#c23starter

“What’s a fun thing to do around here?” 

“hey.”

"it’s just so weird being back,” noah admitted with a sigh as he leaned forward to rest his arms on the railing in front of him. “like it just doesn’t feel the same,” he continued speaking, though his voice had dropped to more of a whisper at this point. it was clear he was struggling with something not just his inability to form words. 

"i wouldn't touch those peanuts if i were you," says emilio, face wrinkling, "they look like they've been spat on… over and under. don't order anything that comes in a pint, either. i've seen how they wash their glasses."

    It takes them some time to reach him, but as they come ‘round the bend Royal lifts one great paw and waves to them in silent greeting.

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Pale eyes swept over the party idly before staring down into the glass in his hand. He fiddled with his mask nervously and murmured under his breath, “I mean, if we drink every time someone starts a profound monologue we’ll be on the floor by midnight.”

ciarán had made himself at home on one of club nyx’s couches, his feet resting on the table and his arms folded behind his head. the belt of his costume had come undone, revealing the boxers and white t-shirt underneath, but he was simply too relaxed or perhaps too drunk to care. “please tell me you’ve brought me a drink,” he smiled, not bothering to open his eyes to see who’d chosen to join him. “i’m absolutely parched.”