#c:celia

To say Elenei was a little tipsy was an understatement - the wine was flowing freely, and she had reached a pleasant state of inebriated. She felt comfortably mellow, the weight of her problems finally disappearing for the first time in a long time. She wanted to dance and laugh, to kick off her shoes and let down her hair and run through the halls of The Red Keep as though The Black Dread itself was on her heels. 

Fortunately, she still had enough about her to recognise that would probably not be the best display for the Baratheons - and with so much turmoil at home, this was perhaps the only chance to leave a good impression on the rest of Westeros. Intent on finding a seat, Elenei spun around. As she did, her elbow caught on a nearby lady, jostling her arm and sending the Dornish red inside slopping down her gown - at least it was black, the colour of her house. 

“I’m sorry,” she shot the other an apologetic look, raking her eyes over them to make sure none of the contents got on her own garb. “I think I’ll take this as a sign that I’ve had quite enough.” 

11am, White House | @celia-bosworth

There are a few things that are difficult in the White House beyond the usual avoiding of daggers and snoops. One rather overlooked aspect was how now, thanks to the admirable desires of one Hilary Rodham Clinton, smoking was banned across the whole building. There was one place left for the designated cancer producers, a dingy little concrete house in a hidden part of the Presidential gardens, that offered very little in the way of comfort.

Yet like crazed cultists, the smokers ventured so far out of their way for a magic little puff anyway. Eric was no different. Smoking had been a habit since his legal days, nothing like the neverending bliss of nicotine to get through an endlessly night of legal worries and tribulations and his life had only gotten more stressful since. 

As he stepped through the finely trimmed yard to the smoking spot, his eyes caught a fellow addict and he slowed down, his blue gaze pinning the woman down. She was recognisable though it took him a heartbeat to recognise her. “Celia right? Mrs Berkeley’s staff?”

Boys are dumb. Couple hours ago well last night something uber-tremendous happen. I dont want to talk about it but! It was really stupid and i should have slapped the both of them. One for causing the idiocy and the other for reacting to it the way he had... I probably should slap myself too from walking away.

Im going to try and sleep now.... umm never mind seems like someones at my door.

The Bourbon, Martinez and Sanchez not by choice are holding a latin dance party... in my suite come on over if you like the music and want to party and be merry.