Holly Rae

Depends.

Can you feel the burn yet?

So much. Does that mean I'm done?

#c: jane

themorgannoel-blog

That’s what happens when Janey decides we’re all a limp bowl o’ noodles, apparently. Better keep that arse perky, Oddy, or else y’won’t be able to lure Puddlemere boys home no more.

Oh please. We're still in the top percentage of the rankings and one of the hottest teams, to top it off.

And for the record, I haven't brought a man home in months.

#c: morgan

I'm so tired of this. It gets so repetitive! Can't I just go fly or throw things or something?

#ooyl start

fitz-king-blog

By someone telling you all the naughty things you did. ‘ey— no finger pointing. You would’ve found vodquila with or without me. I just expedited your introduction to one another.

charliethechaser-deactivated201

Well thank you. I suppose it's better that I found it sooner rather than later.

And for the record, for someone to tell me what I did they'd have to remember it to. I've yet to run into anyone who remembers the majority of last night.

#c: fitz

Coffee & Regrets // Charlie & Holly

charliethechaser-deactivated201

Charlie took a deep breath, pinched the bridge of his nose and exhaled, debating what would help in this situation. “Want wh- Oh..” In response to Holly’s query, he quickly padded around to floor and collected the Arrow’s clothes that had been discarded that previous night. “Here you go.” He muttered, a precarious hand trailing through his dark untamed hair.

"Look - Not going to lie, I don’t have a clue what happened last night and I don’t think I want to remember, no offence. I barely know you, but you are on the Arrows which means that the Daily Prophet, - Archie Wieland, Fitz King - Any of those twats get any wind of this then the papers will blow up," The ranting continued as Charlie scoured the floor for any items of clothing, finally turning on his heel and shaking his head, "Sorry, do you want anything?"

The hangover was creeping up on him now, and as he wandered from the bedroom to kitchen the feeling of nausea in his stomach increased, “By the way,” He raised his voice slightly, “You wouldn’t happen to have a hangover potion would you?”

#p: charlie #coffee and regrets

Holly sighed as she turned her back to Charlie and began to unbutton his shirt. Once she had replaced it with her dress and stripped off the boxers from underneath she turned back around. Of course the prophet would love this. They loved any story that wasn't about her career. "You don't need to worry about me blabbing about this." she reassured the younger chaser. "The last thing my career needs is yet another headline that isn't about my game."

Holly walked over to the mirror and ran some cold water, splashing it on her face. She was still covered in paint and could see the remnants of her eye make-up from the previous night. It hadn't smudged or anything but ti definitely wasn't a day-time look. Holly smiled as she remembered that her apparation skills would prevent her from the walk of shame. If she was lucky no one saw her and Charlie leaving the party together either.

The blonde picked up her shoes and walked into the kitchen, following Charlie's voice. "Not on me, but I do make a mean pot of coffee. Do you mind?" she asked. Normally Holly would leave without much conversation after shacking up with a bloke but in this case, when she didn't even remember how she got there, she felt it was better to get something in her system before trying to make her way back to her own flat. If Charlie let her make a pot then she could have a cup and he'd have something to get him started until he tracked down a hangover potion.

fitz-king-blog

You can if other people remember it for you.

#ooyl start #oh the joy of aftermath

Unless I remember it I don't see how that works out. Although I guess if I did have regrets I could blame them on you and your friend vodquila.

#c: fitz

You can't regret something if you don't remember it, right?

desdemonawright-blog

"May not seem nice now," Des said slowly, "but you’ll thank me in the morning when your headache is that much less terrible."

"So what am I supposed to do now? I'm already painted and I've been dancing all night."

#c: des #ooyl e007

No, I suppose not, but I also don’t think dance is necessary for one to be a housewife. Or necessary for anything, really.

That's cute. My family's one of those families that does the whole weekly social function, fancy reputation type things. I don't really know. I finished school and left to play quidditch so I've kind of escaped, I guess? But that's boring. No one should have to be bored with that crap. How's your night been? Have you done or seen anything exciting yet?

#ooyl e007 #c: archie

I’m just a rather terrible dancer. Your moves are far better than anything I could hope to accomplish.

#drunk holly talks way too much #ooyl e007 #c: archie

Eh. That's what happens when you're raised to be a wife and socialite. I personally don't think the lessons were worth my father's money. You wouldn't pay to prep your daughter for life as a housewife, would you?

I find that this kind tends to make me look a little less like a flailing squid, so long as I keep my hands in the right places and my feet on the floor. Not that you like a flailing squid or anything. I’m just quiet easily embarrassed.

You should never be embarrassed. As long as you're having fun there's no reason to feel anything else!

#c: archie #ooyl e007

I’m not much good at that kind. I can do something more like this— excuse me.

#i don't have many either #we'll make it work #c: archie #ooyl e007

Oh. Okay. Yeah. I'm great at that kind!

Well, usually I'm good at that kind.

desdemonawright-blog

"No you aren’t, my dear." Des plucked the drink from Holly’s hand. "This is mine now, and you won’t get another one for another hour."

"Really?" Holly cocked her head to the side and looked at Des. "I'm pretty sure what's-his-face said it was all mine. That's not very nice of you."

#c: des #ooyl e007

I think I’ve had plenty. Maybe we should take a step away from the bar? I think the dance floor looks rather inviting, don’t you?

Are you sure? I guess if you say you're done then you're done. I'm good with dancing, if you can keep up!

#c: archie #ooyl e007

Anyone in there?

Thanks. I mean, sure. I mean, yes. I like those things. And I like those things together.

The creepy thing, keeps me a bit on edge. Hate to think how this would all go down if I were off my game and like. I drank something sparkly. And weren’t on my game. Do you like this place?

#oopsies #c: jane #ooyl e007

You're a good man, Dodds.

I don't mind it. I like the people though, so it's worth it. I've made a lot of friends! Like that guy over there with the face, and the one over there with the shoes, and the one over there with the camera. He gave me the bottle!

arcturusfawley

There’s being the life of the party and then there’s overkill. The Wasps walk a fine line between the two. Unfortunately, they’re always plastered so they’re prone to falling off the wagon and destroying everything in their path. I’d stay away from them if I were you, especially if you see dimples.

You know what they say about Fortescue’s dimples. They’re deep because they’ll lead you straight down into hell.

I think they're great! Besides, someone has to be the most drunk person at the party. I just convinced Fortescue not twenty minutes ago that I'm an angel come to smite him. It was pretty fun. I think it's because I have a glow halo. Which is so much better than dimples.

#c: art #ooyl e007

Anyone in there?

I’m doing it because I discovered it. Dunno about more paint, practically glowing as it is. Have you seen my abs?

I’ll have another drink as long it’s not got any more of that sparkly potion in it.

This place is still fucking creepy as Salazar’s unpicked nostril. No amount of anything’s going to change that or the fairies. [giggle]