#22.12.2020

[hosgeldinhuzun]

[deathmaycome]

@zachariaswinchester location: the ritz date: 22nd december, 2020

The annual Warden Christmas party was considered by some to be the event of the season, even the year, to those who had less going on in their lives. Each year, the festivities grew wilder and more extravagant, and each year on the morning after, the tabloids had their fun. Pictures blasted across the front pages of magazines and news sites showing drunk trust fund babies and their celebrity friends staggering out onto the streets; the occasional morsel of information about drug use in bathrooms; sometimes a champagne fuelled argument, if they were lucky. It was all very boring, really, standard gossip fare that lined bins a day later and was forgotten just as quickly. Real journalists were invited, of course, but they were the ones paid off by the rich to take pretty pictures and write nice things about the family and their choice of caterers. May was never invited. But she had long suspected that the introduction of a more objective reporter might unearth some news that would last longer than the hangovers.

She had been circling The Ritz for nearly twenty minutes, trying to con or sweet-talk her way in. After the doormen asked her to spell her surname four times and refused her entry, and her flirtatious nature didn’t extend to the very obviously straight dishwasher lurking by the kitchen door, she was half-considering chancing it through an open window when she spotted him. The Warden who wasn’t a Warden. Winchester. Most hadn’t known he existed until one day he was dragged out of a flower shop and into the spotlight by his cousins, though whether it was willingly or unwillingly was yet to be determined. As she approached, she noted that he had the open, youthful face of someone who looked like they trusted fairly easily. And stuck for other options, May was going to have to exploit that, or at least get a quote out of him.

“Hey,” she called, hoping not to startle him too much. “You’re Zacharias, right? Winchester?” She came to a halt in front of him, her best warm smile spread across her face. “Aren’t you enjoying the party? I heard it was supposed to be a good one.”

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[puregrief]

بفضل أشوف ڤيديوهات ازاي تتصور وأنت واقف، وأنت قاعد، وأنت ع السلالم، وأنت ع الرصيف، وأنت مع حد... وأخليهم في السيڤد وفي الآخر أتصور وأنا واقفة زي أسد قصر النيل أو وأنا مربعة ايدي عادي ._.

واي آر يو لايك ذيس؟