Date: June 30th, 1984, later in the evening Location: Nicky and Dirk’s flat @bonafideedgar (feat. @emmaofvanity & @ofemmevance)
Most people would probably be surprised, but Dirk had played Quodcup and, in fact, was rather good at it. “It’s pure physics!” he practically yelled to Edgar, sinking a cup on the other side of the table, already several drinks in and counting. What probably wasn’t a surprise was the fact that those several drinks had gone straight to Dirk’s head, low intolerance and all.
He raced around the other side of the table - to grab the cup rather sloppily (okay, so maybe he wasn’t great at all parts of the game, but he could get the ball in fairly well) and tried to chug it quickly but the ball exploded in his face, causing the wizard’s brew to spew out in all directions.
Some of it landed on Emmeline and Emma and Dirk looked up at them with wide eyes, but he was grinned. “Oh shoot!” he said. “Sorry!” To repay, he followed the rules and made it way back over to his side, grabbing one of Emmeline and Emma’s cups to drink himself, giving them the point. “Sorry!” he said again, this time to Edgar instead. “I haven’t quite mastered the running part.”











