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[mateoaguilars]

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Mateo had lost his date. It was easy to forget that humans couldn’t keep up with him when it came to drinks-- or perhaps the Canadian had been at a disadvantage as soon as he started tossing back shots at the bar. After the third round, his eyes had started to go misty, and another drink later he was out of sight. Seemingly unbothered, the vampire floated through the event. The dress code had been ambiguous, he supposed, eying a werewolf in a fur coat next to a witch in what looked like floor length prom dress. Biting back a comment about Macklemore and thrift shopping, he reached for a glass of champagne from a travelling tray, bringing it to his lips for a sip. “This is nice,” he commented drily to the nearest figure, before letting out what he truly thought. “But when is something going to fucking happen?”

[atlasxrose]

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Location: Safae Wedding Reception

While Atlas still believed he was being haunted by nuptials, he was a big enough person to put on a good show for a wedding. It helped that he was happy for Rae and Saf both, especially for his sister, in the course of a year she’d gone from an arranged marriage to their oldest friend, to a wedding of her own choosing. Their lives had done a complete turn around and if there was anything he was grateful for it was that he got to be a part of the celebration, so, that’s what he chose to focus on. That and the champagne. “I love this song!” Atlas shouted over the music to the person nearest to him, he wasn’t the most graceful dancer, but alcohol had done wonders for loosening him up.

[atlasxrose]

Atlas let the music overtake him, the wine, the food, the festival was exactly what the oracle needed to empty his head of every problematic thought that crowded its way in.  His date and him had gone their separate ways a short while ago, Atlas teasingly blamed the fact that Xander was too old to keep up on the dance floor but didn’t put up a fuss when the man opted to get some air for a while. Atlas stumbled from the dance floor, his white chiffon fluttering with the wind as he adjusted the gold ivy crown that was nestled neatly on top of the mess of dark curls on top of his head. He couldn’t help but think that maybe he’d drank a bit too much already, the wine was starting to get the best of him. “No, please.” Atlas gestured as another goblet was all but shoved in front of him, arched over the counter while the room idly spun around him, he couldn’t be sure who he was even speaking to. “Can I just get some water?”

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