i’ll drink to that: [ cinderella | big d ]
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Eira had been subject to hundreds of parties like this, though usually, it was a lot more restricted; meaning, it was strictly pureblood. Her mother had many connections in the blood purist community, unfortunately, so Eira had been attending dinner parties and Christmas balls since she was a toddler.
But her mother wasn’t here this time. There wasn’t anybody here who could tell her to stand straight, to sit like a lady or anything of the sort. She was free to be as messy and uncouth as she wanted, but that wasn’t she wanted to do. What Eira wanted to do, was drink, and possibly find someone to take to her flat later on. She was just here to be distracted for a few hours, but she knew that if she saw one more ‘happy’ couple, she would throw up.
Her third glass of firewhiskey was nearly empty, and so far nothing interesting had happened. She was standing at the edge of the room, observing all the people who were trying to subtly sneak a feel and those who weren’t so subtle. Her expression was a mixture of disinterest and disgust, but the more she drank, the less disgusted she was, though it was still there.
She didn’t notice anyone come towards her area, so when she turned to look towards the bar and saw a person who hadn’t been there previously, she jumped and nearly spilled her drink all over herself. “Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, did yer mam never tell ya not to sneak up on a lass?” She exclaimed with a frown, placing a hand on her chest where her heart was beating erratically.
Beer pong was a fucking success. Danny thought his frat party days were behind him, but thank fucking god this place basically had unlimited alcohol. But this was like classy pong where everyone’s lookin’ bougie as hell bouncing shots from some random table they managed to find. And this shit wasn’t like Bud Light, this was some craft brewery stuff!
Danny was fucking pong god for sure. He knew how to get the crowd into it, but even he needed to recharge with some shots. Hell, even Quidditch Bro and Lil Addie were down for the hard stuff at this point during the night that he might as well start pouring firewhiskey into the pong cups instead.
He was huddled over the bar when some rando started yelling at him.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, giiiiiiiiiirl…” Danny stepped back a little to admire her dress, which to him looked sort of like a Cinderella ballgown. He wore something just as crazy; his entire suit was some weird shade of red, but Mama Maddock helped him put himself together. “Just relax! Did your mom ever tell you to not sneak up on people? Like, I dunno, my mom was always like, eat your frickin’ food or stop playing so much Fortnite, you know?”
