<div class="floatleft">(https://assets.teenvogue.com/photos/5c3fb4eae6787a2d54b09f98/master/w_1600,c_limit/IMG_3207.JPG)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/a/ae/Hogwartscrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20110806202805)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Joseph 'Joey' Kingston (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14706442#msg14706442)<br/><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> Gryffindor | 5th<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Muggle Born<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 13.5" | Red Oak | Rougarou hair<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> A loose fitting shirt, not fully buttoned, three gold chains and a pair of dark blue jeans.<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Saturday, 26 October, 2019 | Night<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Darley Penthouse | Main Hall<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> And we can do this until we pass out<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Tinie Tempah Ft. Labrinth - Pass Out (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HmXiLTfQFOM)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>  Evelyn “Eevee” St. Claire, Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Joey shook his head, laughing back and smiling. "Don't you call the mans words gibberish!" He shot back, clearly not serious about it. He knew full well plenty of what he said didn't translate to most people's vocabulary. "No don sayin' half of that now." He pointed out. Know your onions was as dead as phrases got, and the last time he'd heard someone exclaim anything was pants they were in their seventies. On the pull was still going strong, though.<br/><br/>"That's the thing with these words though." He noted. "It's all on the context." He grinned as she continued, laughing out loud at the attempted impersonation. For a few moments he was almost doubled up grinning. The idea of Eevee getting lessons while steadily growing drunker was very entertaining to his mind. After a while he shook his head, taking a slow breath and deciding to half-flirt a little bluntly but in a harmless enough manner. "Should've come to me for lessons gyal." He winked. "You know I'm an expert!" He claimed, making it clear enough he wasn't still talking about slang. Although, in all honesty, he could've been and it would've remained true.<br/><br/>"I don't speak that cockney bullshit." He pointed out. Trying to fathom their rhyming slang was at least as bad as trying to understand the posh kids. And he had to agree that Scottish slang was far and away the most indecipherable. "My slang's road." He clarified, then nodded. "But yeah, the Scottish talk pure madness. Never know if they're trying to start shit or be mates." He'd had a couple of misunderstandings in his time up here, but most had eventually been laughed off. "Anyway. Sounds like you're slacking off on the drinking tonight fam! Gotta have one before we get back on the dance floor." He suggested, a light hearted smile making it clear he was fine with her declining another drink.