<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/40/56/39/4056395aef78e09fdb9880b8fffadcdd.png)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Rhys Morahan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14664047#msg14664047)<br/><strong>YEAR:</strong> Gryffindor, 6th Year<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-blood<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 10 inches, Chestnut, Dragon heartstring, Flexible<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> Pictured, timbs, black jeans, navy blue shirt<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> October 26th, Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Darley Penthouse<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Challenge is on<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Dean Lewis - Waves (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dKlgCk3IGBg)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Bartender, Bambi, Open<br/><strong>MENTIONING:</strong> Valentin, Dior, Eliza, Elizabeth, Mack</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Rhys walked to Hogsmeade with a plastic bag hanging from his left hand, his right in his pocket, next to his wand. He looked nothing like the sort of guests that would attend Dior's parties normally, dressed casually, never bothering with fancy suits or the likes. He was not posh, he was proud of his background and would never pretend to be something else. All these uptight witches and wizards could go fuck themselves as far as he was concerned. Suit-wearing penguins were laughable to him, but he did appreciate the fine clothes and hairstyles of the opposite sex. As he entered the building, he saw the Darley house elf, who he had met before at previous parties. Rhys liked house elves, they were pretty useful and usually funny, even though they were unpleasing to look at.<br/><br/>"Heya Gabby, missed me?" Rhys greeted the elf with a smug look on his face.<br/><br/>As he made his way inside the penthouse, he noticed Dior talking with some skinny bloke he had never seen before.<em>Who the fuck is that?</em>he questioned in his mind, shaking his head. She'd get her delivery later, then, but first he needed a drink to start off the evening. His eyes wandered over other attendees and noticed Elizabeth, a familiar face, one he saw as perfectly emulating the uptight witch stereotype he thought of earlier.<em>Bloody giraffe,</em>he thought, giving her a slightly disapproving look as he nevertheless checked her out, since she was smashing.<br/><br/>His eyes then changed orbit to a larger mass in Eliza, with Rhys genuinely taken aback by what he was seeing.<em>Fucking hell, what are the wings for? Never mind flying can she even walk?</em>he wondered. There was a challenge with Mack he intended to win, and as such everyone was game. The elephant would be last resort though, and at least count for two, for the effort. Tonight there would be plenty of fishes to catch.<br/><br/>Speaking of which, the bartender looked fit as hell as he approached the bar and put his right hand on the counter.<br/><br/>"Hey there, how's been your night so far?" he asked, smiling and appearing casual as he glanced around, waiting for her answer. There was none. "I'll take that as a 'neither good nor bad' response, luv," he said, looking behind her at the bottle selection. "Dior always picks the best staff, but if you're up for it we can get in a bit of trouble, I'm sure she won't mind if she don't know," he suggested, his eyes searching hers, trying to get a response. In vain. "Alright, alright, I see your play, you're leaving me on seen," he said, shrugging a shoulder. "I'm not as dodgy as I look, luv, I'm telling ya." No response again. "I'm gonna be right back," he said, deciding it was best to leave it at that, for now.<br/><br/>He walked over to the hallway near the kitchen and fetched himself a glass of champagne.<em>Might as well get a bit posh, it's on the house either way,</em>he thought, lifting his glass and taking a sip. He then took noticed of Bambi, drinking nearby and walked over to her.<br/><br/>"Damn, you a pengting alright, luv, how ya doin'? The name's Rhys," he said, smiling and hitting his glass of champagne against her own, toasting to their meeting. His left hand was still holding the plastic bag and his right hand the glass of champagne so he couldn't offer any to shake. "You're gonna outshine the one who's hosting this party, quite the dangerous and alluring path," he added with a cocky smirk. "So, where you from?"