<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/51FjDMC.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/A5xScp0.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><br/><strong>NAME:</strong> Evelyn “Eevee” St. Claire (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14750198#msg14750198)<br/><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> Ravenclaw, Fifth<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Muggle Born<br/><strong>WAND:</strong>[/b] 10 ⅕ inches | Larch | White River Monster Spine (https://i.imgur.com/eU3N2Ee.jpg)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> This number right here! (https://i.imgur.com/tdJZVtG.jpg)<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> October 26th, Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Darley Penthouse | Side room<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Don’t puke on my blue suede shoes.<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Switch -Will Smith (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uzUozo1628U)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Joey, Lydia, Daniel, JamelOpen</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>“Well I suppose that’s what I get for taking lessons from an old geezer,” she replied, rather enjoying Joey’s apparent passion for slang. Although Evelyn had to admit she enjoyed using the term ‘pants’, and said that particular term quite often. Like many things, just because it was old fashioned didn’t mean it was going to die outright. People were starting to say ‘groovy’ again. Crop tops and flared pants were creeping back into fashion. Maybe for once, she could stay ahead of the curve?<br/><br/>Probably not.<br/><br/>But the man was wearing down her inhibitions, tempting her with the idea of a drink and dancing. It wasn’t against any rules, she wasn’t<em>forced</em>to play her role of nurse-the-drunk. After all, wasn’t she trying to be a little more adventurous? Change things up? Get used to letting her hair down and settling in rather than always on the edge of her seat, ready to go? She was starting to see why Joey had so many friends and why so many people seemed to fawn over him. He wasn’t just handsome, he was charismatic and approachable. He genuinely seemed to be a<em>nice</em>guy and there didn’t seem to be too many of those types these days.<br/><br/>So why the hell not? Settling into her decision, Evelyn fixed her skirt and stood to her feet. “Alright, fam, you’re on.” One drink wasn’t going to knock her on her ass after all. She wasn’t much of a drinker but she knew her limits. A glass of champagne, a couple of songs to get sweaty too and a new friend in the making. She offered her hand to help him out of his seat and was just about to lead them to the bar before her good intentions were put on hold, replaced by a sense of obligation.<br/><br/>Lydia, much to Evelyn’s surprise, was in attendance. Her friend wasn’t much for these scenes any more so while she was pleased, it took a moment for Evelyn’s brain to catch up. She would have happily greeted the woman initially, but it was the poor shape of the young man next to her that really caught her attention. Soon, the American was striding forward with a wide smile stretching out on her lips and she greeted Lydia with a friendly nudge of her hip since clearly, she had her hands full. “Hey beautiful! Glad you could make it. Who is your friend here?” She looked at the rather sweaty looking Daniel and offered a wince of sympathy.<br/><br/>She couldn’t decide if he had been playing a game of ‘catch up’, or if he simply didn’t know where his limits were. Either way, the poor guy looked kind of miserable. She pressed a cool hand against his forehead, in hopes of acting like an anchor to keep his world from spinning around too much.<br/><br/>The other man, a taller upperclassman who she didn’t recognize being from Hogwarts, was looking at Daniel as if he knew him. “Is he your mate? Any idea what he was drinking?”<br/>