<div class="floatleft">(http://www.rachellsmith.com/home/wp-content/uploads/2017/04/Tom_Hopper_TheRakeMagazine_03-600x771@2x.jpg)</div><div class="floatleft">(https://data.whicdn.com/images/309133743/large.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/MbTutcl.png)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/f/f3/DurmstrangCrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20160112161151)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Aleks Kozlov (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14666185#msg14666185) &amp; Florian Fournier (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14666182#msg14666182)<br/><strong>YEAR:</strong> Durmstrang and Beauxbatons 5th years<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-blood &amp; Pureblood<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> (Alex: 12 inches - Ebony - Dragon Heartstring) &amp; (Florian: 10 ¾ inches, whippy - Walnut - Unicorn Hair)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> Each as Pictured<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> October 26th, Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Arriving at Darley Penthouse, heading for the bar<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Arriving<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Dior, Ria<br/><strong>MENTIONING:</strong> Aaren, Dyani, Kat, Nadia</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/><hr/>Florian and Aleks had no trouble at all reaching the bar, but for completely opposite reasons.  Tall, broad and imposing, Aleks did not really have to think about a path clearing for him, he just tended to point his body where he wanted to go, and people melted out of his way.  Florian, on the other hand, was somewhat more cagey about it.  While his smaller, slighter stature enabled him to slip unnoticed through crowds more often than not, in this case he simply followed in the wide wake that Aleks’ passing left him.  Like a car chasing an ambulance.<br/><br/>“Now here is the true test of any party, Aleks.”  Florian nearly shouted over the music, his voice once again grandiose.  “The liquor selection.  I truly hope it's not all champagne, or worse, scotch.  I don’t feel like a headache nor sounding like a troll tomorr…” Florian began before he was mentally interrupted by the appearance of Ria in a classically short skirt making her way to, and for a moment he wonder if she was going ONTO the bar.  Nodding in greeting, they had not spoken since arrival despite the coming party, Florian nodded once more as the word ‘shots’ was bandied about.<br/><br/>Sure, tequila was not exactly his thing, but well, it did make a good jumping off point.  “I take it you know this one?” Aleks asked with a bemused look, Ria’s French accent and clear penchant for partying making his question a rhetorical one.  “Not half as well as you might think mon frer, but the tourney is still young.  There is, indeed, quite a bit to do.”  Taking his shot as it was slid down his way, Florian noted that there was a lot of flashing female skin in scanty outfits all around him and his large friend.  It almost felt like home, but with many more possibilities.  That was not to say that everyone was dressed to display though.   A few feet away was a girl in a plain red dress that a lesser girl would have never pulled off, although the sneakers felt like a mistake to him.  Also at the bar was a rather slim figure dressed more for a hiphop experience in all black with a backwards hat who spoke quite loudly, but seemed to have eyes for Ria.  Not that he could blame them of course!<br/><br/>“Cheers indeed!” Florian called out in response, Alek’s barked something in Russian that he didn’t quite catch, and then both shots made their disappearance.  Looking down, Aleks was surprised to find another shot in front of him, but a quick glance caught him the nod from Aaren “Sandstorm” before the fellow departed in the company of a stunning girl in burgundy and black.  Aleks could not blame him for seeking to keep his wits about him, at least initially.  The giant Russian had no such worries of course, not with only two shots, so he easily tossed back Aaren’s as well.  A quick glance at the bar showed even more shots present, apparently the theme for tonight was overindulgence, but both Aleks and Florian decided not to go for their third or second shots respectively right away.  Neither had an issue with getting drunk, but they were both in a new place, so there certainly was no rush to do it either.<br/><br/>A foot or so away, straight down, Florian felt the undeniable presence of a female form within his vicinity, and set his drink down just in time to take in their hostess in all her glory.  “Welcome indeed.  And what a lovely party you’ve thrown.  I am undeniably impressed.” Florian greeted Dior, his eyes only lingering on her décolletage for a moment before stepping to the side to allow more room at the bar.   Aleks was waving for the bartender, indicating a wine for Florian and a beer for himself, when he at last noticed the tiny blond beside him as well.<br/><br/>“Yes, indeed, a wonderful guess.”  He laughed, the two shots already beginning their work, although they’d need a lot more friends along to make him much more than a little chatty.  “And I have no need to guess.  Even if Florian here had not told me all about the lovely hostess, I would have imagined that you were she.”  He continued, holding out his broad and calloused hand.  “Aleks Kozlov, of Durmstrang, at your service.  And this cad is Florian Fournier, of a lesser school” He teased, while Florian scoffed loudly beside them.<br/>