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devon wrote:

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 310px; height: 500px; overflow-x: hidden; margin-left: -30px;][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border-width:0px; height: 480px; width: 315px; min-height; 480px; text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 11px; color: black; overflow: auto;]Of course, just as he started to chill out and find his table-setting rhythm, someone else's voice, much deeper in pitch and more obnoxious in content, rang out across the hall, and this time, their words were directed solely at Devon. "Devvy!" He cringed at the nickname, but knew better than to try and ignore Killian's call. The persistent brunette would only become gradually louder and more ridiculous if he went unacknowledged, and Devon wasn't sure that he was in a stable enough state of mind to handle that today. "I don't think you really know what the word 'talented' means," he said as he wandered over to where Killian stood, clutching a collapsed stepladder as well as armfuls of streamers. He tentatively took the red roll of crepe paper that was extended to him, holding it a few inches away from his body as though it were something potentially toxic. "I've never touched these things before in my life. What makes you think I'd be any good at hanging them? And besides, I think Alexis here is more than willing to help you out." Something in the daughter of Aphrodite's stare told him that he wouldn't be able to wiggle his way out of the work quite so easily. But, honestly, the place was already a little overwhelming on the eyes, and the arrival of the dinner guests was swiftly closing in on them. If they wanted to get any more decorating done, they should have left that to only the most skilled and efficient members of the crew. Thankfully, at that moment, the most beautiful distraction burst onto the scene; the heavy clunk of a glass bottle against the wood of the table drew his attention away from the stupid streamers, and alerted him to Tanya's presence. She'd placed a large bottle of whiskey before them, and though Devon didn't frequently partake in the consumption of alcohol, he couldn't help but feel tempted by the resident contraband peddler's offer. The golden liquid might just take the unpleasant edge off of this whole event, and maybe make it so that he could even enjoy himself a little. Fleetingly, he wondered just how much alcohol was going to be smuggled into the dance, and whether there would be any real consequences. Probably not. Still, it seemed a bit early to be downing liquor, didn't it? Not to mention the fact that he could be a quite the violent drunk. Devon hardly thought that kind of behavior would be appreciated tonight. "Let me get back to you on that," he said at last, simply and a little reluctantly. If for some reason he stuck around and things got intolerable, he'd take a drink. If there was anything left to drink, that is, since Tanya seemed to be open to sharing with everyone and anyone. Who could blame her, though? She could probably start charging people by the drop as the night went on. With a quick nod, the tall demigod dismissed himself from the conversation and slipped away to finish up with the rest of the silverware. It only took him another minute or so and, when the very last spoon had been placed, he plopped down in one of the chairs. All he wanted to do was rest, and maybe eat his weight in various candies, but he knew that if he stayed there for too long, one of the others would approach him with yet another silly job, and so, Devon bounced back to his feet, snatched a few boxes of sweets from the bowl at the center of the table, stashed them in his jacket pockets, and quietly made his way out through the heavy doors that marked the hall's entrance. Before his large, boot-clad feet could even hit the frosted ground just outside the building, he had popped open his first box of candy and thrown back a mouthful of tiny, sickly sweet hearts; if he wasn't going to be drunk, he supposed he would settle for a sugar high. He was so preoccupied with pouring the contents of the little pink box down his throat that he didn't even notice that there was someone standing in his path, and if the girl hadn't sent a spray of snow out against his shins, he probably would have bowled her right over. He had to look down in order to study the girl's face, but even when their eyes met, he found that he was unable to match a name to her. Surely he'd remember if he'd tripped over this little person before. Maybe she just had the good sense to avoid big clumsy oafs like Devon. Feeling suddenly embarrassed, he gulped down the mass of sugar on his tongue, and pushed his hands into his pockets. "Sorry, I didn't see you there." Obviously. "But, you know, they're not really done setting up yet. For the dance, I mean. Just... trust me, you don't wanna go in there right now." He fidgeted, wondering whether there was a polite way to escape this exchange. There didn't seem to be an easy way out, considering he'd nearly just trampled the poor girl, so he did the only cordial thing he could think of. "Want some of my hearts?" Extracting a fresh box, he shook a few of the pastel sweets out into his palm. The candies, which stood out distinctly against his dark skin, featured sayings like be mine and kiss me, and did nothing to lessen the awkward tension that was creeping its way into Devon's cheeks and filling them with warmth, despite the brisk winter air. [hr] ooc; I hate this post but it's the middle of the night what can you do starrey I'm gonna die[/fancypost]

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