in which there is left over booze and Deep Conversations. maybe.
Conner stood before the wreckage that was the Shindig, frowning a little helplessly at the sight of all the.. well. Crap.
He certainly got what he wanted, though, didn't he? Everyone certainly "loosened" up, heh. He wrinkled his nose, glad that at least everyone that attended had enough sense to take the more private matters elsewhere although... maybe that was a bad thing as well.
He sighed, and quietly began to pick up the discarded bottles. At least Nikolai had volunteered to help him. That certainly made the rest of the night seem that much more bearable.
He certainly got what he wanted, though, didn't he? Everyone certainly "loosened" up, heh. He wrinkled his nose, glad that at least everyone that attended had enough sense to take the more private matters elsewhere although... maybe that was a bad thing as well.
He sighed, and quietly began to pick up the discarded bottles. At least Nikolai had volunteered to help him. That certainly made the rest of the night seem that much more bearable.