Festival of St. Patrick's Day

[marloww]

Tucked back behind Diagon Alley, in a cleared out space near Knockturn, an odd assortment of carnival workers set to putting together the annual St. Patrick's Day Festival. Due to open at 11 o'clock Monday morning, the crew was cutting it close, barely putting on the finishing touches before the gates opened (to which very eager young children-

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[jemmadorny]

LIVE CONCERT [FRIDAY NIGHT]The stage was tucked back toward the entrance to Knockturn Alley, the wide alley leading to the darker section of Diagon just wide enough to cram a stage inside. Thick hunter green velvet curtains accented with golden fringe hung over the scaffolding, the expanse rather luxurious when Jemma really took a good look at it. Five bands were due to go on tonight, headlined by a Wizard Sisters reunion just for the occasion. It was one of the biggest draws of the week, people lining up for tickets on the first day to ensure their seat (or spot on the grass) and a close look at Myron Wagtail following his stint in the dependency ward of St. Mungo's

[drewkirke]

Usually when they had a gig, after their set had ended and their instruments were packed back away, the band spent the rest of the night trading off buying rounds and making bets exactly which groupies (yes, they might have had a few groupies even if Drew would have denied it) they could take home.

Lately though, Drew's priorities had shifted and that just wasn't because of the groupies. He didn't miss the random hook ups or the late nights, hanging around for a bit to catch up with the guys before heading back home to Jemma (on the nights that she couldn't make his gigs, of course, which wasn't very often).

Now he was making his way through the crowd, neck craned as reached the spot he'd promised Jemma they would meet.

[jemmadorny]

It had been an odd, rough week and Jemma knew that Drew's consistent advice that she start to take it easy was probably a bit of a ways off. But she felt they were insanely close to unraveling this thing happening with the werewolves, especially after what Sebastian had told her on Monday. Then, finally, she'd be able to share with Drew just what was happening.

When she finally caught sight of him in the crowd, she beamed, feeling the familiar relief of comfort she had whenever he was around.

How she could become so caught up in someone so fast, she had no idea.

"Merlin, if we weren't in public right now, I'd do terribly inappropriate things to you," she said by way of greeting as she caught up to him. "That was incredible-"

So, she might have had a thing for musicians- but she'd only ever discovered it when she saw Drew play for the very first time.

[drewkirke]

The moment she was close enough Drew had his arm around her waist, pulling her in tight and leaned in to steal quick kiss. He was still a little bit breathless from the set, the tips of his hair damp with sweat.

"Keep that in mind when we finally make it home," he told her, grinning.

He didn't understand how somebody could be so absolutely adorable, with her big green eyes, and incredibly sexy at the same time but somehow Jemma managed to pull it off and it drove him a little bit crazy.

"But right now how about we get some food. I'm starved-"

[jemmadorny]

This was one of her favorite things about Drew- this breathless, sweaty, completely enthralled with his music version of him, the one where he could completely let go- no job to worry about, no impending baby plans- just him and the music. She loved that he had that.

And she loved the way his lips felt against hers in that moment.

"As I am always starving, this sounds like a good plan," she said, grinning brightly. "What are you in the mood for?"

[drewkirke]

So much had changed in the last three months, almost four now actually, since Jemma had come to him with the news. It felt like everything he did now had to be done with purpose and reason, no room for any missteps - not in his job, not in their relationship, not when they were planning for their future.

But all of that dissolved when he was playing and it was enough to keep him going every day.

"I heard there was a taco truck around here with killer soft shell steak tacos," he told her, pulling them both towards the food trucks and stands.

"Unless you wanted something else-"

[jemmadorny]

She let out a groan as she followed him, one purely brought on by how wonderful that sounded right now. She had already hit up a few trucks before, and definitely inhaled a cotton candy shaped like a unicorn but there was no stopping her from partaking in steak tacos.

She gripped at his hand, shaking her head.

"No- nope, that sounds perfect," she said. "I mean, I'm eating for three now, so bring it on, Kirke-"

[drewkirke]

Thank Merlin.

Drew had been craving a steak taco (or five) since his bassist had brought on back before they'd gone on, enjoying his meal more than he'd seen anyone enjoy a meal before. There was no way he could pass that up.

"Is that a challenge, love?" he asked her, his eyebrows arching as he looked down at her.

[jemmadorny]

"It might be-" she said, sparing him a playful glance. "I mean- have you seen me eat lately? It's actually a bit gross-"

She laughed sheepishly trying to ignore the picked beet ice cream she'd somehow pushed together the night before for a midnight snack.

[drewkirke]

There was actually nothing more attractive than a woman with a healthy appetite, somebody that could actually give Drew a run for his money every once in a while.

"I'll accept your challenge but reject the notion that you could ever be disgusting," he told her, leading them both towards the line.

[jemmadorny]

"Well, that's because you were passed out last night with my latest in experimentations-" she said, curling up against his arm as they moved through the festival. The smell of the food trucks caught her immediately, her sense of smell a bit too strong these days.

"But steak tacos are not only normal, they are delicious and I think I want ten-"

[drewkirke]

"Then we'll get ten each and see who can actually finish," he told her, grinning at the idea.

Drew felt like he hadn't eaten all day actually, even though he basically inhaled three slices of pizza before heading towards the stage earlier that afternoon. Running around on stage really worked up an appetite.

"What were you eating last night, by the way? The sink was a weird shade of purple-"

[jemmadorny]

She wrinkled her nose in slight embarrassment.

"Erm- well, I had this inkling for beets last night-" she admitted, sparing him a glance as she frowned. "They were just calling to me-"

[drewkirke]

Drew looked down at her skeptically, one eyebrow pitched as he tried to imagine just how many beets she'd gone through after he'd fall asleep.

Beets of all things. How weird.

"Well, I'm glad steak tacos are calling to you now," he laughed, moving up a bit in line.

[jemmadorny]

"Me too-" she sighed.

Nothing was worse than morning sickness with beets and vanilla bean ice cream. She grimaced at the thought of it.

"Because they sound and smell delicious and I want them all," she grinned.

[drewkirke]

"All of them-" Andrew repeated slowly, voice low and his wide as he leaned in a little closer, playfully knocking against her.

The couple in front of them paid and Drew ordered twenty steak tacos, the man in the truck a little shocked at the large order but took their money never the less.

"You think he realizes these are just for us?" he asked, pulling Jemma over towards the second window were they waited for their food order.