I'M NOT GOIN' NOWHERE, GIRL, I'M STAYIN'.

[notaustralian]

WHO: Elizaveta, Roderich, Party Guests, and lots and lots of Strippers.
WHEN: Friday, October 23 - Saturday, October 24.
WHERE: K.i.N.K. - That wonderful strip club down that block.
WHAT: Elizaveta's birthday party gone awry.

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[fearthekelpie]

"What the bloody hell?" Mac muttered, digging his hands into his jeans pockets as he and the rest of the party followed after Roderich and Elizaveta. He had been pretty pleased with himself so far, Roderich had liked the tickets to the concert (some Austrian Symphony that escaped him at the moment) and not a drop of alcohol had passed his lips the entire evening so far. All that was left was to have a 'private' word with the Austrian.

Maybe he was rushing in or reading the Austrian wrongly, maybe even both, but he knew how he felt and Macbeth needed to know if Roderich felt the same. Before he got the chance however...

Silently he cursed the Hungarian woman for suddenly, after the pleasant meal, decided to be ill only to gallop off as they worked their way to her house. What was she playing at, seriously? Huffing, he looked at Ludwig, giving the German his best scowl as if this whole situation was his fault which technically it was. Couldn't he have taken the damn woman home instead of leaving it to Roderich, it was his party too.

His attention was drawn away from Ludwig when a man banged shoulders with him. Before he could yell at the mad, he caught Roderich in the corner of his- where the fuck was he going?! "R-Rode'ich!" He yelled, though it was too late as he had already disappeared into the club. Giving the German one final glare, he ran after the Austrian.