That's one way to end a night.
Marc had told himself that he wouldn't go to the stupid Capulet party. Not only that, he had told everyone. Well, at least Trystan and Ro. But that was -- that was everyone! No, he had mentioned it at the gig! He had told the audience he loved them more than free booze. Which -- which -- well, it didn't matter, because you always got a lot of drinks bought for you after your fucking awesome set, and --
But here he was. Pushing open the front door, mercifully left unlocked for party-goers to trot to and from through, and looking blearily around for that asshole of a Capulet. And it's, well, it's, it's like -- where else would he have gone? Ro was being gross with the tiny Capulet, and he was, and it was, hey! Shots!
Marc grabbed a few wrong asses before he found the right ass -- although, of course, by then he had forgotten his plan of grabbing the ass's ass. So, instead, he just rested his head on Trystan's shoulder, standing behind the other boy. "Look! Look, see who is here! Some fantastic portrayal of the Lord's own angel, beset upon you for the joyful mission of drinking and learning the very worst of the sins to report back, and -- hallo, hello, hi."
But here he was. Pushing open the front door, mercifully left unlocked for party-goers to trot to and from through, and looking blearily around for that asshole of a Capulet. And it's, well, it's, it's like -- where else would he have gone? Ro was being gross with the tiny Capulet, and he was, and it was, hey! Shots!
Marc grabbed a few wrong asses before he found the right ass -- although, of course, by then he had forgotten his plan of grabbing the ass's ass. So, instead, he just rested his head on Trystan's shoulder, standing behind the other boy. "Look! Look, see who is here! Some fantastic portrayal of the Lord's own angel, beset upon you for the joyful mission of drinking and learning the very worst of the sins to report back, and -- hallo, hello, hi."