new year's eve with the ravenclaws
Reid loved New Year's Eve. The countdown, the silly party accessories, the excuse to get completely smashed and kiss random strangers at midnight, all for the sake of waking up to a supposed fresh start the next day. While he never really needed much of an excuse to go out, it was always nice to have a reason for getting all his girls together to go all out.
As was the tradition, they had all gathered up at Jemma's swanky flat for a few rounds before rolling out to their VIP, open-bar destination.
Reluctant as he was to admit it, Ava had outdone herself with the string-pulling for the evening - Danse Macabre was the place to be on any regular night. Tonight, however, especially with access to the back room suite complete with bottle service, it was the only place to be. Twinkling decorations adorned every inch of the place, thumping dance music played at just the right level, flashing lights cast a glowing haze over the dressed-to-the-nines clientele.
Now this was a party.
"Ladies," Reid declared, playfully adjusting his bow tie as he glanced back at his little entourage, "shit's about to get wild."
As was the tradition, they had all gathered up at Jemma's swanky flat for a few rounds before rolling out to their VIP, open-bar destination.
Reluctant as he was to admit it, Ava had outdone herself with the string-pulling for the evening - Danse Macabre was the place to be on any regular night. Tonight, however, especially with access to the back room suite complete with bottle service, it was the only place to be. Twinkling decorations adorned every inch of the place, thumping dance music played at just the right level, flashing lights cast a glowing haze over the dressed-to-the-nines clientele.
Now this was a party.
"Ladies," Reid declared, playfully adjusting his bow tie as he glanced back at his little entourage, "shit's about to get wild."
