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queenlymacbeth in lolocracy

Bringing in the new year with a...?

Jan 01, 2011 02:07

Who: Rory and Grace (and a certain blonde neighbour)
Where: Rory's apartment
When: Run up to Hogmanay (Friday 31st December/Saturday 1st of January)
What: Two women enjoying a birthday and the run up to the new year...

( It's always quiet before it goes wrong.... )

france, monaco, status: complete, scotland

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vegasofeurope January 1 2011, 21:37:59 UTC

"Of course I would come, I wouldn't miss your birthday" and Grace smiled at her friend who looked anxious. Grace knew Rory took her preparations for today seriously and she didn't want to interfere. "I brought some wine" and Grace walked with the bottle into the kitchen.

"How about we share some of this?" and Grace began to look for some glasses. "So how has the day been so far has it been a good birthday?"

Grace hoped the wine would help take Rory's edge off so she could enjoy the evening.

queenlymacbeth January 2 2011, 00:54:11 UTC

Rory could only manage a weak smile as she closed the front door, allowing Grace to head further into her house while she locked the door. She didn't want any uninvited guests, especially as it got closer to midnight. "That sounds good." She said as she joined the brunette, gesturing towards the cupboard that glasses and cups were kept in. "It's been...quiet but I like it that way. Beside," She paused, glancing at her watch once more, "Today isn't that important for another hour or so. I'm still twenty seven the now...technicallyPicking up the bottle, she couldn't help raising an eyebrow as she recognized it as the same one she had given cursed one of to Francis. It probably shouldn't surprise her to be honest, Monaco was influenced by France after all ( ... )

vegasofeurope January 2 2011, 01:10:46 UTC

Grace was taken aback by the change in Rory's mood while she hadn't been very happy she at least hadn't been depressed or crying.

"Rory...? What's wrong, why are you crying?"and Grace quickly hugged her friend. "Don't cry on your birthday that can't possibly be good luck and I know how much those things matter to you."

Grace began to steer Rory towards the couch while grabbing the two glasses of wine. "Why don't we sit here for a bit until you feel a bit better?

queenlymacbeth January 2 2011, 14:42:00 UTC

Good luck? She couldn't help but laugh, "As long as there isn't any blond eejits at the door we shouldn't get any bad luck." She knew the meaning of what she was said was probably lost on Grace but it came out anyway, lightening the mood in her own head. Taking one of the glasses and gulping most of the contents down in one go, she looked at her laptop, BBC clip still frozen at the point where she had ran to open the door. "There's a song we sing back home round about now, 'Auld Lang Syne', basically it's about not forgetting people you knew and I was...just remembering someone I knew, a long time ago."

Did that even make any sense? She sighed, leaning back as she sipped the rest of her drink. "Don't worry about it, really, I'll be over it by the bells...really..."

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la_grand_vie January 3 2011, 07:54:49 UTC

Perhaps it was a little early- And against what Rory had told him to do, but his plans for this night would not go unfufilled. Francis showed up at the door, presents, cake, flowers, (and brown wig on) all collected in his arms. He had spent all day making them perfect, and even the wig perverting his normally brilliant hair from showing was firmly in place.

He rapped on the door with his foot, careful not to make it too hard. He shifted the items in his arms and put on a brilliant smile.

Rory was going to have a wonderful Birthday and New Year's, he would make sure of it.

queenlymacbeth January 4 2011, 00:24:05 UTC

Rory hadn't started to explaining immediately the answer to Grace's question. Instead she had gotten up to get the wine, only to hesitate and get two small tumblers filled with whiskey sorted. Well, she had managed to drink two straight before getting them sorted but they were ready when the count down to the bells or, whatever it was referred to round here. Grabbing the bottle of wine, she made her way back to Grace, refilling her glass then her own.

"Blondes and bells.." She repeated, sipping her wine thoughtfully. "Well, the bells refers to church and clock bells, like Big Ben, ye've heard of that one, right? They go off at midnight, even if they don't usually do. As for blondes." She paused, glancing at the wall that Francis' apartment was behind, "A tall, dark and handsome man should be at your door during the bells. He should have whisky, coal, salt or shortbread to give the residents for good luck. If however," did someone just knock the door? Well, they could wait a minute or two. "If however, the man is blonde then it's bad ( ... )

vegasofeurope January 4 2011, 00:34:35 UTC

Grace wondered who could have been at the door. She was fairly certain that anyone who would be there was already there (aka her). And seeing as Rory had very definite plans for how to celebrate 'the bells' Grace didn't think it wise for anyone to interrupt.

When Grace heard the commotion at the door and a slightly raised very strong Scottish accent she figured that the visitor was not a tall, dark, handsome stranger. Her curiosity getting the better of her she decided to see who this party crasher was.

Grace made her way to the door to see what was clearly a blonde wearing a brunette wig. "Rory who is this?" Grace was not impressed by their visitor.

la_grand_vie January 4 2011, 00:52:02 UTC

"You said it was unlucky for a blond to come!" Francis said with a wide smile, shaking his 'hair' a bit to draw attention the the brown most certainly covering his entire head. He smiled and carefully slipped into Rory's condo, offering the various gifts. "And I even did a little research! It took me all day ma chere, but I brought everything! I even baked you a cake for your birthday."

Was Francis a little dense? Perhaps. Was his heart truly in the right place for once?

Well that could only be answered in hushed whispers.

But the answer was yes.

queenlymacbeth January 4 2011, 01:41:57 UTC

Yes, it was unlucky for blondes but just because you put on a wig doesn't mean... She looked at Grace helplessly, "It is an eejit who refuses tae take a fuckin' hint!" She hissed before looking in wide eyed horror as Francis entered.

Oh god! What time was it!?

"Whit dae ye think yer daeing!" she yelled, not paying attention to what the Frenchman had to say or what he was holding, looking at her watch instead. Her watch that read 00:00:39. It had just pasted midnight and Francis had... "Ye really are fuckin' blonde." She hissed, grabbing at the wig and pulling it off. "Ah told ye to wait till tomorrow but ye still came ro'nd!" She wasn't shaking, no she wasn't, "Ah told ye tae come taema'row and whit dae ye dae? Ye fuckin' waltz right in!"

Grabbing at his shoulders, blunt nails digging in, she steered him towards the door, "Ah donnae care whit ye got me...ah...ah jist wished ye'd fuckin' listened tae me." It was a silly hope but it really would of ( ... )