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[bohemian_mark]

It's been on his mind all night. A party. It's the perfect time and place to throw one. Perfect reason too. It would seem that his wardrobe thinks so too, as a certain purple-and-teal sweater and corduroy pants were waiting for him this morning

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[inquisitivehero]

Hank chuckles and lifts a glass in salute himself, humming a long to the song.

He watches the madness with a wary eye for injury, just a quiet shape at the back.

[bohemian_mark]

Nah. No one's getting injured this time. Mark's in his normal shoes. He raises his mug to Hank, though, beaming.

[callmefelicia]

Adam comes out of the staff quarters, sees a party going on and immediately ducks back into his room.

When he comes back out, he's in full Felicia get-up, including six-inch heels and wig (long and red, not the blue one today). He could actually pass for a woman, if the person looking was drunk.

...and, against the mun's better judgement, he's been into his special-occasion stash.

Milliways, meet Felicia on drugs.

[bohemian_mark]

Mark is actually on his way to drunk by now. However he just grins at the newcomer. "Hey, I don't think I've seen you before. I'm Mark."

[callmefelicia]

"Felicia." He smiles. "Good to meet you, honey."

[bohemian_mark]

"Good to meet you as well." Mark grins. "Where're you from?" He pauses. "My friend Angel would love those shoes, by the way."

[corsec_jedi]

You know, it doesn't take Jedi senses to figure out Mark's a bit on the thrilled side. A blind and deaf dewback could figure THAT out. And his singing's pretty good.

'Splains why Corran's on his way over with a grin on his face and his drink in the air, assuming he's got some congratulating to do.

[bohemian_mark]

Mark raises his drink back to Corran. "Well, I, kinda won my holovid awards." Yup. That would be a beaming filmmaker.

[corsec_jedi]

Corran laughs. "Naaaaaaah... who'da guessed?" No sarcasm. Really. Corellians HATE sarcasm.

"Congrats to you, man. You'll have to show me the film sometime." He's trying not to laugh and snort the lomin-ale in his mouth back through his nose at the sight of Mark--and apparently some of his friends from back home--singing and dancing on the tables.

[bohemian_mark]

Mark beams. "Well, I'm thinking of bringing it back into the bar sometime. I showed it a while back, but hey. Showing it again's never a bad thing."

[emptiedstreets]

"In'tresting song, there."

Ronan's grin is sharp and sudden, gone almost before it registers as such.

"You Yanks always make such a fuss?"

[bohemian_mark]

Mark grins. "'Course we do. Especially in Alphabet City." He holds out a hand. "I'm Mark. Have a drink or something."

[emptiedstreets]

"Yeah? 'm Ronan."

In short order, Ronan's got a plate of chips and what looks to be possibly coffee black enough to put tar to shame.

"Ta, then. Don't piss yourself up too badly, now."

Exit: Bar, right.

[bohemian_mark]

"I'll try not to." Mark blinks, but waves. "Nice to meet you..."

[faithful_slayer]

Faith is in the bar. With a fairly impressive piece of bling bling.

More than one reason to celebrate tonight.

Which is why, when there's a short break in the singing, she decides 'To Hell with it,' jumps up on a table, and flashes her ring for everyone to see.

And bursts into song.

"To getting the question, the question,
From a man you know really loves you,
And saying "'Yes, husband and wife,
Forever, I will, I must, I do!'"

[bohemian_mark]

Cue staring from one blonde filmmaker. "Oh my god, Faith, that's awesome!" He glomps her impulsively. "Congrats!"

[faithful_slayer]

Faith glomps him back, beaming. "Thank you! Just last night."

That is one big rock she's wearing.

[bohemian_mark]

That is one big rock. Mark's staring at it. "Damn. Huge ring too. Er, sorry." He pauses. "Did I know who you're marrying?" Give the boy a break. He's had a long week.