Daryl only showed up because the fae that had given him a nice little favor had suggested he come and enjoy himself. Suggested in the way that said it wasn't really a suggestion. And as much as Daryl didn't like feeling cornered, he also couldn't say he much wanted to return to the inconvenience of finding a place to strip down before shifting. It was freeing to have that extra bit of power. To be able to simply go without any thought given to it. More so than he'd expected. A heady little rush.
So he came. Made sure the man? woman? he wasn't really sure which, or if it was neither, whatever the fae was, he'd made sure it had seen him. Said hi. Made awkward small talk, then tried to go on his way. But every time he'd headed for an exit, he'd somehow gotten turned around and arrived back near the center of the festivities. After the fourth time he realized there was a glamour or some shit on him forcing him to stick around a while.
And so, resigned to his fate to 'enjoy the party' for the night, he made sure not to try and leave, but definitely hung to the edges of the crowds outside of his forays to get booze. And after the fifth drink he was actually starting to feel a pleasant buzz. Get into the spirit a little. Smile and toast when someone lifted their glass.
"BOOYAH!"
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Closer to dawn, Daryl had started to wind down and get tired. Both from the drinking and the legitimate partying he'd ended up getting into. It was a strange dicotomy, really. Bobcats like him were most awake and active and dusk and dawn. But he was yawning and blinking sleep from his eyes, not really fighting it, but not able to fall into that welcoming bliss of exhaustion. He wanted to sleep, was tired, just couldn't do it.
He did, however, shift fully into the bobcat and start trying to find quiet or dark places to hide in his attempt to curl up and sleep. Or a warm spot like that lap over there. Screw it. Who cared if he was twice as big as a regular house cat? He could still take over a lap if he wanted to. That was the alcohol talking, of course. Or maybe the glamour that wouldn't let him leave. Maybe something else. But he wasn't in any state to really notice as he hopped up on the seat and then padded his way over to claim that comfy looking lap as his pillow and bed. He could curse himself when he was sober. For now, he was gonna purr.
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So he came. Made sure the man? woman? he wasn't really sure which, or if it was neither, whatever the fae was, he'd made sure it had seen him. Said hi. Made awkward small talk, then tried to go on his way. But every time he'd headed for an exit, he'd somehow gotten turned around and arrived back near the center of the festivities. After the fourth time he realized there was a glamour or some shit on him forcing him to stick around a while.
And so, resigned to his fate to 'enjoy the party' for the night, he made sure not to try and leave, but definitely hung to the edges of the crowds outside of his forays to get booze. And after the fifth drink he was actually starting to feel a pleasant buzz. Get into the spirit a little. Smile and toast when someone lifted their glass.
"BOOYAH!"
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Closer to dawn, Daryl had started to wind down and get tired. Both from the drinking and the legitimate partying he'd ended up getting into. It was a strange dicotomy, really. Bobcats like him were most awake and active and dusk and dawn. But he was yawning and blinking sleep from his eyes, not really fighting it, but not able to fall into that welcoming bliss of exhaustion. He wanted to sleep, was tired, just couldn't do it.
He did, however, shift fully into the bobcat and start trying to find quiet or dark places to hide in his attempt to curl up and sleep. Or a warm spot like that lap over there. Screw it. Who cared if he was twice as big as a regular house cat? He could still take over a lap if he wanted to. That was the alcohol talking, of course. Or maybe the glamour that wouldn't let him leave. Maybe something else. But he wasn't in any state to really notice as he hopped up on the seat and then padded his way over to claim that comfy looking lap as his pillow and bed. He could curse himself when he was sober. For now, he was gonna purr.