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MABON } 22nd September


The times, they are a'changing. But in this case, it's the same way they change every year. The 22nd of September is the Autumn Equinox, and aside from it being a great time for witches to get up to all sorts of shady shit with fae, it's time for the seasonal change in power between the two Courts. And in typical Fae fashion, this event is to be marked with a hugely ostentatious party. They've taken over Crystal Palace Park for a party that'll be going near on 24 hours. The trees are lit with twinkling lights, and many fae have chosen to forgo their glamours — some are indescribably beautiful, others monstrous, and quite a few... Well, they look more or less human, but obviously it doesn't bother them and it shouldn't bother you either! There is dancing, flirting, and laughter. And the drinks and food are free flowing. Slipping between realms is also extremely easy, but there's been strict instruction not to steal any mortals tonight or there'll be hell to pay. This also marks the first official appearance of Eames as the Lord of Autumn, (it's not something he could readily get out of, you see,) so expect plenty of gossip about how odd it is he seems to shy away from his title, his obsession with mortals, and how very un-Fae it is of him to cancel the hunt.
	The RULES are as follows: All vampires must have a fae chaperone. The open invite does extend to vampires, but we can't just have them walking around doing whatever they like, can we? In addition, drinking blood is strictly forbidden. Consensual or not, any vampire found drinking blood within a half mile radius of the park will be killed. It's just not good manners. Violence is also forbidden. It's just not fun for everyone. If you really need to have it out with someone, challenge them to a duel. The children's playground has been made into a duelling area with guards to make sure it all goes smoothly. There are weapons available and they're all very medieval.
That's about it, they aren't a very rule-heavy bunch and honestly just want to have a fun night.

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"Yeah, didn't join up 'til I'd been here a year or so. Faolan's dumb ass wasn't a sell out back then," he went on, leaning toward her somewhat as his nose crinkled and he looked like he was attempting to tell a secret or keep his voice down. He wasn't successful, but he wasn't at a point of caring that much. "You old enough to drink?"

Annie frowned deeply, her nose scrunching up. "I, ah, I don't think he's a sell out." She trusted Faolan. He was a good man, with his heart in the right place. And it was good to have one of their own so close with Sylvia. It made things like their partnership possible. But she didn't want to talk politics.

Annie blinks. "...Yes? I'm 22."

"Then why ain't you?" He laughed, pushing his current bottle toward her while he looked around for another to snatch. There was plenty around. It shouldn't be hard.

"Faolan is a sell out," he asserted once he'd found another bottle. Paused to take a long drink from it. "But he's trying not to be no more. I'll give him that."

"Oh, I don't know, I don't really, ah, drink much-" she started to say before she had the bottle pressed into her hand. But Daryl is badmouthing Faolan and maybe it's okay to drink a little bit. She's not a very good Irishwoman, she's learned, when it came to drinking.

Annie looks at the bottle in her hand and takes a sip.

"He's watching out for all of us."

Daryl made a lout 'pfffft' that dragged out far too long, ending it with another swig. Then he laughed, shaking his head.

"He's tryin' to impress that boyfriend of his, is what he's doin'." Daryl shook the narrow end of his bottle at Annie like he was waggling a finger. "Boyfriend joins up with the Guardians, so he does, too. There's only one ass he wants to watch."

Annie takes a careful sip of the beer, making a bit of a face. "Think I prefer whiskey to this." That was probably the most Irish thing she'd ever said in her life.

Annie's eyes go wide. "What- no! He has a boyfriend?" Her jaw drops just a lot. Faolan hadn't come across as gay, and he'd never mentioned his boyfriend. Though, come to think of it, she wasn't sure if she'd ever mentioned Finnick to him. "That doesn't- joining for that-" suddenly it dawns on her. "Lance! He's dating Lancelot?" She knows him! She's quite friendly with his dog, actually.

Daryl nodded, laughing a little. Surprised she hadn't found out yet. Most of the clan knew. Or he thought they knew. The shifters did.

"Yeah, that's the one. He's been all over that house of his. Pretty sure he's got an overnight bag in the closet." Even if Faolan's scent had been old, it had been there on some of the clothes. Lingering a little. Probably recently laundered, relative to when he'd been there last, of course.

"Oh! Haha- aahh," Annie attempted to laugh at it, shrugging and taking another drink of the beer. "He never mentioned it when we were over there..." Awkward. So awkward.

"That's great. I'm glad he's got a boyfriend!" Lance had been decently nice to her, despite their awful first meeting. She'd let fear and anger get the best of her, and if he was Faolan's boyfriend, she could certainly give him a chance.

"He ain't exactly the kind to get into his personal business in public," he said as yet another chug from the bottle started. Gulping it down hard, he sucked in a breath, "Well, not talk about it, leastways. Can only hope he don't try to declare war with the council if they ever break up. They already treat us like so much shit on the bottom of their shoe."

Annie can understand that. Her relationship with Finnick was a secret from the public for years, until she finally told him she wanted people to know. She wanted to brag, to be able to be with her Finnick, the love of her life, and not hide their love away like she didn't matter. That was important to her. She takes another drink, wrinkling her nose at the taste.

"Oh- I don't- I don't think he'd do that," she says. "And, uhm... I've been to, ah, Ms. Redbright's home. She was... really nice." Still a witch, so Annie didn't trust her, but she'd had a beautiful home and her tea was nice. But this was England- everyone had nice tea.

"Bein' polite while you shit on someone ain't bein' nice." His voice went flat and his expression outright darkened. He wasn't drunk enough to get into it in public with her and she was pushing it hard with all these little defenses. Sour, now, he grumbled the same thought aloud, "Ain't shitfaced enough for this."

Annie's smile completely disappears. He's mad. Great, she'd gone and upset Daryl at a party and now he probably would never talk to her again. Great.

"I don't- I don't like her. If that's what you think." Quite the opposite in fact. "I'm- I'm sorry..." She looks down, taking another drink.

Great, he'd gone and upset her further. Now she'd just keep apologizing for stupid shit she didn't need to apologize for. Great.

"I didn't say that," he growled. The bottle in his hand got tossed away and he gave the finger to the person who complained when it smashed against the ground near their feet. Another bottle was grabbed and the cork pulled with jerky, angry motions that only served to frustrate him more. Because he couldn't. get. the. damn. cork. out.

"If they want us drinkin' why ain't they make these things easier to open."

"Then why-" she's cut off by the crash of the bottle, and Annie made a face. But that was the end of that conversation, for now, at least. Something she was incredibly happy for.

"I- uhm, I don't know. I don't... drink much. At all." But she was, here. "D'you want this back?" She offers him her bottle.

Daryl went still, his head turning slowly from the bottle in his hands to the one she was holding out. He kept his head down, shoulders hunching a little. Then shook his head 'no', and said in a soft, forcibly neutral tone, "That's yours." He'd given it to her. He didn't take back shit he gave of his own will. That was hers to have. It hurt a little she thought he'd want it back.

Maybe he was too shitfaced for this.

"Oh." Annie looks at her flat-clad feet, scuffing the toe of one of them against the grass.

She hadn't meant anything by it, just what she thought was a friendly offer. An olive branch made of a beer bottle. "Uhm. Thank you." Shit.

He just kept digging a deeper hole, didn't he? He didn't understand this at all. And he couldn't get the bottle in front of him open to burn away the confusion and let him drown in whatever happy it brought.

"Whaddaya want from me?" he asked after another moment, tone growly again. Confused. Morose. Definitely too shitfaced for this.

As Daryl thought he was digging himself into a hole, Annie was desperately trying to climb out of her pit.

"What do I-" Annie blinks. "I don't want anything. I'm sorry."

Daryl sighed loudly and turned around to lean his head down on the nearest table. He didn't need her saying sorry about everything. She did it way too much. How the hell had he gotten to this point anyway? They'd been laughing and smiling not a minute ago.

"Can you open the bottle for me?" It would at least give her something to do that she wouldn't have to apologize for. Right?

Annie wasn't sure how they'd come to this, either. But, hopefully, they could move past it, she wanted to think. But maybe that was just how it was with her. How it would always be, now that she wasn't exactly all-there.

"Oh, sure. Uhm, let me get at that." She reached for the bottle, setting hers down for just a moment. Pulling a keyring from her purse, she managed to track down a bottle opener and use it on the bottle, before handing it back to him.

"Da always said to be prepared." Was her explanation.

A bottle opener. She'd grabbed a god damn bottle opener. She didn't even know how to open a bottle without one. It wasn't really like Daryl could talk at that exact moment, but at least he couldn't open it 'cause he was three sheets to the wind. Dear lord he needed to teach this girl some basic living.

If he could remember he needed to when he was sober, he was gonna do so.

Actually... "Remember to remind me to teach you how to do shit next time we're at the House," he said with more than a little slurring of his words while he reached out to take the bottle back. "Thanks."

Annie wanted to know what the hell was wrong with a bottle opener, okay, Daryl? They're really useful, that's why she had one on her key ring. Along with a tiny stake and a silver amulet. Don't judge. It could work.

"How- I can do shit." She frowns at him, a little miffed that he decided she didn't know how to do shit. She was extremely capable. Though, there was a glint in her eye that said she was mostly just giving him a hard time.

Daryl turns his head to stare her down with a 'really?' look on his face while he takes another long swig of the bottle she just opened for him.

"Uh huh."

She points at the bottle. "I opened that, didn't I?"

His eyes narrowed in a mock-glare. Not liking that she'd recognized opening the bottle as 'doing shit'.

"Other shit."

Yes. Good. That would save face and put him firmly back in having the right of it.

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