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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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"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.

Annie decides to put him in his place as best she can and she finishes her beer.

"Other shit like what?" She is so capable, just you wait.

"Other shit like..." He paused to think, which was getting harder to do with any real focus. But then his eyes landed on her head and he knew exactly what, "Keepin' glitter outta your hair."

Because she hadn't. And he had.

Ignoring the fact she might have chosen to let it get in there.

Annie made a face, putting a hand on her hip. "Finnick got the glitter in my hair. I don't mind it." Hopefully it would come out in the wash, but her boyfriend was covered in glitter. And glitter was the herpes of the crafts world- it got everywhere.

How Daryl managed to avoid it is a small miracle.

Daryl's eyes narrowed and he went still, puzzled. He didn't know a Finnick. There wasn't one among the Clan. So someone in another faction or unaligned. Had she mentioned him before at all? He wasn't sure. He didn't think so... But that could be the effects of the alcohol.

"Who's Finnick?"

This is the fun part- Annie beams. "He's my boyfriend," she says proudly. "He's here tonight with me." He had just had some people to see.

Daryl made a face. A disgusted face. Like that was the worst thing he could have ever heard. "You're not gonna get all romance novel on me, are you?"

Annie blinks. "no- d'you want me to?" She assumed not. "But he's amazing."

"Pfft no." Of course he didn't want her to. That was the point of him asking to make sure she didn't. And then she went and did with the 'amazing' comment. "I said I no."

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"Bet he ain't that great."

Annie pulls her face into a miraculous pout. It's almost pathetic how cute her pout is.

"He's really great. I promise. You'd like him." He's beautiful.

He huffed, this time closer to an outright laugh.

"You cain't know that. I bet he's got a snaggletooth." Daryl brought a finger up to his mouth and waggled it in imitation. "And bad breath, too."

Annie's jaw drops, and she shakes her head. "No- he's perfect." Then, with a big grin, she adds: "He's fae."

Daryl went still, hand up near his mouth while he processed that. After a couple moments his hand moved to rub at his chin, right under his bottom lip, thumb lazily playing with the chin fuzz.

"He safe?"

Without hesitation, Annie nods enthusiastically. "He'd rather die than hurt me." So yes, he was as safe as they came.

MABON } 22nd September

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