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Ice Skating
Party's hardly the most athletic or coordinated guy he knows, but he's not afraid of a few bruises in the name of a good time and that's what brings him to Hyde Park Winter Wonderland with a pair of rented skates and the future promise of hot chocolate to stave off the cold once he's sick of falling on the ice. He's bundled up in so many mismatched, ratty layers of clothing that it's not even clear what he's shaped like underneath as he laces up his skates and wobbles his way onto the ice.

Sure, he's done this a few times, but he's never really mastered it and it's been a few years since his last attempt. Southern California isn't exactly Ice Rink Central.

Without much though or care, he pushes off the edge, manages to move for about half a minute and then slips and lands on his ass, but he doesn't wait long to pick himself back up and try again. After a few false starts, he manages to get himself pretty far into the rink before he slams right into someone else.

"Sorry... fuck!" He slips around on his hands and knees on the ice, trying to get himself back up as his bright yellow mittens slipping on the ice.

Christmas at the Charles Dickens Museum
In a moment of what even Party can admit is a pretty severe hangover, he manages to get a little mopey about his first Christmas away from his family. With no safe way to contact them, he finds himself looking for things that might actually evoke a little old school sentimentality in him. That's how he finds himself at the Christmas exhibit at the Charles Dickens Museum, though loud noises have him wincing and he's quick to keep away from people. He's definitely not tearing up just a little at the sight of a tree with fake little presents under it, because that would be pathetic and not particularly in line with the tough wolf image that he thinks he's cultivating.

Marking Territory
Recovering from a short bought of sentimentality, Party falls easily into his usual habits of baiting people and painting on things that aren't his to paint. As Islington's territory keeps slowly encroaching on East End Pack's, Party takes on the responsibility of making sure that they know it's at an end.

All along the current border between their territories, Party's started to make up allies and trash cans and old signs with spray painted stencil art of wolves. They're simple and fast to get up, but they should get the point across. If Islington comes any further, they'll be dealing with wolves on everything. He even throws a few Santa hats onto the more visible wolves for good measure. Merry Fuckin' Christmas.

Warehouse Partying Party (TW: drugs)
Being at a warehouse party is hardly out of place for Party Poison. In fact, getting supremely fucked up at these things is basically his favorite hobby after painting and he's arguably great at both. By the time he's inside, he's already loose and sloppy in all the familiar ways, ready to dance with anyone around him, all tactile affection and easy laughter.

It only builds the longer he's there, wrapping an arm around anyone within reach and letting himself get entirely carried away. He's not exactly on the prowl, but he's definitely open for business if anyone shows interest. These things are about a good time for him and he's determined to have one.

Even on his long walk home, he's still stumbling and giggling as he gets turned around a few times and stops to pee in a quiet ally. It's a good night to be relatively free of responsibility or care.

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Cooper shrugs. The rest of Islington might be good at the whole party scene, but he's never been one much for finding reasons to dress up and be sociable. He's more at home in settings like this, where it's a lot more casual and he doesn't have to worry about impressing anyone.

Despite the physical age difference between them, there's definitely an older air about the teenager as he looks at the werewolf. Party just looks so young, clearly still a kid in some ways. "Or just, y'know, go to a bar 'n get stinkin' drunk. That works too." He grins.

Party laughs, head ducking and hair flopping in his face. "Yeah, sounds like my kinda party."

Really, that's a normal Tuesday night for Party. Any time he has extra money, it's funneled straight into drinks and pills and any other way that he can fuck himself up beyond recognition of the world around him. Often enough, he wakes up with bruises he can't explain or so far from where he started that he needs his phone to get him home.

"Drink enough you can't help but feel good, right?"

"It numbs it all away, anyhow." Cooper's become an expert at how to do that over the long years. While he does try to just bury his emotions under a layer of devil-may-care attitude and sarcastic wit, he does occasionally have his melancholy moments. Being a vampire means a long and lonely life most of the time. At least for the moment, he's got a home and a girlfriend. That's more than he usually gets.

He thumps Party on the shoulder in a friendly manner, being sure to keep from knocking the werewolf right down with his strength. "C'mon. Drinks're on me. There's gotta be some place open on a holiday."

"Oh, fuck yeah if you're payin'. I'm broker than a Dickens orphan this month." He bumps his shoulder into Coopers with a smile. One of the brighter spots in his life in London is that he seems to be sort of making some friends and it's starting to feel like he really can rebuild his life here, or at least enough of it that he might feel whole again.

Cooper rolls his eyes. "You're not nearly pathetic enough t'be out of one of his books. Believe me, I was around when he was publishing 'em." ~~Also, he's dating one of said orphans.~~

He leads Party back out into the streets, turning up his collar to the cold biting through. Just because he's more durable than the average person when it comes to injuries doesn't mean he's got any special tolerance against the weather. "C'mon, Fluffy. I know most every pub in London. Bound t'be one of 'em that'll cater to a couple of wayward alcoholics during the most wonderful time of the year."

Party sticks out his tongue and pants like a dog as he follows after Cooper. This is perfectly acceptable behavior, right? If people are going to make dog jokes, he's going to throw them right back as long as they're not trying to hang his pelt on a wall like a dick.

"Wayward? I'm at least kinda house-broken, thanks." He giggles and shoves his hands in his pockets.

Cooper rolls his eyes as Party follows after him. If this is what passes for an average werewolf in the East End Pack, no wonder Cooper was able to lead a territory claim against them not too long ago.

"You're incorrigible is what you are, Fluffy. 'N lucky the power balance has shifted again in the Nest." Cooper looks up and down the street, trying to remember which way the nearest bar is. He's Irish, of course he's got all the local watering holes in London practically memorized.

Party takes it in stride, but that's only because he's in a subdued sort of mood. Another time, he might start a little fight over it, but then it's not like he thinks Cooper can't take some sharp words. They're both big boys.

"Yeah well... if you assholes push in again, I left you some surprises." He grins like it's a giant poop and maybe it is. He's not telling. Certainly, there's some creative graffiti that they'll be inheriting, the fuckers.

"Dunno what the rest of the Nest is doing, but I'm done with fighting over scraps of land for a bit. I've got bigger plans in store," he says enigmatically. Rumor had it that the Night Council was going to be giving the vampires their seat back. Cooper wanted to see how that was going to turn out.

He turned down a street that only seemed to have one streetlamp dimly lighting everything up. It looks like a shady place to be, but it does have a pub that is still open. Cooper opens up the red door. "Shall we?"

Party just raises an eyebrow, because that's not shady at all, but he figures he can dig at it later. Cooper doesn't seem like a completely awful person or anything, so it's probably just a normal kin of shady, anyway. It's not like Party's free of shade.

"I think we shall." He tries to imitate Cooper's accent as he steps inside, but it's nowhere close and he giggles as he leads the way up to the bar.

He's glad Party wasn't nosy. He wouldn't have told him what his plans were even if he had asked. He liked to play things close to vest and see how they turned out. Loose lips sunk ships.

"Oof." Cooper holds his hand over his heart and staggers for a mock step, pretending to be in pain. "Don't do that again." The only person allowed to imitate accents around here was him. He'd lived long enough in America that he had a pretty good standard American accent.

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