mightbeconcussed | House Warming Party! Open to everyone!

Current Mood: excited
Current Location: beach house in Berkeley
Current Music: I want you to want me by Letters from Cleo

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House Warming Party! Open to everyone!

Lucy surveyed the house, assuring herself that everything was ready for the party. The back french doors were open to the beach outside. There was a keg on the porch along with cups. The tiki bar she'd bought was set up on the porch also. She had on the new Betsey Johnson dress she'd bought just for the occasion but her feet were bare. She didn't see the point in putting on heels if she was going to be out in the sand.

She turned her ipod on, tuning it to the party playlist she'd made and wandered behind the bar to make herself a drink in a pink disposable martini glass.

"Jill! Everyone will be here soon!" she yelled at her room mate and best friend.

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It wasn't till the small hours of the morning when the dark haired man had finally arrived at the door of the beach house. He hadn't given any indication that he would make it, even though he'd spoke to Jill a few hours ago on the phone. He brought no luggage, no bags and no change of clothes ... he hadn't even brought his staff (though it killed him to leave it at home). He was just there for the night, his plane left at noon the next day.

It was nice to be back in Berkeley, the place had started to feel like a second home when he'd came for vacation. The girls had been generous hosts, it was hard not to feel invited by them.

He was dressed simply. Dark jeans, red t-shirt and heavy black boots. He wasn't so much here to party or mingle or impress ... it was just a convent excuse to visit the woman he was madly in love with. He rang the doorbell and waited for someone invite him in.

Lucy heard the doorbell and excused herself from her current conversation. She opened the door without looking through the peephole because it was just her.

"O.M.G!!! Harry!!" She greeted him with a hug that might tackle him to the ground except that she was fairly certain he'd be used to this by now. Besides, by now she was fairly toasted. Her drink spilled on Harry and the porch, instinctively somehow avoiding her dress all together. "Jill is going to be so awesome sauce excited!!!"

Jill, also fairly drunk, turned at the sound of her name. Her jaw dropped just slightly at the sight before her. "Oh God..."

A smile started slow on her lips and grew as she ran at the door, leaping at Harry. And yes, her own drink dripped just a little on him and the porch. It couldn't be avoided. Her arms up around his neck and her legs about his waist. "You're here. Are you really here? Oh god..."

It always amazed him how much force Jill could pack into that tiny frame. The tackle-hug-cling caused his legs to waver and nearly knocked him over. The wizard ignored the extra alcohol that landed on him. He took a moment to steady himself, then his arms embraced her and pulled her snuggly against him.

"I'm really here. I missed you so much."

"This is insane! I just talked to you a few hours ago. What did you do? Oh my god. You are so hot still." Jill rambled, still holding tight to Harry even in her inebriated state.

"I called from an airport in Arizona. My connection flight was delayed, that's why I got here so late."

Harry turned the slightest shade of red when she blurted out something about him being hot. It felt really damn good to hold her again, he hoped to be cose to her for the rest of his stay.

"You guys seem like you've been having ~~a lot to drink~~... a lot of fun."

"We've been having so much awesome sauce fun," Lucy blurted out. She leaned over and kissed Harry's cheek then stepped away. "And I need another drink and I'm gonna be the best friend ever and let you and Jill be sickeningly sweet."

"Thanks Lucy." He said with a smile.

Harry turned his attention back to the woman still clinging to him. He leaned in to kiss her. Jill's lips had the unmistakable taste of fruit and alcohol.

"I love you. It feels so good to hold you again."

"Oh maybe you can never leave again! Like be a live in and let me just smell/see/taste/love you all the time." Yes, her words were slightly slurred together. She planted another kiss on his lips. "And there are a lot of people here and I don't do so well in crowds so now that you're here it's better."

Harry smiled bittersweetly. "I wish I could just stay, a part of me wants to very much."

The wizard looked around. "There are a lot of people here. Whats wrong with crowds, do they make you nervous?"

"I'm feeling a little left behind, mind if I go get a drink?"

Jill slowly put her feet to the ground, allowing Harry his mobility. "They make me uncomfortable. But it's okay. You're here!" She smiled up to him and laced her fingers with him. "Let's go get you a drink."

"That sounds great." He said with a smile. He couldn't remove the smile off his face if he tried. Being around her just made him like that.

They weaved though the remaining party goers hand in hand and headed outside to where the bar was set up. "So, how many drinks do I have to have before I catch up to you?" He'd never seen Jill tipsy before and like a good boyfriend ... he couldnt help but be a bit concerned.

"Five of these... or maybe six. No wait! This is seven." Jill beamed a smile to Harry, and then sipped at her drink again. Her free hand slipped into one of the back pockets of Harry's jeans. "You could have seven too! But I bet you still won't be as inebriated as I am."

The older man flashed her a sly sort of look as her hands found a way to his rear.

"Course I won't, I'm about twice the size of you."

Harry moved right passed the lovely bar with its vast array of spirits and headed right to the keg. He released himself from her grasp to pour a beer.

"Why a party on Wednesday babe ... Do you have a class in the morning?"

He took a long draw from his freshly poured beer and waited for her response.

"Weee're being bad and skipping! And Wednesday just because. It's the worst day in the week and everyone is sad just wanting Friday to come so Wednesday." Jill rambled, her words slurring together and her Southern accent more thick than normal.

Harry sometimes forgot that Jill was a southern girl, her accent was usually slight and she had a lot of northern sensibilities. He couldn't help but smile at her accent and her intoxicated ramble.

"My overachiever is being a bad girl? Should I be worried about you ..." He took another long slow sip of his beer and his smile had broadened. "or is this the kind of bad girl that every boy wishes for?"

"You better be wishing for me. And no worries. Back to buisness the day after... or... I mean the day after the day after." Jill lightly poked Harry in the side and wrinkled her nose around a smile. "I'm confusing me."

She hugged him. "God I still can't believe you're here!"

"I am always wishing for you." He said with a charming smile.

Harry hugged her back tightly. His right arm clung to her back and kept her body close close to him. Gloved fingers of his left hand brushed silken brown strands away from her face.

"Are you really that surprised?" He murmured softly. "Wasn't there a part of you that thought maybe I might find a way to be with you tonight?"

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