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TURN ON THE LIGHT is a Post- Potter roleplay that takes place twenty-five years after the Second Wizarding War.
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He did it!! Oh my god, oh my god he did it. Starter for the Wolves and a place on the US National Team reserves? Ball boy no more? He was moving up in the world! He’d earned the spot, now he had to work on protecting it with everything he had. Not today, though. Today was for going absolutely hog wild with his buddies and whoever else wanted to show up. It had been about a month since he'd made the teams, and Diego had posted flyers in various Quidditch locker rooms, sent invites to family and friends, and would honestly welcome anybody in off the street that wanted to have some fun. Down the Hatch seemed like the obvious place to celebrate. Quidditch friendly, pretty bartender, and the owner was pretty cool. Would it have made more sense to have it at an American bar? Perhaps, but shut up. He liked the place. The beach party would be later.
Truthfully, he wasn’t sure he’d ever make starter, much less earn a spot on the USNT, even if it was just the reserves. He’d never have quit Quidditch (he loved it enough to just exist in the space) but never knowing if he’d get to play was kind of a bummer. After the injury during the rookie season and all the rehab it took to get back to normal, not knowing if he’d get to play again, Diego was happy just to be included. Or so he thought, until Coach Rawiri and the rest of the team surprised him with his starting status. Then he went absolutely apeshit. He had worked hard and played consistently, but had resigned himself to being a backup for the Wolves. The best backup he could be, of course, but a backup none-the-less. Getting a chance to start games turned into a wild animal, full of joy and an intense love of Quidditch and everything around him.
Diego rented out the bar for the event, but wouldn’t have been too against people wandering in if they were cool with the noise and had a good attitude. Food was accessible, drinks were waiting to be made, and the sound system was playing his personally curated playlist. Beautiful. Exquisite. Top tier. He was ready to get jiggy with it and such. With any luck, his grandfather would show and grace him with a magnificent dance number. He just knew Doc had moves.
TAG: ny wolves, quidditch bros, friends, family, all. whatever man. playlist
Last Edit: Dec 30, 2023 1:35:02 GMT by DIEGO VÁSQUEZ
Post by THEODORE SILVESTRI on Dec 30, 2023 2:23:18 GMT
Theodore wasn't much of a partier normally. He didn't enjoy chugging beverages or a round of beer pong like some of his teammates (even in their thirties). He was more a fan of slow sipping decently aged whisky or reading a book without talking to the person opposite him. That being said he was still an American and was quite familiar with parties - house parties, clubs, bashes... As a world-renowned athlete he had experienced his fair share even before hitting the age of twenty four. As captain of team USA (one of them opposite Leah Silvias) he felt obligated to attend - if only to make sure that things didn't get too out of hand and his team didn't embarrass themselves. That, and the owner of the bar (and a coach) Phillip Abbott had to be squirreling away some halfway decent bourbon... It would be the only semi-nice thing about this place. Plus Diego was a nice guy. Young, very young, energetic, very energetic true... but he still deserved support. It was a big deal in a player's career.
"Congrats, Diego." Teddy immediately greeted the young man with a firm handshake once he arrived and spotted him.
"It'll be weird as fuck seeing you in the air and not, you know, not in the air... on the side..." Bobbi chimed in from the bar sipping a drink with a tiny umbrella in it (probably one that she brought from home). "Now who's gonna hold our balls?" She didn't smirk but it was clear that she had amused herself (childishly). "I got big ones." She could never leave it be could she? Teddy, as usual, ignored her. Warning her would only get her doubling down like the rest of them.
"Congrats again." Theodore released his hand. "You're in for a hell of a ride but I know you can handle it."
"How about you, Silvestri?" Theodore glanced over his shoulder at her with a raised brow. It was then Bobbi's lips curved into a smile. "Ya wanna touch my balls?" It was only then that she lifted up her sunglasses that she was wearing inside several times playfully.
Diego’s face nearly split in two when Theodore congratulated him and extended his hand to shake. Teddy was only one of two co-captains for the team, but Diego found himself vying for his approval more often than Leah’s. Leah was jovial and easy for him to get along with, while Teddy was quieter and far more reserved, making praise from him seem more unattainable. He would keep this “congrats” and the fact that he showed up at all with him forever. Diego met the handshake in kind and, with a big smile, let out a genuine “thank you.”
The moment was immediately undercut by Bobbi, and Diego could feel his levels of goofiness instantaneously matching hers. Diego’s voice dropped into a very serious tone. “Bobbi,” he began, meeting her eyes. “It has truly been an honor to hold your big balls.” His smile twisted into a goofy grin that broke the serious thing he was doing. Teddy, as usual, pulled the conversation, however briefly, back into reality. Diego’s attention moved back to him. “Thanks, Cap. I’ll do my best.”
A few moments later, there was a loud clatter behind them as the door flew open and Diego turned to take in the sight.
Post by JOSEPH MULKERNE on Jan 5, 2024 0:51:20 GMT
Look at it! Just look at it! My god, it was beautiful. Really, just a wonderful piece of art. He could stare at it all day. The bewitching angles, the wonderfully curving body, the skin-deep marks of a life well lived. The insides were a bit grimy but with great bones and what he was almost positive was a cast iron grate that just needed some muscle to be polished up into pristine condition. An exquisite find! And someone just tossed it out! A tragedy.
“Guys, guys!” He was already calling as he threw the door open a little too hard. The clatter caught his attention briefly, glancing over his shoulder to check that the door hadn’t outright come off its hinges. “Shit! Sorry, I’ll pay for that!” Joseph said quickly, almost dismissively, too busy trying to show his friends his exceptional find. Had he gotten some looks when he appeared with the item a bit too far from the bar? Perhaps, but wheeling it across the threshold strengthened their bond. “Look at this!” He gave the object of pride a final push into the bar and let the door close behind him. Joe raised his arms in victory, holding a bag in one hand, and inviting all to gaze upon his prize: a perfectly standard muggle charcoal grill. It didn’t matter that he had plenty of grills and the funds to buy a new one whenever he wanted. This one was free and he had found it. He could nurse it back to health like a baby bird and give it the life it deserved.
“Diego! Congrats, buddy!” he started, giving the former US National Team ball boy a big smile, before turning to Teddy and Bobbi. “Guys! Grill! Isn’t it cool?” Joseph fondly patted the lid. “Somebody just threw it away. Can you believe that?”
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For the first time in as long as she could remember, life was....good for Sydney. No, not good, GREAT. She had friends, actual friends that cared about her and that she cared about. She had a job she actually enjoyed, coworkers that made it less of a job and more of just...a place she went and got paid for.
It was that amazing job that had her QUITE busy tonight, as a party at Down the Hatch meant that she was in line to make a pretty little pocketful of money. The only SLIGHTLY awkward thing was who the party was for. Not in a bad way, per say, but...in a she had kind of possibly slept with the person the party was for.
She wasn't going to let that interfere with work though, and she was professional if nothing else. So here she was, with a smile on her face making sure everyone had a great time. Yeah, life was good.
Post by THEODORE SILVESTRI on Jan 9, 2024 3:21:16 GMT
Bobbi pointed at Diego sporting a dead serious expression and tilting her glasses down. "Damn right it has. Damn right." She pointed again. "Any man ought to be thrilled, nay honored, to hold my balls." And that made plenty of sense to her so down the hatch her drink went before she was reaching across the bar to snag another bottle and pour herself a glass.
His best. Theodore opened his mouth then stopped himself and simply hummed and nodded hoping he hid the brief inner questioning well. Out of instinct he wanted to say his best was all they could ask for but years in the sport had taught him that it wasn't true. Sometimes your best got you booed, traded, dragged through the mud. It was just how professional sporting worked. It chewed yoi up and spat you out no matter how good you were. Thank Merlin for Shawn, and he had thought that more than a few times in his life.
Crossing to his teammate and friend he raised his brow at the grill taking in its condition. YIKES. Could he believe that someone just threw it away? "I definitely can." Nope. No lies here. Stifling a chuckle and shaking his head he caught glimpse of a blonde seemingly trying to avoid them and offered her a polite smile and nod of the head. "Hey." He crossed to her at the bar. "When you have a second can I get a whisky neat?"
"I'll take a dirty one." Bobbi interjected, leaning into view with a wink except she closed both of her eyes.
