(1803) Spring Coronation

[Quick]

Quick wishes he were a little more drunk. Or less drunk. Whichever would take the edge off dealing with spending time with Coco. He shoots a glance at Mhairi when she tries to cover for the situation. Almost adds in that its a good idea. But doesn't.

"Not cool, Circe." he mutters, taking another drink at the loaded round. Of course he'd just done that... but whatever. He had a reason to. His head starts to spin, but he does everything in his power to hold together.

As people start filing out, his attention returns to the Queen who's honor he, er... tried to defend. She took it in stride. Props for that. He didn't have that same kind of poise. At least not with this many drinks in his system. That and being a habitual friend to Summer. Sadly, every Summer he befriends seems to leave town. Well, except for Circe. He blinks. Shakes his head.

"I'm gonna... go. Night everyone."

Drama! I mean awesome scene. Quick exits.

[Circe]

"Well Quick, I'm Smurfette. Ya want nice find Papa Smurf," was Circe's response as she waved goodbye to Quick. "I'll keep ya company Sera. Especially since it looks like never ever is over," she laughed as she asked the next question, "Anybody wanna try dancing?"

Circe intends to stay until the end of the party.

[Ingrid]

"Ah. Thank you," Ingrid gave Seraphina a thumbs up.

Two hands were better than one. And besides, having Seraphina do all the work assist her meant that the Darkling could hang out for those last few conversations.

With Coco, Mhairi, and Quick gone, there really wasn't that much left to do.

Its well over time. Time to put the Coronation to bed and into Continuity.