Richard Campbell Gansey III (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
thatsallthereis) wrote2016-12-28 11:53 pm
thatsallthereis) wrote2016-12-28 11:53 pm
[Christmas Night Afterparty]
When there was nothing but leftover meat and beer, the crowd dwindled. They'd planned it well so that the last person was out before dinnertime and by 6pm, Hywel was bare bones. There was plenty of food to pick at, lots of beer for Ronan, and the gracious guests had done most of the cleanup. In the morning, Gansey had to call to get the picnic tables and heaters taken to the community center. He hadn't made arrangements for the grill; he'd meant to take it to the local shelter, but he was afraid he was attached to it. Keeping it, though, meant this was a selfish act. He didn't want that. That was not what this was about.
Now sans beer and plus water, Gansey lept over the back of the couch and landed himself at one side. This was even more like Gansey's kind of gathering: just the his royal court. They'd grown and gained some, but that was good too. If time wasn't here what it was in Henrietta, there was so much more to learn.
[Afterparty. Please use this as Gansey's TL as well.
Now sans beer and plus water, Gansey lept over the back of the couch and landed himself at one side. This was even more like Gansey's kind of gathering: just the his royal court. They'd grown and gained some, but that was good too. If time wasn't here what it was in Henrietta, there was so much more to learn.
[Afterparty. Please use this as Gansey's TL as well.