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Starlight New Year

About to sip his champagne, Fin paused to laugh at Dora's words. Of course she'd cheers to fantastic fucking. "I'm so glad you've got your own place for that now," he grinned. "I don't need any more broken beds." She had broken one of the beds at his house, he'd heard the headboard crack from his room on the other side of the building, and he'd just known what had caused it without even needing to inquire. Dora had guys over. A lot. Fin had mostly turned a blind eye unless these guys were no good or filthy mudbloods and the like, he'd laid down the law that there'd be no muggle sweat on his sheets, thank you very much, and whenever she had someone over, he made her throw away the bedding the next day. It was a bit fussy of him, but he didn't like to think of other guys screwing people in his house, that was Fin's job, though he didn't actually want to screw Dora. That was a thing of the past though, with her having a place of her own now, and though he missed having her around his house so much, he didn't miss her habits when it came to guys.

His second attempt at sipping his drink was halted by her again as she reached up to run a finger over his collar. He smiled, knowing he looked incredible, and appreciating her appreciating him. He appreciated anybody complimenting him when it was genuine - and why wouldn't it be? - but he liked having Dora fuss over him, she had an eye for the best, shiniest, most beautiful things, and to be included in that made Fin happy. He wiggled his eyebrows at her with a naughty smile. "Stay away from me at midnight, then, because I will kiss the closest pretty girl to me and then people will really be talking," he joked, not at all joking. He would be kissing the most attractive female in his immediate location wherever he happened to find himself at the stroke of midnight, and if he got hexed by her husband or fiance or whoever afterwards, so be it. He didn't really give a flying hinkypunk at this point in his life, he was feeling pretty invincible these days, what with lording it over his own club, having his own home, being free from his father's clutches and a trusted Death Eater to boot. It was quite the boost.

"Oooh, champagne!" The girly voice of the tall blonde that approached them caused a smile to appear on Fin's slender face. His cousin Liv was a ball of fun, to say the least, and he wasn't surprised at all when she plucked the glass from his hand and claimed it for her own, making a fun comment about him and Dora being cosy. "Liv, here, have some champagne" he greeted sarcastically, allowing her to kiss his cheek and then busying himself rubbing the lip gloss off of his skin. He glanced at his fingers to inspect the shimmering shine on them, and reached for a napkin off of the nearest table, cleaning the gloss off and tossing the tissue into the bin on the other side of the balcony, a smug smile on his face as it went right in. He peered over the balcony, looking for the head of red hair that belonged to Dora's cousin, and found her on the dance floor alone. "No boyfriend tonight?" he muttered, knowing the teen usually had some idiot boyfriend or other that followed her around like a puppy. Fin considered going down there to speak to Jovian, but he thought Dora might be the better person to do that as her family.



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tag: Euphadora Rose Parkinson , Livia Eleanor Grace Burke and everyone!
notes: The party is on, dudes! XD <3
outfit: Handsome as Hell

Starlight New Year

This owning a nightclub business was a lot easier than Fin had imagined, especially now that he'd had a good year and a half to settle into the role. Granted, he had a lot of hired help to run the place for him, so he only really had to show his face regularly and sign paperwork, occasionally sit in on a few meetings or interview new staff, but mostly he could get lackeys to do all the hard parts for him, which was fantastic. He was an intelligent guy, if he had to, he could pick up some of the workload, but he figured freeing himself up to actually enjoy his life and spend the money that the club brought in was a much smarter choice. Like tonight, all he had had to do to throw a brilliantly fancy New Years Eve party was come up with the idea and tell the relevant people. That was it. His event organisers had set everything up, asked his opinion on a few bits of decor and gotten him to sign papers about the fireworks they'd be setting off on the roof of the club at midnight. He was pretty confident that the club wouldn't end up on fire or blowing up with sparkles, so he'd signed quickly and sent them on their way.

Now that he was actually in the club, he was slightly more appreciative of everything they had done to set up for the night. There were sparkling silver streamers everywhere, huge glasses dotted about the edges of the room, enchanted with silver confetti which sprayed out of the top of each one like a shimmering fountain. A huge diamond encrusted (fake diamonds, he wasn't spending that much money on a bloody sign) countdown hung over the bar, the seconds ticking down until midnight, when it would magically change into a Happy New Year sign, also dripping with fake diamonds. The theme seemed to be sparkle, but Fin didn't hate it, and he figured everyone would be dressed up enough to fit in well, the men all in their finest suits or dress clothes, and the women more dazzling than the glittering confetti. Fin was wearing a pale grey suit which made him look suave as hell, and he knew he'd have no shortage of options for someone to kiss at midnight.

With ten minutes to go before the bar opened for business, Fin left his office in the back of the building, popping into the private rooms and making sure the tables were arranged perfectly, chair covers straight, glasses clean as a whistle, then moving into the main room, which was large, with a second floor that overlooked the first with an ornate balcony. Seating was upstairs, the dance floor and bar on the ground floor, and he took the winding staircase two steps at a time, long legs carrying him easily to the top, where he wove in and out of the tables, tweaking napkins and decorations, and pausing to stare out over the dance floor, which was lit up with multicoloured lights for the night. The men who worked on the door were waiting for his go-ahead to begin letting people in, and Fin nodded his head at them, satisfied that they were ready for the evening to begin. The front doors opened and the sounds of the queue that was already outside filled the room, the bar staff jumping into position, Fin remaining on the balcony, surveying his kingdom, handsome as hell as people filed in to the room in small glittering groups. The veil of euphoria that was usually at the front door had been lifted for tonight, but the party goers all seemed to be in fine spirits without it. Fin smiled softly to himself, humming along to the music that blared through the building.



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tag: Everyone!
notes: For anyone who Fin counts as a friend or family, there is the option of a private party room in the back that he will have gladly set up for you. Everyone else, muck in! Lol <3
outfit: Handsome as Hell

Under the Mistletoe

The door opened, and Fin hefted the box of baubles a bit higher, thinking how he should have just used magic to transport them up here but at the same time, liking to show that he was strong enough to carry the haul by himself. It appeared even in the presence of Dora, who he did not need to impress, ego won out over logic. Anyway, the door was open, and comments were thrown, Fin fell into step with her, banter flowing from his lips as he walked practically into her making Dora move backwards out of his way so that he could get through and put the box and the tree down on the small table inside. "That's what the mistletoe is for, love. We'll save that for later," he said with a wink. He'd snogged Dora in the past, it was fun, but she wasn't his type. Well, he really didn't have a type, but someone as girly and flirty and chatty as her just wouldn't do. He needed a girl that was slightly more fierce and stable, a girl who's idea of fun was more going wild at a Death Eater attack, than shopping for days. Fin did like to shop, though, which came in really handy for Dora days, along with drinking, she was good for drinking and dancing. She was good for a lot of things, really, but apparently not festivities. Fair enough, she'd had a pretty substantial Christmas tragedy, but she needed to keep on living, one bad thing happening couldn't allow her to cancel Christmas forever, that was insane.

He turned and glanced around the small room, face contorted in mild bewilderment. "Where the hell am I meant to fit this thing?" he asked, more speaking to himself than her, since Dora would probably say to put it back outside because she didn't need a tree. He glanced at the table where he'd plonked everything, tilting his head to size it up. "You think it'd fit on the table?" he wondered out loud, moving the box down to the floor and standing the small tree upright in the center of the table. "It'd make a pretty fancy centerpiece." Her table was not one that needed a centerpiece. It needed to be thrown in the bin, and this whole apartment turned into a cupboard, because it wasn't fit for anything else. He stuffed his hand into the pocket of his jeans, which probably cost more than a month's rent for this place, and retrieved his wand, flicking a quick spell at the tree to make it float upright on the table. Turning to face Dora, he unzipped his coat and shrugged it off, throwing it on her bed... couch... bed, whatever it was. "Put the kettle on, love," he grinned, handsome face rosy from the snow outside, blue eyes twinkling with the thought of forcing cheer upon his grinch-like best friend when all she wanted to do was wallow in the ghosts of Christmas past.



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tag: Euphadora Rose Parkinson
notes: <3