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Well shit. Quinn was bracing himself for the dramatics that would surely be following this evening's awkward performance. Lyra tried her best to cover for her co-star but honestly, the show was in utter ruins from that point on. How did someone fuck up a show they'd done for ... how long had this show been going for? To Quinn it felt like months, he was there for opening night and now closing night, and opening had been a far better show but not as memorable as tonight. Quinn was let backstage and he made his way to Lyra's dressing room. He gave a knock on the door, adjusting the bouquet of flowers in his arms. They weren't going to cheer her up, nothing would after the shitshow on stage, but he'd get her through the night and, hopefully, the press would go easy on her tomorrow, but Quinn knew the press, they weren't going to put a positive spin on closing night when there was so much to pull apart.

Tag: Lyra Ophelia Genevieve Burke
Notes: <3
Outfit: Well shit.

Lord Jesus, Mary and Joseph. Thank fuck for that. Quinn had practically been holding his breath as Lilith joined them and started a conversation that could possibly have started a lovely family tiff in the middle of the kitchen. Quinn was all too familiar with that. His family were passionate people and there were always words flying about, often meant with love, but they started arguments nonetheless. Still things would always calm down and honestly the only difference between an normal conversation and an argument during the holidays and get togethers with his family were the amount of broken chairs. Quinn loved his family and wouldn't have it any other way, but even their money couldn't pull the Irish passion out of their bones.

Back to the living room and drinks were in hand by everyone. Quinn happily nursed his own drink, not wanting to rush through it through fear of having to return to the kitchen. He'd do well in the lounge, standing just to the side of the doorway, pretending as though he didn't exist right now, and besides, his eyes were fixated on Lyra. The way she smiled and just stole the light of the room was incredible. She had a vivacious energy that never died.

Tag: Lyra Ophelia Genevieve Burke
Notes: <3
Outfit: Dressed by teh GF.

Merlin's saggy ball sack! If Lyra had any intentions of having a child just for the publicity, Quinn would be having some strong words with her. He didn't think that she'd pull a stunt like that, but her brother probably knew her better than he did right now so Quinn was definitely going to have a little nagging sensation at the back of his mind every time he and Lyra got a little frisky. "Cheers." he said to Lucian, taking the beer from the guy. He took a good couple of gulps and then had a look at the label while Rabastan and Lucian chatted about how Rab's missus was, simply, fucking mental. Quinn just minded his own business, turning the beer bottle to the short ingredients list. Soon he heard a woman's voice and he looked up, lowering his beer as Lilith came in. He took a small step to the side, giving her a little extra space as she came and stood next to her brother. Without saying a word, Quinn raised his bottle to his lips, took another sip and lowered the bottle again, giving a little wave to Alec who seemed to stare at him every now and then. Quinn couldn't blame him, they'd not really had many interactions together, Quinn's face was certainly out of place for the wean.

Tag: Rabastan Aramis Lestrange and Lucian Angelus Marcel Burke and Lilith A. C. Lestrange
Notes: <3
Outfit: Dressed by teh GF.

Quinn noticed it at once, the crying got louder and louder until it felt as though the small baby was buried inside of his skull. Quinn smiled at Lilith and Rabastan, giving the pair a nod of the head while Lucian took the screaming baby from his sister. Bloody hell. He didn't fancy having kids any time soon. The idea of that happening day and night could quite possibly have been enough incentive for Quinn to decide he'd never have kids. Thankfully Lucian managed to get the wean to hush up and the three men and a baby were off on an adventure for booze. "Ha, as if I'd have a say." He chuckled, "You know Lyra, she'll get what she wants, when she wants, and God bless her for it." Quinn loved it, she was always so certain of herself and she didn't let anything hold her back. She was a little more open and tender with Quinn now that they'd been dating a while, and after what they'd been through last summer he would have expected her to pull away completely, possibly even dumped him, but knowing her better, he could see that that would never have happened. Lucian asked Rab how Lilith was doing with being a new mum and all. All this brotherly chat wasn't really Quinn's pace, but maybe that was because he wansn't at the parenting stage of his life like these two.


Tag: Rabastan Aramis Lestrange and Lucian Angelus Marcel Burke
Notes: <3
Outfit: Dressed by teh GF.

Quinn chewed his steak as he looked at Rod who asked if she'd done the whole pool thing. "Nah," He said, still chewing. He chewed a little more and swallowed the steak, "Seems she has more class than you." he chuckled. Rod could be classy when he wanted to, but when it wasn't required of him he was an absolute dog. Quinn enjoyed it. Rod was a great mate and always good for a laugh. Quinn was really feeling the benefits of his lads night out with Rod. "Sure, sure." He said, not sounding convinced as he cut into his steak. "Surprisingly no." He said after Rod had asked about Quinn's dick becoming acquainted with the steak. "It's bloody delicious. Nowhere does a better steak." He said, shoving another piece into his mouth, letting Rod talk this and that until he'd finished his meal and drink and Rod was a little more drunk than he'd started. "Fuck, that was good." He said, leaning back in his seat and pushing his plate away from him, "What's next on the agenda?"

Tag: Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange
Notes: <3
Outfit: Hello handsome

Quinn tried peering at his hand. He was no good at Divination. He just didn't have the sight, but he respected those that did and this chick certainly seemed as though she knew what she was talking about. Everything she spoke about fitted into his life well. There had been that incident back along when Lyra had been in trouble. It had brought them closer. He did love her, that was true. Quinn enjoyed his little palm reading session. He'd have loved to have known more about what was to come but he supposed he had enough to go on for now. When she pointed out that his meal was ready he looked over to his table and then back to the barmaid. He took a quick glance of her name tag and grabbed his beer. "Well thank you very much, Sera." He said reaching into his pocket. "Have a lovely night." He left a couple of galleons on the bar for her palm reading. When he was clapped on the back by Rod. He was back pretty soon, Quinn had thought he'd be gone for at least another ten minutes, "Late to the party as always, mate." He said, patting Rod on the back in return before he grabbed his beer and headed back to their table, sitting at his steak, letting his thoughts drift to Lyra and what she might be up to right now.

Tag: Seraphina Alala Devereaux and Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange
Notes: <3
Outfit: Hello handsome

Ah, so she was a talker. Quinn took a deep breath and readied himself for a conversation. He didn't mind it, he just hadn't been expecting it. "Yeah, not bad. Just out with a mate. Think he's got a bum tum because he's spending an awful long time in the toilets." Quinn knew all too well what Rod was up to in there, but may as well let everyone at the bar, which wasn't too many people at all, know that Rodolphus Lestrange had a bout of diarrhoea. It'd be great if that made the Daily Prophet in the morning. Quinn would have a right chuckle. He wasn't sure how Rod would handle it, and the chances were slim that someone from the prophet was having a drink at the same bar as him, but he was a dreamer, he liked to let his imagination run a little wild.

Tag: Seraphina Alala Devereaux and Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange
Notes: <3
Outfit: Hello handsome