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[bloodyrockgod]

[ooc: post David/Charlie. slowtimed. v.v. slowtimed.]

Charlie enters the wear, wearing a green t-shirt that reads "Tis Himself" in gold Celtic-like letters.

His hair is also green.

Please don't ask him to sing "Dannyboy". He might hurt you.


[ooc: mun must flee for some obligations. back later. slowtime please?]

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[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie smiles and drinks his very non-alcoholic tea. "Which soiree is this?"

[silverageflash.livejournal.com]

"Oh. Sorry you hadn't heard. Mike the turtle and Dr. jones are throwing one in their rooms Sunday. Thought you might be invited since you are a musician and all..." And Barry feels embarrassed if he's telling Charlie about a party he can't come to.

[bloodyrockgod]

"Oh, yeah, that soiree. I'm going. Claire too. I was wondering if someone was throwing a party tonight for the holiday, but eh." He shrugs.

"They hadn't mentioned me playing music for it but I'll bring the guitar just in case. Not a party without some tunes."

[silverageflash.livejournal.com]

He sighs a little in relief.

"I don't think anyone's mentioned a St. Patrick's party. Would be mildy redundant to have one when you live in a bar everyday, maybe.

"Besides, if you've ever seen an American party for the day, they get rather inane. Just an excuse to drink, and never mind the heritage, I would say."

[bloodyrockgod]

"I've seen them, attended a few on tours. True, not quite the same."

[silverageflash.livejournal.com]

"I think you have the right idea. Keep it quiet, and maybe play a little music." Never mind that Barry thinks Charlie isn't quite ready for a party.

"Anyway, I've got some friends to look for. Have a good St. Paddy's Day, lad."

[bloodyrockgod]

"You too, boyo." He grins.