Some Kind of Serendipity

"Dirty Love" Kesha

To: chriscrossedmicah@gmail.com.uk

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From: morgandmccallum@gmail.com.uk

Subject: Homecoming Party

Micah,

Hey mate, welcome back to London.  So your sister asked me if I'd be willing to to do her a favor and throw you lot a homecoming party.  I know how you feel about parties, but she's such a sap and really wants to properly celebrate your triumphant return to the UK. I figured a compromise. I've been bar tending at Deccord and my boss agreed to a little impromptu party in the VIP lounge so you'd be in the club and have your party too, bit of a win-win I thought.  Heads up, though, Em went through you contacts (idk how she got your password) and invited some of the band's mutual friends already.  Not entirely sure who, but she said something about Ani Tiernan and Soren Reid.  Oh, and I'm pretty sure she asked your gf too.  Let me know, it's never too late to cancel.

Morgan

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From: chriscrossedmicah@gmail.com.uk

Subject: RE: Homecoming Party

I do actually think there are times that are too late to cancel like two hours before everyone's due to arrive, but I do appreciate the offer.  No, it sounds excellent, definite win.  Not exactly a crazy party I'll have to clean up but still enough so Dominic'll stop whining. And you know how much I love Club Deccord.

Thanks for curbing Emma, I'm sure she was a nightmare,

Micah

Dominic Kinsey (@Nic_Kinsey)

Someone values tradition. Thanks @Morgan_McCallum #wasntwhining #micahsmean

Micah Cross (@MC_Cross)

Excited to see @EmmaCross and @Morgan_McCallum tonight #funtimes #noplacelikehome #ClubDeccord #Nicwaswhining

Irish Rose (@rosieposie)

Party At A Rich Dude's House #kesha

Dorian Grey II (@DorianII)

"@rosieposie: Party At A Rich Dude's House #kesha" so...basically this is my life. But who's excited for this party?

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Rosie was twerking, not well, mind you, but she was giving it her best shot even as she persistently downed what had to be her third Cosmo in the last hour and a half.  If he was a better friend, Irial would stop her, but she'd started getting heavy handed with the drinks around the time that some big-breasted, purple-haired punk-rock chick had started whispering in Harry's ear while he bought her drinks.  Quite frankly, Irial didn't have the heart to stop her downward spiral; after all, sobriety took away those beautiful rose-colored glasses that allowed her to twerk with abandon instead of bitterly eyeing the pair so he let it go.

Irial, on the other hand, was buzzed, barely, since he'd paced himself and downed two glasses of water between every girly cocktail he'd shot back at the bar.  Plus he was a poor uni student on a rather small budget, though he'd yet to pay for a single drink between his ongoing flirtation with the bartender and his numerous dance partners, almost all of whom had taken his raunchy grinding and butterfly kisses as some sort of sign that he was looking to sleep with them, which isn't to say he wouldn't just that it had been too early to slip away from a perfectly good party just for a satisfactory one night stand.