"I hate this place."
"You hate everywhere we go you stupid cow."
Such amicable behaviour could only be found amongst the Krum kids. As it was, a great portion of their little crowd were horribly drunk and, after catching the wrong Portkey, found themselves in Colorado; still clutching their bottles of beer to their chests.
It was, as mentioned, a crowd. It was a crowd filled with the usual family members Eli surrounded himself with - Harry, Finn, Euan, Elisabeth - and oddly tonight they had the additions of Lorelei, Gustav and Georgio. Elijah wasn't about to complain either. The more the merrier meant more money to spend on booze.
For once though, Elijah was rather sober. He'd passed on the drinking games and stuck to his beer, content to watch the rest of them indulge in shots of Tequila and goodness only knows what else. Of course naturally, Rob had accompanied them, mumbling something about how eight Krums couldn't be trusted together. He wasn't wrong but he had been the one to start the drinking games -- in fairness to the rest of them.
Somehow, they ended up stumbling down the path of the house that, as far as Rob's word went, was owned by Khaat's beau. Elijah, with one arm around Harry and the other around the overly-affectionate Finn, somehow managed to manoeuvred himself down there without falling into a bush but that didn't stop anyone else from falling into a bush.
Lorelei, who was b!tchier than ever when drunk, saw fit to push her youngest brother into a bush. Charming girl.
"Ring the doorbell Euan!" Elijah called up the path, amused by the mint-haired drunkard that was cuddling his bottle of Firewhisky, singing gently to it.
Elijah rolled his eyes and kicked Rob down the path. The Animagus gave a yelp but knocked on the door none the less, shouting out,
"Khaat, Khaat...where for art thou Khaat!"