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Post by Dominique Weasley on Mar 30, 2012 21:58:23 GMT -5
end of fourth year. ______________ Nat was absolutely, completely, and totally hammered. Dom, who hadn't been much in the mood to drink that night, was leading them both down the corridors after leaving the party together, her dangerously high shoes clutched in one hand as she padded along the ground barefoot. If any professor caught them, they'd be slaughtered, and while Dom didn't really care, she already had detention for a number of lates so high it was positively alarming and she was rather looking forward to get back to bed and not get found in her dress - she wasn't even sure it counted properly as a dress, though, as it was so short, reacing just under her bum and clutching tightly to her skinny frame. "God, Nat. Shut. The fuck. Up," Dominique ordered the other girl, rolling her eyes expressively at her antics. Had it been any other night, Dom would've been the worst of the lot, but tonight all she wanted to do was to sleep for the next forty-eight hours or so and make anyone who interrupted said sleep pay dearly. "I will literally peel off your fingers and staple them to your head if you don't hush up." |
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Post by natalyah on Mar 30, 2012 22:08:29 GMT -5
The halls were quiet - well, except for the two short girls traversing in it. Actually, only one of them was causing much noise - the dark haired one wearing her Slytherin tie as some kind of headband. Nat was absofuckinglutely wasted, and she was wholly impressed by this fact. She loved alcohol, but normally she wasn't allowed to be this drunk, mainly because the month or so beforehand, she'd drunkenly lost her virginity and totally hated it, and her friends were keen to prevent another mistake like that. Tonight, however, they'd all been doing their own things, and she'd decided to leave with Dom, and only partly because of how fucking sexy Dominique looked in that short dress of hers. Nat's eyes fell to the way it curved around Dom's shapely arse, and she smirked to herself.
Nat hadn't actually been aware that she was singing the lyrics to the fucking best song ever - Smells Like Teen Spirit by Nirvana - until Dom told her to shut the fuck up, but it just made Nat grin even more. She slung an arm around the girl's shoulders and told her in a frighteningly solemn tone (considering she was absolutely wasted), "My fingers are a lot better on my hands, babe. They can do so much more there!" With a wink, she continued. "Anyway, my head is absolutely gorgeous, and you wouldn't want to attach my fingers to it. People'd cry and write fucking tragic ballads about it or something."
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