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Post by Kaycee O'Malley on Aug 8, 2012 7:45:49 GMT -5
Kaycee smirked as he eased himself into a seat at the bar, holding up his fingers in a sign understood to be a shot of Ogden's Finest. It was late afternoon - later than he'd been wanting, because his cousin Jethro had paid him a visit earlier in the day and had stayed until after lunch. Kaycee didn't particularly mind - he lived by the motto that it was better to be late than early. He was sure his date went by the same motto, too.
Still smirking satisfactorily as his drink arrived, he took a sip and surveyed the patrons, eyebrows partly raised in cool arrogance. As his eyes passed over the girls, casually checking them out, he congratulated himself in the fact that he actually had stopped thinking about Rose Weasley... until that moment that he thought that he'd stopped thinking of her, of course. Drat it. A slight furrowing of the eyebrows disturbed the smooth coolness of his face, before disappearing as he convinced himself that he could and would forget her. Easily.
He turned back to the bar, leaning his elbows on the worn tabletop, his fingers locking together and his drink right beside them. The smirk returned as he thought of his plans for tonight. He could just imagine it now, the feel of smooth skin under his fingertips, the lean muscles, the soft flesh...
(( hope it's cool, lovely! ))
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Post by Alysha Zabini on Aug 8, 2012 19:58:36 GMT -5
Aquaris Flint had only served to prove Alysha's sentiments about love and relationships the last few months past. Sure they had't exactly been exclusive, and Alysha was still battling with the fact that she actually had had genuine feelings for a girl, but nonetheless, Alysha had gone out on a limb opening herself up to the black haired pixie - and of course, her heart and feelings had been stomped on like old trash. It'd hadn't exactly been a surprise to the golden haired girl, either. She'd always had the sneaking suspicion that love did indeed hurt. Perhaps it hadn't ben love at all, though, and perhaps these feelings that she was slowly learning to kill with every fiber of being inside her weren't genuine; after all, Alysha had never denied that she was an awful person. Who could love someone as ugly as she was on the inside? Certainly not Ria. But alas, she'd sworn to herself after returning from Italy - having spent the majority of her summer with her gran, the only person she'd managed to tell her secret to - Alysha was ready to get back into the swing of things. A swift promise that boredom and angst would not longer be her marker, Alysha owled an good old friend (one she hadn't talked to forever) - and, if she was being frank - a rather good fuck, too, to see if he was up for a go. She knew through the grapevine that he'd dumped the red-headed Weasley after she'd ran off and screwed someone else. Shame it was in Alysha's eyes, really. Kaycee wasn't exactly a sweet guy, but he was decent, and a good friend - and a real good time when he was up for it. Finding the slinkiest thing she could, Alysha dolled herself up, her long shapely legs accentuated nicely with a pair of strappy wedges, and a cut out mesh dress, topping everything off with bright lipstick, and set out for the leaky. Really only one thing was on her mind, but they'd get to that soon enough, first they'd have to catch up. In she walked, a smirk on her lips as a few heads turned her way, paired with obnoxious catcalls. She shook them off and searched the crowd for Kaycee, she spotted him right off the back. A devilish grin fell across her face as she approached him, her hands coming down over his eyes as she whispered into his ear. "Miss me, love?" she asked, the raspy quality of her voice purring as she dropped her hands and let them linger on his chest for a moment before moving them. She stood back up and took the stool next to him, running her foot up his pant leg seductively. "So where has Mr. O'Malley been?" --- ((ooc: outfit! I hope this is okay, love!)) |
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Post by Kaycee O'Malley on Aug 12, 2012 1:30:38 GMT -5
Kaycee could tell that someone rather extraordinary must have walked in - he could feel the atmosphere heighten in the pub, and he heard the catcalls and wolf-whistles. He allowed a small smirk to alight on his face, but didn't turn to look at whoever had just walked in, because he had a pretty good idea as to who it was.
The smirk remained on his face as he was proved right, her hands covering his eyes as she whispered into his ear. "I always do," he replied, smirk still on his face as she moved her hands to his chest. He turned to face her, still smirking, as she sat herself down on a bar stool. He drank her in through his eyes, approving of the dress and the wedges and Merlin, the bright lipstick. More than that, though, he loved her eyes - she knew what she wanted, she knew what he wanted, and by gods, both of them were going to get what they wanted tonight.
He licked his lips a little as a foot ran up his leg. If the patrons were very unlucky, he was going to have to fuck her right there and then. He usually had more self-control, but this little minx in front of him... This had set out as a night to forget Weaslette, but by gods he'd missed company and he'd missed her. "Alysha Zabini," he said, an eyebrow held slightly aloft. "I've been brilliant, you?" He gestured to the bartender, calling for a drink for his beautiful female companion.
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Post by Alysha Zabini on Aug 13, 2012 20:10:03 GMT -5
The reaction she solicited from Kaycee gave Alysha a self satisfying feeling, a grin spread across her lips, and she inched her foot up slightly higher. She stopped just below the knee and smiled approvingly at the bartender as he brought her a drink. She was eighteen now, and no longer needed to be carded, especially when she was dressed in her current attire. Taking a sip of drink Kaycee ordered for her, Alysha leaned over, her blue eyes brightly peering at him.
"Keep saying my name, lover boy," she whispered, wiggling her brows in an overtly suggestive manner, "you'll be saying it all night if you let me have my way," Alysha concluded, sitting back in her seat. She touched a hand to her lips, then smiled again. She sighed, and shrugged, thinking of the simplest way possible to explain what she'd been up to. Running from her possible girlfriend didn't seem like a sufficient answer.
"I've been bored," Alysha pouted, her plump lips jutting out. "Spending the parents money, staying in Italy - looking for a good fuck and a good friend. You'd think I'd be tired out from Italy, but not really. Staying with your gran doesn't exactly scream boys come get me. Ya know," she joked. Alysha had never been one for subtly. When she saw something, she went for it.
"So - I hear you're opening your own potions shop . . ." sure they were out of Hogwarts, but things still traveled like wildwind through the grapevine.
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Post by Kaycee O'Malley on Aug 19, 2012 4:19:09 GMT -5
Kaycee smirked back at her as she pulled her foot up higher. He reached down and caught her ankle, playing with the stockinged calf with his fingers, minutely moving up after every few strokes. He really didn't care who saw at this point - the more the better, and if someone from Hogwarts saw them, all the best. This visit was turning out to be killing two birds with one stone - a) he hadn't had sex in a while, and this was just too good to pass up, and b) if someone told Rose Weasley about this, well, heck. The smirk deepened, one eyebrow raised as his fingers reached the underside of her shin.
He tilted his head at her, catching her under the knee and throwing her leg to the side as he stood up and towered over her. His hand reached out to rest on her waist. "Zabini," he whispered into her ear. "That better be a promise, lovely." He let his lips skim over her hairline, inhaling her shampoo.
He paused to up-end his bottle, signalling for another one, all the time remaining standing over Zabini. He licked his lips as she pouted at him, and he missed most of the words coming out of her mouth until she mentioned a good fuck and a good friend, and he smirked again. "You've got both right here." He nodded at the bit about Italy and her grandma, sculling the new bottle. When he came up for air, the bottle was half empty.
Kayce usually had a pretty good tolerance for alcohol, but that sort of depended on how fast he inhaled the stuff. And right now, he'd be drunk in about half an hour if he kept this up. He was already losing some of his thought process, although he attributed part of that to the sheer temptation and seduction that was Alysha Zabini.
He reached an arm behind him for the bar stool, pulling it closer - as close as it could go without knocking his legs against Zabini's bar stool - and perched on top of it, his other hand still resting on Zabini's waist. His body was leaned towards her, and the only thing that kept him from toppling over were his feet, which were rested firmly on the ground. It would be nothing more than a little more effort to reach her neck with his lips if the situation arose. As it was, his eyes were fixed on hers, and he felt like there was nothing and no one around him. "Hmm? Potions business, yes. Are we really talking about business when there's more interesting things to be doing? I know that there's certainly better things for your mouth to be doing than talking."
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