Zanna,

[Miranda Mercier]

Zanna,

I'm hitting a gallery show next Saturday in muggle London - hopefully. Come with if you can pry yourself away from your teenage lover-boy fantasies.

And yes, I know - 'fuck you' or rather me. I kindly decline, either way.

Oh, and come over with a bottle of anything that will make me black out in a couple of drinks. The whiskey isn't doing it and my mother just shared fantastic news.



-Randy

[Suzanne Stanley]

Randa,

I know, I know. I'm a terrible, horrible person, etc. etc. Get over it. I'm not fantasising about him though. He wasn't that good.

Are there going to be interesting people at the gallery?

I have some absinthe? That do you?

I have to go shopping - Sam ate all my food, little twat. Then I'll be over and you can share your joyful news and I'll share the absinthe and everything will be okay again, until we wake up.

Z x

[Miranda Mercier]

Z --

Who said you were terrible? I just said get over your lover-boy fantasies. I'm almost certain he's probably still trying to recover. You didn't scar him for life, did you? No handcuffs or extreme bondage, right?

There better be. I just got the invitation in the post from a friend (yes, friend; I can make them at times, you know) who runs the gallery. According to him there will be - and I quote "drunk socialites everywhere" as well. So I will be bringing my camera.

Absinthe sounds like heaven. If a coma occurs, just make sure I didn't spill my drink.

Awe, Sam get's hungry too! Did he have Cole with him, too?

Joyful . . . sure. Just bring the alcohol. And luckily I won't wake up so soon.



-Randy

[Suzanne Stanley]

I thought you were implying some sort of judgement. And as i said, he doesn't feature in my fantasies, but I certainly hope I feature in his from now on. And no, of course I didn't. I'm not into maiming people - all marks I left will heal. Handcuffs? What on earth do you take me for? I'm shocked and horrified that you think I'd do such a thing to the poor vulnerable boy.

Excellent. Drunk socialites are always amusing. I will wear my classiest outfit.

Is Sam ever not hungry? And no, Cole was not with him. I don't allow them both in here together, they'd eat the cupboards as well as the food. I'm slightly worried though, because some of what he ate was definitely off...

I'm on my way.

Shit, just checked the fridge, and he ate the cheese as well. Hopefully he cut the green bits off.

Z x

[Miranda Mercier]

Z --


I have no judgement. Pretty soon I'll have no inhibitions either, so who am I to judge. I can finally say it's been too long. And wipe that smug look off your face because I know you're smiling nice and smug. More like his nightmares, watch. You'll run into him again and he'll cry. That or ask you for another go-round. I take you for a border-line sado-masochist. That's what I take you for. And he can't be that poor and helpless if he went a round with you. Just saying.

Speaking of classiest outfits, I'll need to borrow a pair of your shoes.

Sam has an iron stomach. He probably had a bit of an offset feeling for a while then chucked it up to lack of more food and went on about his day. Your brother could inhale an entire shop of sweets then top it off with a bottle of firewhisky and be a-okay. Possibly drunk, but he wouldn't toss his lunch. Which is rather fascinating. He must have an iron stomach. But I agree, they'd eat the fridge if they could.

Good. And thanks for the absinthe. Of course I'll owe you.

And once again, iron stomach. He'll live. . .


-Randy x

[Suzanne Stanley]

What are you even talking about? Too long since what? Are you drunk already? Without me...

I'd consider either reaction an achievement.

Actually, I almost feel bad. Poor kid, I corrupted the last remnants of his innocence; his face when I produced the handcuffs was quite funny. He was up for it though, I'll give him that.

Which ones do you want? I'm wearing the red boots with the heels so you can't have those.

Sam's a walking dustbin. I should just start giving him all my old food to get rid of it. And lock up the good stuff so he can't get at it. It's a good thing I love him.

Z x

[Miranda Mercier]

If I admit that i've been drinking since about ten a.m will you judge me? So basically yes, I am somewhat drunk. And too long since I've been laid. There, I said it.

Of course you would. At least he didn't cry during right? Tears afterwards are always null and void.

Either he was quite scared at the prospects of handcuffs, or even more ready to go. Probably pretty amusing for you. Posh kid with a kinky fettish. Sounds like a nice expose if his parents are well known...

Do you still have those black pumps with the studded silver spikes. They look deathly, but I think I have a skirt that will match perfectly. You can raid my closet as well. I actually did my laundry.

He'll sniff the good food out. You know he will.

-Randy x

[Suzanne Stanley]

Judge you? Come on, woman, you know the answer to that. Sometimes day drinking just has to be done.

And I know that, but I'm glad you're not in denial any more. We'll find you someone next time we're out, simple.

No, he didn't cry during. And I think a bit of both, but put your claws back in. I already handcuffed the kid to my desk and took advantage of him; I'm not outing him to the world as well. Not unless other news is really thin. Actually, I think he might be quite proud of the whole thing. Maybe not if his parents heard though. And I didn't get his surname at the time, but I 've done some digging - he's a Nott, Daddy's a Department Head at the Ministry.

Yep I have them, feel free - I hardly wear them these days. You did your laundry? How very grown up and conventional of you.

Won't help him if I've locked it all up.

Z x

((ooc - Are we going to cut to an actual thread soon love?))

[Miranda Mercier]

Good because I'm writing this letter while laying on my cold living room floor in nothing but a t-shirt and some pants. I'd probably have the decency to feel indecent it you decided to judge.

Oh so simple for you. Have you met me?

His dad's a department head and you don't want to expose his kinky ways. Sigh. This means you didn't take pictures either. It would have been interesting.

Sounds good. Bring them over when you come and maybe that'll make me get off the floor. Doubt it though. And Yes, i did. All by myself. I didn't have to go home to my mothers and slink around while she did it. I had to do it too. I'm not made of money, so buying clothes vs. actually cleaning the ones I had was starting to become a hassel. Cleaning spells are simple. I just need motivation.

I can see he and Cole prying open you fridge with a crowbar. Sounds hilarious.


-Randy.



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ooc: if you'd like, love!

[Suzanne Stanley]

Bitch, please. I once went to the shop in nothing but a t-shirt and some pants. Decency is overrated.

Who says I didn't take pictures? But no, I don't plan on publishing details of some seventeen-year-old kid's sex life - especially when it involves me. I'm a pervert, not a monster.

Will do. And my dirty laundry is all over the floor. When I run out of clothes, I do things like go to the shop in a t-shirt and pants.

You think I'd hide it somewhere as obvious as my fridge? Give me some credit.

Z x

[Miranda Mercier]

Did you wear shoes? I'll do a lot of things, but walking around barefoot on dirty streets isn't necessarily one of them . . .

You're a perverted monster, don't act like you aren't. But I'm saying, those pictures. . . Nott. . . doesn't his mum run some type of counseling business, too?

Bring your arse here, I'm sick of writing. It's interfering with my drunk.


-Randy


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ooc: wanna start the thread, love?