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Post by avery june marshal on Aug 5, 2012 4:32:29 GMT -5
 The future is bulletproof. The after-math is secondary. It's time to do it now, and do it loud. Party-goers, make some noise!
"Well, well, well. What have we hear? A Gryffindor prefect, huh? Oooh, I'm really scared! You're joking me, joking me! You've got to be... I can't believe my eyes. You're stiff, you're prudish... I'm going to split in two, unless I die of laughter first! Get out of here."
Avery was one of those girls whom would have been expelled if it wasn't for Professors and other students covering her ass so many times. Yet, maybe that's just what being a Slytherin included. Fighting with other students, being a bitch, and staying out after curfew. The young woman was a party-animal whom often did just that. Yes, her parents hated the fact that their only daughter was throwing away her education on partying and getting in the pants of everyone she could. She wasn't a very good role model for Joey - one of her best friends, even though he was younger than her - yet she still maintained her party-animal ways.
"Another round of drinks please!"
Her hand pointed towards the wooden table where herself, Allena, and another three students sat. It would have been rather interesting to see if they walked back to Hogwarts like this. Or, they could simply sleep at the inn in Diagon Alley and fly back, dressed in robes, in the morning. It didn't take longer than a moment for Avery to decide upon doing the latter of the two options and downed her third drink in a single gulp.
"Another!"
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Post by allena marie delarue on Aug 5, 2012 23:43:16 GMT -5
[/img] get on your dancing shoes, you sexy little swine[/color][/center] Down in Hogsmeade past when she was supposed to be, Allena felt a rush that she hadn’t felt in ages. She was enjoying every minute, and although they were in some bodunk town in who-knows-where United Kingdom territory, she felt a little bit closer to the life that she was more comfortable with living. The life where she went to bars, had parties and affairs to attend to, drank comfortably and gotten a little bit…not sloppy, but rather loose.
It reminded her of the career she wanted, what she was working for. The potential to become a dancer in a troupe that travelled internationally, where she could have wine in a new city every fortnight. But for now she settled for hobunk, pikey-town Hogsmeade, and she supposed that it would have to do. It was an improvement over brooding in the castle, and she was more than happy for the break. Besides, perhaps tonight she’d get lucky with a pretty boy to keep her company.
Looking over to Avery she smiled, hardly finished her last drink before more were ordered. In the meantime, her glass of wine was sitting idly to her left in the midst of the harder liquor. Besides, the liquor had fewer calories than the wine anyway, and she was interested in keeping her alcohol intake low. She liked eating, despite restrictions imposed upon her by pushy dance coaches, and foregoing food for alcohol was always a trade-off that made her tummy very sad. At an extremely undernourished 98 pounds, she was going to be blackout drunk before she could count to five.
”Avery!” she giggled, sitting back in her chair slightly, ”You are going to make me incapable of getting ‘ome by myself tonight! Zough, vith zee right company, I cannot say I vould complain too much…” she said, taking her second shot and then chasing it with wine, shaking her head and making a puckered face. Looking around with a disdainful frown, she sighed a bit. ”Not zat anyone ‘ere really fits zee bill,” she added drolly, not too thrilled with the company, save for her lovely, brilliantly blonde friend.
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Post by kieran fergal ó flannagáin on Aug 6, 2012 0:00:31 GMT -5
 lets join forces,, we’ve got our guns and horses Kieran had gotten word of a party happening in Hogsmeade, and it was just the thing to lift his spirits. He’d been exceptionally grouchy lately, bogged down with school work and pressure from his ma to do better, and he desperately needed to blow off some steam. Sneaking out was enough to give him just enough of an adrenaline rush, but it wouldn’t be enough to placate him for the night. Instead he’d slipped a few E’s in his pocket, a handy little muggle pill that would get him properly off his tits, and he was ready to roll. Literally and figuratively.
The night was chilly, and he’d thrown one another one of his gran’s sweaters on top of a casual polo over a pair of pressed trousers. He didn’t want to look too conspicuous, and his clothing didn’t deviate all too much from his usual. But oh, wasn’t that the joy of being a lad? You did jack shit to get “pretty” and girls flocked to you anyway. The number of times he’d gotten laid wearing something absolutely absurd was actually too many to count—in fact, he was almost certain he’d gotten laid more often looking ridiculous that he had when he looked normal. Ah, well—it spiced up his life and he wasn’t going to complain.
When he finally got to the pub he burst in the door, all desire to be conspicuous going out the window. ”Oi! Now this is my focking type ay party!” he said, clapping his hands together and tossing the jacket he’d grabbed on his way out onto the back of a chair, scooting one up to nestle himself in next to Avery. He’d entered just in time to see her order and pound back several rounds of shots, and was tempted to snatch the one from Allena as she looked like she was lagging behind a bit.
”Well, it looks like you’ve got your shite sorted, lass,” he said with a grin at Avery, popping back up from his seat. ”But the next rounds on me, yeah?” He popped up, putting his order in at the bar before returning with a tray full of double shots, twice as many as were required for the number of people at the table.
Looking around at the other attendees, he frowned. ”Ye aw look focking boring,” he said, moving from face to face before settling on Avery. ”And ye look proper fit, likes. But anyway, two for each, except blondie over there,” he said, motioning at Allena. ”She’s tae focking drunk awready, doesnae focking need any more as far as ahm concerned. Ah dinnae want tae waste me night carting her drunk arse back tae the castle, and ah certainly dinnae want tae lose your company when ye huv tae take care ay her, ken?”
He winked at Avery, sliding two shots in front of everyone except Allena. Instead he poured half of one of the double shots into her single, taking the extra shot himself and grinning. ”Cheers,” he added when he finished the shot, taking up his first official shot and holding it up to be matched with the rest. |
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Post by avery june marshal on Aug 6, 2012 6:20:16 GMT -5
As Avery listened to her friend speak about being able to get home by herself, the young woman shook her head and a laugh escaped her own lips. "Liven up a little, Allena. You won't get a guy to like you if you don't party hard." Taking another shot of the liquor infront of her, her head turned in time to see the new face who entered the pub. A rather attractive young male whom she had seen walking around Hogwarts with a different girl on his arm each time she saw him. "Besides, the company just got a little better."
As the male spoke about him buying the next round, Avery nodded and moved a little closer to him. No, she wasn't drunk. Well, atleast not yet. She was just tipsy enough to begin her transformation to the I love everyone type of drunk that she was. Whenever she would drink, Avery would become the type of person at the party who would go around telling everyone that she loved them. That was the only time she ever uttered that horrible excuse for a word. She didn't feel it, and thought it was a giant joke. She was also the type of drunk girl to let anyone shove their hand down her shirt just for the hell of it. She enjoyed the attention; if her parents didn't.
"You don't look too bad yourself. Irish blood and English blood tend to mix rather well..." Avery spoke within a whisper, leaning into the boy's ear. It didn't occur to her to ask him his name, nor would she even care. Her mind would more than likely have forgotten it by the morning. "You can go home if you want Allena. But I think I'll stay here for a bit longer." Taking the double shots, Avery exhaled a light moan and flipped her hair back. This was her type of night. Gorgeous alcohol, gorgeous night, even more gorgeous boy sitting next to her. Looking around the table, Avery saw the other students beginning to falter in their drinking and she stood from the table.
"You're all lightweights! If I had known that, I wouldn't have invited you to this party. Fuck." Turning her attention back towards Allena, Avery smiled and bent over. "I'll meet you back at the castle later tonight... I want to take a closer look at that boy." Pointing her thumb in Kieran's direction, Avery stood back up and turned on her heels and headed back towards the bar.
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Post by allena marie delarue on Aug 13, 2012 1:24:42 GMT -5
[/img] get on your dancing shoes, you sexy little swine[/color][/center] Allena pouted when Avery told her to liven up a little, conflicted about the advice she was being given. It seemed as though either way she tried to play it, she couldn’t win. If she partied too often and shagged too many boys, she wouldn’t get a boyfriend. If she didn’t party hard enough, she wouldn’t get a boy to like her. ”But vhat if I vant a boy ‘oo does not only vant me if I party a lot? Zat does not sound like a good boy to me. I vould rat’er ‘ave someone ‘oo could enjoy me sober rat’er zan need to be all weighted down vith zee liquor to appreciate my company, or my box.”
Glancing over at the Gryffindor, Allena wrinkled her nose. ”Better? Merlin, your standards ‘ave slipped,” she said, her tone oozing disgust. ”Your quality control seems to need a bit of a… ah, tune up?”
Apparently her opinions were unwanted, however, and she frowned as Avery gave her permission to leave. ”I didn’t know I needed to ask you vhen I can leave,” she said bitterly, though her words were tinged with awkwardness due to frustratingly failing attempts at swift French-to-English translations. ”But if you so desperately desire zee company of such… ah, degenerates, I vill be ‘appy to leave you to it. “
Glancing at Kieran with disdain, she rolled her eyes. ”Wanker,” she said simply, finishing off her wine. ”But I vas on my way out, do not let me interrupt your latest conquest. She’d easy, by zee vay. I vouldn’t try too ‘ard if I vere you, you’d only be vasting your efforts on a sure deal.”
Leaning in toward Avery, she whispered, ”You do know zat ‘e is muggle born, and filth on top of ‘is bloodline. If I vere you I vould not risk zee contamination… a mudblood and ridden with diseases.” Scooting her chair out she took her coat, slipping it back on and grabbing her purse. ”Bon soir,” she said exaggeratedly, in a foul mood given the shift of circumstances. This was supposed to be a fun night, a girl’s night, and she most definitely wasn’t having any fun.
Perhaps she was simply jealous—she hated for any of her friends to get more attention than her, no matter who by. It seemed as though she could never get a leg up—she wasn’t wild or outrageous, but rather more calm and reserved. Once again she preferred one-on-one interactions to group ones; she tended to be dominated in groups, particularly with the strong personalities of some of her closet friends.
As much as she loved being the center of attention, she’d much prefer to be the center of one person’s affections rather than to dominate the entire situation, though she found that this choosiness was increasingly detrimental to her sense of satisfaction.
Perhaps she just needed new friends, or at least ones less selfish than herself. Though she found selfless people irritating, and if she had Avery’s personality she likely would act the same way. Be the center of attention and lavish in every second of it. Instead, however, she was stuck in her demure, prattish little box, and she was having trouble breaking free of it and getting the affection she so frequently craved. And that, more than anything else, was having a severe effect on her mood.
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Post by kieran fergal ó flannagáin on Aug 13, 2012 1:41:06 GMT -5
lets join forces,, we’ve got our guns and horses
”Good focking riddance,” he said as Allena said she was leaving, rolling his eyes at the affected French ingrate. ”Ah’m right here, by the way. Ah kin still focking hear ye, ye Albino Ethiopian cunt,” he snapped grumpily, taking a heavy sip on his lager to try and ignore the French disaster in front of him. Avery made it quite clear, however, that she intended on staying, and he was more than happy to retain her company.
He glanced at Avery, relaxing as she said that Irish and English blood tended to mix well. ”Funny, the folks in Ireland are nae exactly saying the same thing,” he said with a grin, well aware of the disparities between his own countrymen and those of the tyrannical, imperial Britons. He harbored little resentment for those his own age, however; they tended not to have much to do with all that history, and as a result he didn’t mind their company too much. They could get stuck all the way up their own arses sometimes, but that was to be expected in any culture, really.
”Ah wouldnae mind mixing something other than blood, however,” he said, taking another long sip off of pint and letting a hand slide over to the blonde’s leg. ”Nae into that vampy shite.” Glancing at his pint, he wondered if he should order more drinks. ”But anyway, now that we’ve got your little coke fiend friend out ay the way…” he said, leaning back to reach into his pocket, ”Ah’ve got me some top-notch gear here, likes. And ah wouldnae mind sharing with such ay pretty lassie as yeself,” he said, giving her a fairly blatant once-over.
When Allena was safely gone, he turned his full attention to Avery. ”Ah focking swear, lassie, ye should focking force a sandwich down your mate’s throat here and there. Although ah’ve got tae say—ye huving her around really only does ye favors, likes. Makes ye look even more appealing than ye already are. Put ye and your sparkling, outgoing personality and your killer looks against her moody, malnourished excuse for a body and ye look like a focking supermodel. Not that ye dinnae anyhow, but ah assume ye get me drift.”
Alright, it wasn’t his suavest compliment. But he tended to get into it a bit with the French girl, and he wouldn’t make any effort to hide it. ”Ah hope ye dinnae take offense, likes. Nae trying tae put down your mate much more than she deserves. But ah can say that ah’m glad she’s gone—gives me a bit more room tae get tae ken e better, yeah?” He winked at her with a grin, leaning back in his seat, his sliding up her thigh briefly before coming back down over her knee, coming off finally so that he could grasp his pint.
”Ah’m Kieran, by the way. And ye are?”
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Post by avery june marshal on Aug 14, 2012 20:15:01 GMT -5
Avery had looked towards Allena and rolled her eyes. Although the two were friends, Avery could sense that she needed to liven the girl up a bit. She lacked a certain... Slytherin quality about her that Avery simply could never put her finger on. However Avery loved her as a friend all the same, and nothing would have ever changed that.
Her mouth gapped open slightly, however, when she heard Allena speak about him being a muggleborn. "But, someone that attractive couldn't possibly be a muggleborn. You're wrong." For some reason, Avery became rather defensive and her eyebrows furrowed together in thought. What if this new comer was a muggleborn. Avery didn't want to be associated with such... Such things. The only thing worse than a muggleborn was a Gryffindor, and she knew this young man wouldn't be one of those. How could he be when he was out here, enjoying the party with her and a few of her friends?
Shaking her head, Avery waved goodbye to Allena before turning her head back towards the male. "She's still my friend." The young woman had spoken, nodding rather viciously once. Upon losing her balance for a second, Avery found herself clinging to the male's arm and grinning like a mad-woman. "Besides, I still think she's beautiful, no matter what a guy thinks of her. But enough about her, more about us." Laughing, Avery took another sip of her drink and proceeded to sit down next to the other.
Hearing Kieran's words about how she had put herself next to her friend as a way of making herself look better, Avery waved a hand in the air to try and shush him. "Although that may be slightly true... It's not. We fit together like two puzzle pieces." Raising her other hand, Avery proceeded to intertwine her own fingers before showing Kieran like a child does with their drawing. "See."
After a few moments, Avery smiled once more when she finally learnt his name. "I'm Avery, nice to mee-" Her words were cut off by her own lips being pressed against his. He didn't initiate the kiss, she did. While she was speaking, Avery had leaned in and planted her lips on Kieran's. After a moment, the female leaned back and giggled like a little school-girl. By this point, her other friends had also left and thus it was only Kieran and Avery left. |
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Post by kieran fergal ó flannagáin on Aug 16, 2012 17:22:09 GMT -5
lets join forces,, we’ve got our guns and horses Kieran shrugged when she said she was still her friend, surprised that anyone would really want to be friends with the less pleasant Slytherin girl. Then again he was positive many people were surprised he had any friends at all, although he thought himself to be quite the upstanding citizen. Minus that whole bit about snogging the love of his best friend’s life and probably a number of other people’s girlfriends as well, but that was totally on them. It wasn’t his fault he was purely irresistible.
”Well, ah guess its good that someone kin think she’s attractive,” he said with a grin. ”But yeah, ah’m with ye. Ah’m much more interested in hearing about ye anyhow—somehow ah’ve clearly not managed tae hear enough, considering that ah kinnae put a name tae the face. You’d think, with such a pretty gam, ah’d have a bit more trouble forgetting. Then again, ah dinnae think ah ever kent it in the first place, so ye kinnae really blame me.”
Laughing shortly when she intertwined her fingers, he was finding himself surprised to find that she wasn’t falling off of her chair. He thought she was about to for a second, right after she’d said his name, but instead of falling off her chair she fell into his lips, which he wasn’t going to complain about. Grinning into the kiss he leaned forward, running his hand back through her hair and stopping at the back of her neck, holding her firmly to him.
When she leaned back and giggled he locked eyes with her, an unavoidable grin playing on his lips as he looked at her. ”Wow,” he said, meaning to say more and, for once, not having much of anything to say. ”You’re like… kind ay weird,” he said, running his tongue over his teeth with a laugh. ”Ah mean, not weird. Like, totally focking spontaneous. Cool, likes. Ah’d have nae problem making ye me winglassie for more nights out, yeah?”
Perhaps that was a bit of a premature invite, but he already liked what he was seeing with her. Leaning in, his hand still behind her neck, he pulled her to him, kissing her a bit more slowly. She tasted sweet, but maybe that was just the alcohol. Pulling back slightly he arched an eyebrow at her.
”So, more drinks or would ye want somefin a bit more intense, likes?” The MDMA was still in his pocket, and he was itching it break into it. Besides, it would make everything a lot more pleasurable, not that they really needed that. She was great company, and he didn’t really need anything else. But just because he didn’t need it didn’t mean he didn’t want it. A hand moved to his leg, and he ran it up her thigh gingerly, stopping an inch short of touching anything too inappropriate. |
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Post by avery june marshal on Aug 23, 2012 0:40:05 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/fk5qwnjpg.png); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;]hi » KISS ME. Avery smiled when she felt Kieran kissing her back. As his hand ran to the back of her neck, the young female smiled and scooted forward a little in her chair. She wanted to be closer to him, however the alcohol was beginning to take it's toll and thus she didn't know how far forward or back was appropriate. Instead, she remained sitting with her knees together and them pressing up against Kieran's. If he wanted to move more forward, he could.
When he spoke about her being weird, Avery cocked an eyebrow and looked towards the floor. "I hope that's a good weird, rather than anything else..." Tilting her head back up and looking deep into his eyes, the young woman smiled before laughing a little and leaning in to whisper in Kieran's ear. "But isn't being weird such an adventure? I don't know about you, but I'd rather be weird and stand out than be the same and fall in with the rest of the crowd." Before bringing her lips away from his ear, Avery placed a small kiss on his cheek and leaned backwards. When he spoke about being his wing-girl, a small smile came to her face. It would be nice to have a wing-man on nights such as these. However it would have also been nice if she were the one to go home with this devilishly handsome young man rather than some girl who wouldn't appreciate it.
Parting her lips to speak, Avery was cut off by the taste of Kieran's lips once more. Her eyes closed and the euphoria began to seep into every ounce of her being. This male was exactly what she was wanting to find in a friend, lover, and more. Thus why hadn't she seen him before now? He clearly wasn't a Slytherin, as she would have seen him and they would have been far passed the making out stage by now. Just as long as he wasn't a Gryffindor, and he was a pure-blood the young female would be happy.
As Kieran pulled away, Avery pouted slightly and opened her eyes slowly to reveal his face once more. When he posed the question, the young woman tilted her head to the side in thought. What did he mean by something a bit more intense? Her eyebrows furrowed together in thought before ordering another drink for herself and Kieran. "Depends one what you have in mind, good sir." Looking down at her leg, Avery smiled slightly before moving even closer towards Kieran. It might have been the fact that she was getting close to the word 'drunk' or it may have been that she hadn't kissed a guy for a few months. However deep down, Avery knew that it was something to do with Kieran. Something that was drawing her towards him like a moth to a flame. outfit | Kieran | Drunk Kisses |
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