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Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2012 19:41:43 GMT -5
Vita didn’t care what the night held, she was so drunk that she probably wouldn’t remember it in the morning anyway. She had come out with a few of her girlfriends, they partied hard and long and Vita was no exception to that. She had spent a fair amount of time getting ready for the night out and she was looking hot, even if she did say so herself. She was definitely getting lucky. She was trying to rock the casual look, her hair was in loose natural looking curls down her back. She was wearing a pair of tiny denim shorts, they didn’t cover all of her bum, but she didn’t care. Her top showed a tiny bit of her midriff and was a light pink colour. To stop herself from looking too much like an innocent little girl she coupled this with her leather jacket and a pair of black spiked heels. She was wearing more make up than would be considered normal for a naturally pretty girl. But she needed the make up, she felt ugly and exposed without it. But that wasn’t something she wanted to think about, because no one knew about the insecure little girl who hid away behind the heavy eyeliner and bright pink lipstick. Via had long since lost everyone, she didn’t give a fuck, she just had another couple of shots, sucking on the lime that came with her tequila she left the bar behind and made her way to the dance floor, tonight was going to be a good night. Her ass looked great, all she had to do was look easy and swing her hips and a boy would come home with her. she wanted some mindless sex, she wanted the reminder that she was pretty and desirable. That and to be honest she just wanted the sex. Vita danced provocatively, swaying her hips to the music, running her hands over her body, occasionally doing what was so classily deemed the ‘slut drop’. She was young and wasted, all she needed now was an equally young and wasted male. outfit
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Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2012 20:32:31 GMT -5
Dylan was staying at Charlotte's. The two were back at Hogwarts and he was looking after the house for them. He figured it was a good deal. He needed to be alone and away from everyone he knew. He was. They needed someone to look after the house now that their parents were dead. He felt bad about it of course but he was glad that the situation fit. The only problem was that sitting our in a house was not doing anything. It wasn't helping him at all and he hated that. He didn't know what he needed to do to start to feel some change.
So he decided that he was going to go out. The only problem was that if he went to all the good places, people would recognize hi. He didn't want anyone to. he was still wanting a new life. So for the first time ever, he decided to go to the muggle part of London. It was strange when he first arrived. He'd never been there before and had never thought he would. His family was pureblood, his brother was a death eater. He had never imagined he would go there, especially not by himself with the intention of having fun and getting drunk.
He was dressed in flattering clothes, the first time he'd looked presentable in a while. He found a club that looked alright and he looked at the muggle money in his hand. It was still strange and he wasn't sure if he'd get use to it that night but he was there and he was going to try and enjoy it. He made his way inside and found that it wasn't entirely different. He drank vodka and did shots and in no time at all, he was drunk. He had some girl dancing on him but his eyes were elsewhere.
He was watching a girl by herself, how he had no idea. She was gorgeous and his drunk brain wanted her. Well, it wasn't his brain. He gently pushed the other girl away and walked over. She wasn't facing him at the moment and he let his arm slip around her waist, "You're beautiful." He spoke in her ear. He might be drunk and wanting to have fun but he wasn't going to be a jerk.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2012 20:46:05 GMT -5
Vita swayed her hips seductively, she could feel more than one set of eyes on her. She felt good. Empowered. Her Mum was wrong, she wasn’t wrong to do this, she wasn’t a slag for wearing shorts and looking to pull. She was young, it was normal. She just wanted to have fun and dance and feel pretty. She ran her fingers through her hair, pushing it back off her face, a huge smile painted her features. She loved the music, she loved to dance, she loved this muggle night club and she loved that she didn’t have to be apart of the stupid wizarding community if she didn’t want to be.
What tied her there? Sure, she could go and become a healer, or an auror, or anything she wanted really, but she didn’t want to. She was quite happy just getting wasted and dancing, serving drunk people shots on a nightly basis, sometimes getting wasted and dancing on the stage. She liked knowing that all eyes were on her. She felt someone approach and smiled, she liked it.
Then he whispered that she was beautiful in her ear. That stopped her a little bit short, she wasn’t used to being called beautiful. Hot, sure, sexy, almost always. But beautiful, that one was a new one. She didn’t reply to him, but pushed her hips back against his crotch, grinding against him for a few minutes before she turned around and wrapped her arms around his neck. She pressed her lips against his, her body up close against the mans. She wanted this, she wanted him, she didn’t care if it was only the alcohol in her system, she just kept on dancing, her arms locked around him.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2012 21:12:17 GMT -5
Dylan felt the girl's rhythm change after he spoke but she soon regained her composure. He bit his lip and squeezed her hips at her movement. She was good at what she was doing, that was for sure. he knew people were watching them and he knew it was for her and not him. He wasn't phased, he had a beautiful woman in his arms and she was making him feel amazing. The physical pleasure of her movement was something he'd missed. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt so good. He knew it wasn't mentally and he knew tomorrow would be no different but it was temporary relief. In the moment it didn't matter.
She turned in his arms and he got a brief glimpse of her face, just as beautiful as he had thought before their lips were touching. It had been too long since he'd been intimate with someone. He pulled her closer though he hadn't thought that would be possible. He'd forgotten the beauty and pleasure of the opposite sex. He kissed her harder, suddenly hungry for more than just a pleasant dance. He was suddenly desperate to feel again. The emptiness he was feeling, he wanted it gone and for now it felt like this might do the trick.
He pulled away from her and looked at her face. She was beautiful. Like an angel. He didn't know if she was magical or a muggle but he didn't care. He wanted her. He wanted her now. He couldn't very well take her back to Charlotte's, even if she was magical and he could risk apparating them he wouldn't. That was just disrespectful. He kissed her again, a desperation in the kiss he hadn't expected. He hadn't thought the night would go like this. He'd half been expecting no-one to be interested.
"Lets go somewhere." He said as he pulled away from the kiss.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2012 21:24:20 GMT -5
Vita enjoyed the desperation in the boy’s grip, The feel of his body close to hers, no one had held her that close for a long time. She felt wanted and in that moment she felt cherished. She knew it wasn’t real. None of this was real and it wasn’t ever real, but every time, in that moment it felt real and right. He was handsome, the boy who she was kissing. He looked quite young, but then Via couldn’t say anything as she hardly looked her age.
But the boy looked like he couldn’t have been much over eighteen, not that it mattered to her, age was nothing more than a number. She didn’t care about anything except how close he held her body and how his lips felt against hers. Their tongues were entwined. She could feel all the eyes on her, she knew that half of them were at the pair and half of them were at her ass, which was hanging out of her jean shorts. She didn’t care, she knew she looked easy. That was because she was easy. So when the boy invited her to go somewhere she nodded. “Okay.”
She took him by the hand and led him off the dance floor and to the club exit. She smiled to the bouncers who waved her off, they knew her by name and face. She worked here, of course they did. She walked out of the club, she could feel her wand up against her back where it was concealed in a holster, she was a little concerned about how she would hide it when they got to where they were going. “So,” She said, her hand still in his, stumbling a little in her heels. “Where to?”
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