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Post by Julian Montenegro on Sept 30, 2008 1:09:20 GMT
*Smiles down at her, pleased that she's noticed his skin already*
You, Aurelie ought to move on. He's moved on and meanwhile... you're at a stand still.
*Shakes his soft hair from his face and strokes her cheek with his hand*
I'd love to distract you from your woes for a night.
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Post by Aurélie Benoit on Sept 30, 2008 1:17:01 GMT
*nods at his suggestion*
You're right... I should move on. But, I just can't get .... the feel of him out of my mind.
*involuntarily reaches forward and strokes a small piece of his hair, twirling it lightly in her fingers*
Distract me?
*feigns innocence once more*
How so?
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Post by Julian Montenegro on Sept 30, 2008 4:22:11 GMT
*Very softly leans over and kisses her cheek*
Use your imagination, although I'm sure you don't need to if my suspensions about your ex are correct. You can't have had such an attachment if you didn't-- dabble in the dorms...
*Strokes her thigh through the material*
*Whispers* Where do you live, Aurelie?
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Post by Aurélie Benoit on Sept 30, 2008 4:28:32 GMT
*sobers up a bit as he lights her senses on fire*
*takes a sharp breath in and nods at his words*
I... I have a rented room in the village.
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Post by Julian Montenegro on Sept 30, 2008 12:24:17 GMT
Are you too tipsy to apparate?
*Downs her unfinished shot of firewhisky before they leave*
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Post by Aurélie Benoit on Sept 30, 2008 15:09:38 GMT
*shakes her head*
Nope. Even when drunk, I retain my ability to move well.
*grins and stands up then walks to the door with Julian*
*apparates them both back to her room*
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Post by Aiden Bazzano on Oct 9, 2008 20:37:57 GMT
Aiden pushes open the heavy door, stumbling into the inn lazily.His silver gaze sweep the room,taking in the strange interior. With a small sigh he slowly makes his way to the bar, ordering a large drink. settling into a secluded booth in the back of the room he sips from his drink as his eyelids droop tiredly. Pulling his small legs up to his chest he sets his chin on his knees, staring at his drink with blurry vision.
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Tallia Gauthier
Journalist 
Editor of Witch Weekly
"The quill is mightier than the wand"
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Post by Tallia Gauthier on Oct 12, 2008 17:28:55 GMT
Witch Weekly's Halloween Party
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Blaise Zabini
Student of the Dark Arts
Slytherin's finest
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Post by Blaise Zabini on Nov 5, 2008 16:27:47 GMT
He wasn't sure what time of day it was but then again why should he? He was sober, the only thing that mattered was getting his hands around a bottle of ice-whiskey and maybe making his way to see a few friends before he took his long awaited trip...and by "long awaited" I mean Blaise came up with the idea to go to the Caribbean two nights ago at some party, not sure where the party was but he vaguely remembered talking to some bodiless guy with an the amazing ability to keep the same facial expression no matter what was said. He may have been orange too but Blaise put that down to the shots he had managed to keep down.
Slipping into the dimly light bar Blaise did a quick scan of the place not sure if anyone he knew would still be here drinking. It didn't look like it. Pushing the sleeves of his spider silk shirt up to his elbows Blaise made his way to the front of the bar, his dress pants rustling slightly being the only sound he made as he moved
"Ice-whiskey love, whenever your ready"
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Post by Morgana Knightley on Nov 11, 2008 15:33:09 GMT
*looks up at hearing the door, noticing the over-dressed man entering the pub*
*shakes her head with a snicker when he reaches the bar, recognising him*
Well if it isn't Mr. Zabini.
*smiles as produces the bottle of Ice-whiskey and pours out a glass*
Let me guess...You either just left a posh party or a funeral.
*slides the glass up to him*
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Post by janephoenix on Nov 30, 2008 21:24:52 GMT
*Plops down at the bar and smiles*
Ello...
*sighs and looks around*
Mmm..I'll have a whiskey please.
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Post by willow on Nov 30, 2008 21:40:34 GMT
Make that two whiskeys.
*walks up behind Jane and tugs on her hair*
Hello dear, care if i join you?
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Post by janephoenix on Dec 1, 2008 17:16:28 GMT
No please do..
*Pushes out a stool for her*
How has my Favourite auntie been?
*Smiles and finishes off the whiskey*
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Post by willow on Dec 2, 2008 5:44:24 GMT
Fine..
*Left it at that*
Staying out of trouble i hope?
*Was sure she could have just answered her own question, of course Jane hadn't stayed out of trouble, she never could.*
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Post by janephoenix on Dec 3, 2008 17:34:33 GMT
 Wha...yea of course, no trouble for me lately.. *Bits lip and looks around the pub*
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