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Post by dania kellis on Feb 3, 2009 19:22:50 GMT -5
  these crimes between us go so deeper ;[/color][/font][/center] [/i] to get the hell out of there. She felt reminiscent about her days at Hogwarts, where the students were literally sitting on the edge of their seats waiting to be released, and that's exactly how she felt now. Five-thirty finally came and Dania was out of there. She grabbed her coat and bag and was out the door. Once she was out she took her time walking to her car, she was in no rush to go anywhere now that the work day was over. Now it was time for fun. She slid into her sleek, black Mercedes and smiled as the engine roared to life. She almost never apparated, because driving a great car was somewhat like great sex to her; just as exciting and pleasurable, and but so worth the money. Dania flew down the highway with her music blaring. She was headed towards Diagon Alley, more specifically, The Leaky Cauldron. It was always worth it to park her incredibly expensive car in the parking garage, even though it meant a small walk. She didn't mind, it was entertaining to watch the business men gawk as she strode by, smirking. She was tall and lean, her legs stretching on for miles with stilettos on the ends. Her beautiful dark, wavy hair rolled down to the middle of her back, and her eyes were a soft gray behind think lashes. She wore a tight, high-waisted, black pencil skirt that reached mid-thigh, and a gray/lavender button-down blouse, undone to just below her full chest. She turned heads, and she knew it. She walked into the crowded pub. It was dim and smoky, but with a glow about that Dania never got sick of. She smiled and looked around at all the people. Most of the tables were filled with old friends, drinking buddies, old has-been females, and brand new business men who didn't look old enough to fill their suits. She spotted a couple of empty stools at the bar and then the bartender, pouring a beer. Dania immediately recognized her as Cynthina... Cynthia-something. They had seen each other at multiple dinner parties the older generation threw. They had been introduced and chatted once or twice, but that was all. She was a stunning creature; a petite body, delicate features, long raven hair. She looked so sweet and innocent, but Dania knew enough about her kind to know Cynthia was most likely the exact opposite. Dania's interest had been sparked the first time they met, but it was reignited when she saw Cynthia at the bar. Dania turned prowl-mode:on and took one of the empty stools. When Cynthia made her way over Dania smiled brightly. "Hi," she started cheerfully, "Cynthia, right?"[/ul][/size] |
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Post by cynthia montague on Feb 4, 2009 2:01:10 GMT -5
well, don't you feel good? [/font]
you got what you paid for.[/right] Cynthia wasn't in her best mood. This was supposed to be her day off, she was going to stroll around in London, get some shopping done and just enjoy herself. But nooo, as she walked past the pub where she worked, she was greeted with an 'Oh thank God you're here, Cynthia! My daughter fell ill and my husband can't make it from the office! I need to switch shifts with you', and what could she do? Well she could have told her the truth, that she really didn't give a damn about her daughter, and that she didn't see why she needed help throwing up. But her co-worker had left before she got the chance to understand that her day was ruined. She'd be back for the night shift, but what shops held open then?
The only reason to why she didn't just walk away from the pub pretending that that never happened, claiming that she didn't know when her boss confronted her was just that, her boss. She knew that the chances of getting in trouble was big, she wouldn't get fired, but she still wanted her employer to trust her. So yeah, it was just to get behind the bar and start serving. Hours passed, she getting more bitter for every minute of her missed shopping day.
It was half past five, the stupid old hag should be there now. The night shift didn't start already, but someone could at least be kind and respectful, her husband should be on his way home from the office anyway. About fifteen minutes later, Cynthia could notice the buzz being the slightest bit muted, as one of those undeniably attractive women entered the pub. The new costumer sat down, and the noise reached its normal ear-deafening volume again. Cynthia went to serve the woman, and when she got closer, she noticed that she knew her. Well, knew and knew, they'd been introduced.
"Yeah" She smiled, not that she was in the mood for smiling, but it was something about the woman in front of the bar, she seemed to make people smile, "what can I get you, Dania?" Cynthia asked politely. In her own opinion, she didn't have to work any more, but it wasn't that much of an effort, serving Dania a drink. [/size] |
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Post by dania kellis on Feb 4, 2009 13:50:10 GMT -5
these crimes between us go so deeper ; [/color][/font][/center] [/b] Oh yes, she was going to liquor this girl up and take her home. She could use some casual sex after the rough day of work she had, and Cynthia looked like she could use some, too. Dania was pretty sure Cynthia had never been with a woman, but it wouldn't matter, especially since she'll be relaxed after a few drinks. "How have you been, love?"[/ul][/size] |
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Post by cynthia montague on Feb 4, 2009 14:19:36 GMT -5
"Uh..." She hesitated for a moment. It wasn't really her duty to work now, and yeah, she could use a shot. What harm could it do anyway? "Well sure" Cynthia smirked. She poured up their alcohol and put the glasses on the bar. She removed her apron and hung it on a hook on the wall. "I've been good, just a bad day" she shrugged as she pulled off a hair elastic, releasing her hair. Cynthia heaved herself up onto the bar and started tracing her fingers around the edge of her glass. "How about you?"
She'd noticed the looks Dania gave her, and they flattered her. She was easily flattered, and it didn't really matter if it was a boy or girl giving her attention, she was just as satisfied with both. During those drunk Saturday night parties, it wasn't all that rarely she ended up with her lips on some girls, but it was never serious, just some confused entertainment, some kisses, most of it forgotten the next day. Anyway, she wasn't going to tell Dania off for the drink and attention, it was innocent flirting, eh? |
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Post by dania kellis on Feb 4, 2009 14:48:46 GMT -5
these crimes between us go so deeper ; [/color][/font][/center] [/i], Dania thought, that means she is wild. Then Cynthia took off her apron and slid on top of the bar, and Dania smiled mischievously up at Cynthia and held up her shot glass for a toast. "To..." Dania began, "To hard-fucking-working women and shitty jobs!" Their glasses clanged together and they downed their shots. Dania's face twisted up from the burn of the alcohol but she could instantly feel her muscles loosen. She was already ready for another shot, but she didn't want to scare Cynthia away, so she would let the first shot settle. "I've been okay. Same shit, different day, right?" This wasn't exactly true, but for appearance-sake that's what she claimed; that everyday she went to her boring desk job, went for a drink, and went home alone at night. The only thing true about that was the desk job, but her day didn't start until the night. The world of organized crime was the farthest thing from boring. She went to her real work everyday not knowing at all what to expect, it was exciting, and kept Dania's blood pumping. "So, how 'bout another round of shots?"[/ul][/size] |
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Post by cynthia montague on Feb 4, 2009 15:04:34 GMT -5
"Right" Cynthia confirmed. Her work was getting monotonous, it was a lot of partying, and it was fun, but it surely didn't thrill her in the same way any more, "Too predictable".
Her tolerance for alcohol wasn't that big, she'd get dizzy after a couple of drinks, drunk after one more and completely wasted by the next. She nodded, another round. She filled their glasses again and left the bottle by her thigh on the bar.
"At least it's better than being a housewife" She shrugged, that at least was a certainty to her, it was bad enough having to be at work at certain hours, she couldn't handle having someone waiting for her at home. It was good, she was relatively free, compared to a lot of other people, but still, she was getting too used to it. |
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Post by dania kellis on Feb 10, 2009 17:23:43 GMT -5
these crimes between us go so deeper ; [/color][/font][/center] [/i] tonight, even if it isn't with Cynthia. "So, did you just start your shift, or are you about to get off?" Dania asked, noticing that she was hogging all of the bartender's attention and no other employee seemed to mind.[/ul][/size] |
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Post by cynthia montague on Feb 12, 2009 8:38:07 GMT -5
Cynthia could feel the faintest shiver through her body when Dania brushed over her bare legs. She eyed her quickly, but carefully. She knew it was the alcohol getting to her, but she was intrigued and she didn't mind. She pressed the glass to her lips for the third time and watched Dania becoming more appealing.
She'd heard that line many times, and mostly her reply was 'Could I get you something now again?', but this time she lazily took her eyes from Dania and gazed out over the pub. "I'm off" She stated with a smirk. She wasn't even supposed to be there in the first place. And it wasn't like a riot was forming at the cauldron either. |
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