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Post by Arianna Blackthorn on May 9, 2011 23:02:15 GMT -5
Even workaholics like Arianna Blackthorn had female friends who managed to con her into leaving her research behind for one night to spend it with the girls. Someone had conned the stoic bartender and owner of the three broomsticks to push aside some tables, allow a local band to play, and create a small dance floor. The space off to the side of the main room was rather crowded by women who were slightly tipsy.
Bolstered by a firewiskey and a fruity drink she didn't know the name of, Arianna had let down her red curls and was swaying to the music. She'd had just finished spinning with one of her old friends who was getting married. She'd known Nancy since they were school kids and when she'd run into her at the May fair well, they hit it off again and here she was dancing at her baccalaureate party determined not to think about him.
Then of course the door opened and the one person she was not thinking about walked in.
Arianna had just been caught up by Nancy who was spinning her around when the draft from the open door drew her attention. Arianna stopped when she noticed it was Curse. All she could do was stare, her chest heavily from exertion. What would he do? Dancing was not his thing. He probably was stopping by for a drink or something and was not expecting a group of women dancing in the corner with a not so bad but not a million dollar band playing.
He looked a bit worn and she found herself being given a not so gentle shove in his direction by Nancy. Arianna shout her friend a glare but she headed towards Curse anyways.
"Hi. You look like you need a drink. I'll buy."
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Post by Curse Kameren on May 9, 2011 23:59:51 GMT -5
He should have known this was a trap.
Curse had been having a quiet night at home for once. No demon-hunting, no potion-brewing, just him and Max. He cherished nights like that, where he had nothing to do. He lounged around the living room with his son, watching children's movies and just talking. Curse had gotten take-out, and Max was happy to have his father for the night. Now the boy was finally asleep, and Curse was going to get some much-needed work done.
He had been prepping for his classes for the next week, in his office when he'd gotten a letter. It had a Ravenclaw seal, a students' one. It had no notification of who it was from, just one command: Come to the Cauldron. There was no indication of why, but Curse couldn't help but feel curious. Either way, if it was a student he was honor-bound to make sure they were alright.
So he went, leaving Max in bed to head down to the Broomsticks. He ducked to get in the doorway, and stopped dead. Of course. How the hell did these women get student stationary? Who was that devious? Part of him wanted to turn around and duck right back outside, but he knew he couldn't do that. She saw him, and he knew she wouldn't forget it if he chickened out on her. Did she know what was going on? Why, for the love of Merlin, did they have to be dancing? He suppressed a groan as he stepped further inside. He smiled tiredly at Arianna in greeting, running a hand through his hair.
"Hi. You look like you need a drink. I'll buy."
He sighed. What the hell, one night out drinking couldn't be too bad. It was a weekend, so he didn't have class tomorrow. He had Max to entertain, but it wasn't like he was going to get sick drunk anyway. He shrugged, putting an arm over Ari's shoulder for a moment as they stepped up to the bar. He finally spoke, leaning on the bar as the initial shock of running into Arianna wore off. "Somehow I get the feeling this meeting was arranged," He smiled wryly, shooting the girls on the dance floor a cautionary look before he looked back at Arianna.
They ordered, but Curse pulled out his wallet quicker than Ari could, paying before she got the chance to protest. "How've you been?" He met her eyes, practically wincing at the strength of the firewhiskey. It had been a while since he'd drank, and it could only be someone like Arianna to convince him to do it again.
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Post by Arianna Blackthorn on May 10, 2011 0:12:32 GMT -5
He hadn't left his manhood on the dance floor and escaped the way he had come. Instead he sighed his defeat and walked with her to the bar. Then he surprised her by laying his warm arm around her shoulders. It was so easy to sink into his warmth. All she had to do was shift slightly and she was nestled into his arms. Before she could think her head was resting slightly on his chest and shoulder. It was a position she had taken often when they had been an item. Then she stepped forward, remembering where they were. Cursing herself, she blamed the weak moment, it had only been thirty seconds or so, on the liquor she had already consumed.
Curse leaned on the bar and she watched him glancing at her friends. Her eyes narrowed in suspicion when he mentioned this could be a set up. Why in the world would they do that? This was supposed to be just the girls. But they knew. They knew there was history between her and Curse, that there was something there.
"I'll kill them. I'll tan their bloody hides, turn them into runes. Sorry, They shouldn't have tricked you....wait how did they convince you to come here?" Wasn't he supposed to be this great detective back in the day? How did they get an ex-auror to a pub, without raising his suspicions.
"How've you been?
Arianna shrugged one bare shoulder as she took a gulp of her own whiskey. It burned but she liked it. The smooth liquid warmed her belly making her giddy. She felt free that night. Giddy, and not at all like her cautious self. She was tipsy and hoped he hadn't noticed.
"Busy. I think there is some ruins that mention demons...but tonight is not a night for work discussions. How about you? I saw Max a couple days ago at Amelia's he's bored."
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Post by Curse Kameren on May 10, 2011 1:17:05 GMT -5
"I'll kill them. I'll tan their bloody hides, turn them into runes. Sorry, They shouldn't have tricked you....wait how did they convince you to come here?"
He laughed, taking a rather large sip of his drink. If he was going to play along tonight, he might need a bit more firewhiskey. "Easy, tiger. We don't need any fights tonight," he smiled crookedly down at her, his brow furrowing slightly when he thought about it. "I got a letter in the mail today, but it was at Violet's house. It was sent through the muggle mail. Too curious to pass it up." He shrugged, taking another sip of his firewhiskey. He was starting to get used to the taste again. "How've you been?"
"Busy. I think there is some ruins that mention demons...but tonight is not a night for work discussions. How about you? I saw Max a couple days ago at Amelia's he's bored."
Curse chuckled. What he pulled most from Ari's speech was that she was a little tipsy. "I figured he would be. He started learning Quidditch just before he left for mother's day." He shrugged. He took another drink as he glanced over at the group of girls on the dance floor. They had all stopped dancing, now watching the ex-couple interact at the bar. He took another drink; he was far too sober to be in this situation. Especially if they wanted him to dance. God, Ari, please don't ask to dance.
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Post by Arianna Blackthorn on May 10, 2011 1:24:59 GMT -5
"I could just make them disappear. No one to the wiser." She said with an evil grin, then shrugged. She wouldn't be able to do it, not in her state. Practical magic was not her strong point. Arianna was good with letters not really spells. Steadily, she sipped at her drink. She was nearly halfway done by the time the conversation turned to Max. If her friends were trying to set her up she needed to be more than just slightly tipsy. Really, she should leave. It would be for the best. Nothing good could come of this night. Right? But then again she was an adult. She could take care of herself and she needed a night to let lose. She was safe here and he was perfectly sane at the moment. He wouldn't lose his grip in the next hour would he?
"I figured he would be. He started learning Quidditch just before he left for mother's day."
"Who's teaching him?" They both knew Curse was not very good at the sport. Merlin, even Ari could throw a quaffle better than he could.
"Are you going to tell Amelia about Max's talent? I doubt she'll be happy. Peter doesn't know about our world either. Although he did have his memory erased when we were kids."
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Post by Curse Kameren on May 10, 2011 2:17:43 GMT -5
Curse dropped an empty glass down on the bar, cocking his head at the bartender. "Might want to start me a tab, Paul," the bartender nodded, looking between the two before topping off another glass. Lord only knew how many more he needed; he was a big man, and it took a while for him to actually feel any drink. He didn't want Ari to try to match him, though; she had already been at it before him, apparently, and was already bordering on a little more than tipsy by his gauge. He had drank with Ari before, but this situation was strange even for them. And their relationship was based on nothing but strange.
"Are you going to tell Amelia about Max's talent? I doubt she'll be happy. Peter doesn't know about our world either. Although he did have his memory erased when we were kids."
"Well," He smiled crookedly as he worked halfway through his second firewhiskey, speaking loudly over the band's playing, "remember when we first ran into each other? How I had to run because of someone on my phone? That was Amelia. Max had accidentally cast an Incendio spell and she thought I'd done something to him to make him into a pyro or something. I had to go and explain what was happening to her." He laughed, reminiscing back to that day. It had been hilarious, really, trying to mend Amelia's scorched curtains while explaining magic to her. Needless to say, her ideas of Curse being a crazy bastard were only solidified after that day. "He's going to Hogwarts next year, so I suppose it was time she learned anyway."
He shrugged, taking another drink of his firewhiskey. "You're right, though. She wasn't happy, and neither was Peter. Ah, Peter. I'm surprised he hasn't tried to punch me in the face yet. Probably can't reach me. Isn't tall enough." He chuckled as he took another drink, words coming easier as the firewhiskey started to work its magic over him.
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Post by Arianna Blackthorn on May 11, 2011 23:23:56 GMT -5
"Well," He smiled crookedly as he worked halfway through his second firewhiskey, speaking loudly over the band's playing, "remember when we first ran into each other? How I had to run because of someone on my phone? That was Amelia. Max had accidentally cast an Incendio spell and she thought I'd done something to him to make him into a pyro or something. I had to go and explain what was happening to her."
Arianna did remember that day. She'd gotten a rather distasteful lesson on workplace gossip. It seemed that everyone knew who her ex-fiancee was, it was a little unnerving how much was known about his exploits.
"Why did Max use an incendio spell? Was he angry?" She asked concerned, uncontrollable magic was common at Max's age but it was usually triggered by a strong emotion. What had caused the boy to accidentally ignite something and what was it that her burned...Curtains. She'd remembered vaguely peter ranting about his step son and his penchant to destroy things.
So Amelia knew about the magical world. And so did Peter. A bit of guilt wiggled it's way to Ari's heart. She should probably tell Peter that she was a witch.
"You're right, though. She wasn't happy, and neither was Peter. Ah, Peter. I'm surprised he hasn't tried to punch me in the face yet. Probably can't reach me. Isn't tall enough."
"It's more of the fact that you can turn him into a toad than your superior height. After all, a shorter person can easily reach more sensitive places." Arianna quipped before taking a sip of her drink.
Her favorite song began to play and she looked longingly at the dance floor. Then she glanced back at Curse. Should she ask? Had she the right to ask? Were they both drunk enough to dare? Aria gathered her courage, swallowed the rest of her drink and took the plunge.
"Dance with me. Prove you're not a weakling." She teased, throwing down the gauntlet as she stood.
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Post by Curse Kameren on May 12, 2011 0:19:28 GMT -5
"It's more of the fact that you can turn him into a toad than your superior height. After all, a shorter person can easily reach more sensitive places."
Curse winced at the thought, finishing off his second drink. Merlin, he was practically chugging these things. He needed to catch up with Ari; what happened to the days where he would out-drink her? He shook his head at her quip, smiling crookedly at her as Paul poured him another drink. "No, men don't go there. In all my years as an auror I have never met a wizard that hit below the belt. That's a definite women thing," He took another drink from his firewhiskey, chuckling lightly as he shrugged with the glass still to his mouth. "Though it looked like he was about to at that bloody dinner party." He smirked; he looked back at that party comically now, the sheer ridiculousness of the situation hitting him. Arianna and Curse both tended to find themselves in strange situations, but with both of their bad luck combined, of course something like Amelia's dinner party would happen to them.
He put his glass down as he heard a familiar song star to play. Damn it. It was Arianna's favorite, he knew. He watched Arianna's eyes move longingly towards the dance floor, and he groaned inwardly. Any minute now she was going to ask him, and he wouldn't be able to say no. He couldn't say no, she always melted him in these situations. He hated dancing, he was terrible at it. But every time Arianna asked, he would say yes. He would complain about it, but he would do it. He quick gulped down his third firewhiskey, gladly feeling the burn of it on his throat. He was slightly drunk; impaired enough to not be embarrassed, but not drunk enough to lose his coordination. Like he had any to start with.
"Dance with me. Prove you're not a weakling."
He sighed. He looked around the bar. Paul was smirking at him from behind the bar. Ari's friends were still looking at him expectantly, now clearing the floor for them. Even the bloody band looked at them, obviously playing the song for this very reason. He bit his lip, swallowing his pride and taking her hand. "Fine. One dance. And you owe me for this." he smirked crookedly down at her, chuckling as she lead him towards the dance floor.
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Post by Arianna Blackthorn on May 12, 2011 0:39:22 GMT -5
Dancing was not a good idea, but Aria's brain had stopped working properly. The right thing was no longer reaching the functioning part of her brain. Her emotions were in control now and they were telling her to dance. She was more than a little tipsy and naive. Things between her and Curse were a mess and if she were sober she'd never have had the balls to ask him to dance. It was a mistake really. The second she saw him in the pub she should have waved hello and then returned to her friends. Not seek him out. She was acting as if she were in love with him again. And that was further from the truth. Totally. She knew they were wrong for each other. She'd only drive him insane again. She couldn't fix him. Besides he had a decade of life left, maybe a bit more. She wanted children, a life with a man. Her own family, he couldn't give that too her. Was entirely incapable of doing all that she required. Yet she kept talking to him, kept pushing at this sort of relationship with him. It was like picking at a scab that was half healed. She knew she should leave it alone, picking at wound would only make it bleed then scar. Yet she continued to do it despite her brain telling her it was foolish of her. She was a nitwit.
The second his hand was in her's Arianna smiled brightly. She'd won! Really, it had been too easy, this time. She'd barely cajoled him and he'd caved. He was getting soft in his old age. max had cracked him.
"Fine. One dance. And you owe me for this."
"Admit it. You like dancing with me." She grinned stepping close to him as she breathed the words before skipping away backwards, spinning just out of reach. Arianna was not a great dancer but she liked moving. Rhythm wasn't something she possessed in great quantities but it really didn't matter. Dancing wasn't about how well you moved but about expressing feelings with movement. She captured his hands, moving closer and then away, trying to pull him along with her. Really, she preferred dances of generations passed. They were much more romantic than the fast paced bump and grind of the modern era. The waltz was her favorite. It was such a pretty dance that ensnared the senses. The twist and turns brought the partners close and then far, always teasing. Heightening the moment, building the anticipation that a fast dance, no matter how enjoyable could not do.
"Sometimes I wish I was born in a different era, don't you?" She asked as she leaned closer her hands still entwined with his. She was more than tipsy now.
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Post by Curse Kameren on May 12, 2011 1:29:59 GMT -5
God, why did he agree to do this? He was enjoying himself, sure, but that wasn't a good thing. He needed to stop loving her, dancing with her wasn't helping anything. He was still terribly, hopelessly in love with her, which meant he needed to stay away from her. Dancing with her had been a terrible idea, but in his current state, he was her puppet. He was helpless to her even sober, but with a few firewhiskeys in him, he was putty in her hands. He feebly followed along with her to the beat, bumping back and forth with each other. He was glad it was a fast song; he didn't want to have to perform romantically. This night could very easily turn into something they'd regret, but he wasn't sure if either of them had the will power to keep away from each other. He knew he didn't. "Sometimes I wish I was born in a different era, don't you?" The professor shrugged, his feet getting even more off beat as he thought about it. "Living in the Wizarding World feels like living in a different era, sometimes. Its timeless," He glanced around them before meeting her eyes again, smiling lightly. They had had this sort of discussion before, about how Arianna preferred the dancing of their ancestors than what they did now. He smiled feeling uncomfortable but still happy as he got closer to Arianna one again. God, she was beautiful. As if on cue, the band switched from the fast-paced song, to a slow, modernized waltz. He shot the band an irritated look. Was everyone rooting for them to make the terrible mistake of getting involved romantically again? They weren't fit for each other; He couldn't provide for her in the ways she needed, and he needed a woman he could depend on, one who he knew would stay around if something happened to him. He couldn't count on Arianna, and he couldn't provide her with the family she wanted. He loved her, but it wouldn't work. It couldn't. Apparently, no one in the bar understood this. Including Curse's fire-whiskey-ed mind. He sighed, holding out a hand to Arianna and pulling her close. He placed a hand on her hip, holding the other in his against his chest. "You wanted a waltz, I'm guessing," He smiled, their intoxicated eyes meeting each other. They swayed to the beat of the acoustic music, as swaying was really the best he could do. He laughed lightly as an old memory between them hit him. "Do you remember," He smiled, laughing at the thought of the memory, "God, it was years ago, right after we got engaged. Violet got us dancing lessons as an engagement present," He laughed, his warm breath hitting the top of her head with their close proximity. "It was terrible. I think we went to, like, one lesson." He chuckled again, swaying happily with the love of his life. He was happy, but guilty for being happy. His drunken mind ignored the confusion, just sufficing to say this was a good thing. "I'm sorry I'm a terrible dancer." He smiled, his hand squeezing hers lightly. ooc: the song |
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Post by Arianna Blackthorn on May 14, 2011 20:48:34 GMT -5
The spell had been cast and they were both besotted fools. But at the moment Arianna was beyond caring. She, for once, had let down her proverbial hair and was living in the moment. The alcohol was just a catalyst, a convenient excuse to allow a indulgent release of the building tension between them. If she was smart she'd leave now and forget she'd ever seen him again. Or at least there. But she wasn't smart and she continued to dance as she became even more giddy.
"Living in the Wizarding World feels like living in a different era, sometimes. Its timeless,"
Arianna shrugged, he had a point. For the most part, music was still played on record players from decades ago and dances were still rather formal at things like balls. But things were changing.
"A bit, but even that part is changing. Muggle items are being spelled to work with magic. Cars fly, toasters work. There's more of a co-mingling than ever before. Magic is becoming updated. That timelessness is disappearing." She said passionately as she slowed down her movements. This was an Aria that rarely anyone ever saw. The loose girl her who talked about her inner thoughts. Gone, was buttoned up scholar moved only by dusty tombs and Curse Kameren. She was free that night.
The music changed and her heart flipped. It was as if the band had read her mind. The night was magical. She rolled her eyes when he sighed but her lips were smiling. So, like a man to complain about romance. She took his hand, allowing him to pull her closer. Slowly, they swayed on the dance floor. Eventually, her head rested on his shoulder as they moved, his voice in her ear.
"Do you remember," He smiled, laughing at the thought of the memory, "God, it was years ago, right after we got engaged. Violet got us dancing lessons as an engagement present," He laughed, his warm breath hitting the top of her head with their close proximity. "It was terrible. I think we went to, like, one lesson."
She pulled back a bit, to see his face, laughing with him. Oh, it had been a terrible disaster. They both had no rhythm and only left feet between them. But it had been wonderful all the same. A beautiful disaster.
"I never had so much fun being so terrible before."
"I'm sorry I'm a terrible dancer."
The pressure on her hand was felt on her heart and she smiled into his eyes. "I'm not. We can't all be good at something." She said with a small giggle. The world spun a bit as her second, or maybe third firewiskey hit her system. She was more than a little unsteady and she had to clutch one arm on Curse's shoulder for support.
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Post by Curse Kameren on May 14, 2011 23:20:51 GMT -5
"I suppose you're right about the timelessness, but can't the updating of the Wizarding World be a good thing as well? It will bridge the gap between wizard and muggle, possibly creating more understanding for half-bloods like ourselves," He replied. Arianna had taken down her reservations, he noticed; this was the Arianna he had fallen in love with. She was happy and interested, beautiful and intelligent. They often had intellectual conversations like this, when they were together. He smiled at her, taking her hand as the music started to change. "But if you're aching for the old days, I'll be happy to waltz with you any time you like."
As if on cue, the music changed. He held her close, a comfort washing over him as she placed her head on his shoulder. This was happiness. He swayed slowly with her to the music, just enjoying the moment between them. He chuckled slightly, his chest rising with the laugh as a memory between the two came to him. "God, it was years ago, right after we got engaged. Violet got us dancing lessons as an engagement present," He laughed, his warm breath hitting the top of her head with their close proximity. "It was terrible. I think we went to, like, one lesson."
"I never had so much fun being so terrible before."
"I'm sorry I'm a terrible dancer."
He smiled, resting his head on top of hers for a moment. It was wonderful, feeling her again. She was so beautiful, in every way. "I'm not. We can't all be good at something."
A scoff came from the professor as he looked down at her, getting a little sillier as the firewhiskey ran through him. It always took him a bit longer to be hit by the alcohol. "Speak for yourself. I'm bloody perfect." He teased her, smiling down at her as their song ended. Their swaying continued a bit longer, their dance slowly coming to a stop.
His teasing quieted with the rest of the bar, but he didn't notice them any longer. He met her eyes, got lost in them as he held her hand in his. She was so beautiful, and there was nothing like talking to her. He loved her, and holding her here made him want to kiss her. And in his current state, what he wanted to do and what he did were dangerously close to each other.
Without thinking, the professor leaned down and kissed her lightly on the lips, pulling away gently after but keeping her hand in his. God, he hoped he hadn't ruined their time together now.
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Post by Arianna Blackthorn on May 15, 2011 12:31:32 GMT -5
Let the debate begin! Arianna had missed this easy banter, these random discussions about the oddest of things with Curse. Skimming his brain had always been one of her favorite past times. He was like a vault where something from every decade and branch of knowledge had been stashed inside. This was how they had originally became more than friends. She was too far gone to notice. Conveniently, her conscience had been wrestled in a corner by the alcohol and locked in a box, along with all of her worries about their being together. For this one night, she'd be her old self. Tomorrow, she'll deal with the consequences and go back to being work obsessed Arianna who was not in love with an insane man.
Delusions, had never tasted so good.
"I suppose you're right about the timelessness, but can't the updating of the Wizarding World be a good thing as well? It will bridge the gap between wizard and muggle, possibly creating more understanding for half-bloods like ourselves,"
A fog drifted over her brain and it was hard to think clearly. Well, she could think but it had nothing to do about the ethics of the changing wizarding world. Nope, her mind was thinking about the melody of his voice and how it rumbled across her skin. Thoughts of them danced in her mind, in time with their own lazy swaying.
She smiled, her eyes half closed when he said he'd dance with her every time she wanted to waltz. Her old self would have jumped on his promise, making him commit to the comment. The new Ari only smiled and continued to dance. She doubted that this would ever happen again. It couldn't happen.
"Speak for yourself. I'm bloody perfect."
A laugh burst forth at that comment. bloody was the right word, perfect not so much. A witty comment died on her lips when her eyes met his. His smile robbed her of her breath and his gaze stole her words. All she could do was watch him, her eyes traveling the maze in his.
Then he kissed her and she was too far gone to care about anything but the feel of him. Loneliness and alcohol won over. She stared at him her face serious, after he pulled back. Then she kissed him back. It wasn't a very gentle kiss. But the world was spinning, she had drunk far too much and it felt so right to be kissing him.
She pulled back breathless, breathing hard, her head spinning. She knew she should say something. they were still holding hands but she wasn't looking at him. If she did...she wasn't sure what she would do. A part of her wanted to run away, but her legs wouldn't move and she wasn't entirely steady on her feet. She had no clue where her wand was and doubted she'd be able to use it effectively and the thought of being on the Knight Bus made her queasy.
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Post by Curse Kameren on May 15, 2011 13:39:33 GMT -5
Curse could not have been more surprised when Arianna kissed him. Honestly, he expected her to hit him rather than actually return his affection. Even drunk, he figured Arianna still hated him. He could understand her not liking him. This, however, was way over his head.
It didn't matter, though. Nothing mattered, because he loved her and she was kissing him and even though they might regret it in the morning, it was a good thing now. His senses were filled with her, overwhelming him with how much he loved her. For a moment, their problems were gone. He wished things could be this way forever, but as always when a wish like that was made, she pulled back.
Curse just looked at her, no words coming to him. What was he supposed to say after that? He was still a bit in shock, still holding her hand though she wouldn't look at him. "Ari..." He started speaking, but still didn't know where to go with it. Arianna was still in shock, but more than that she looked sick. His brow furrowed, putting his hand on her shoulder to support her. "I think you should sit down," he replied, his emerald eyes steady on her. He wasn't doing so well himself, his steps rather awkward as he lead her to the side of the dance floor, pulling out a chair for her to sit in.
He sat opposite her, just watching her with concern. She was worse off than he was, and Curse started to worry about whether she was going to be sick. He glanced over, looking for her friends to help, but they had apparently disappeared. They wanted to give her privacy with him, but now she needed them and they were gone. He would have to take care of her, then.
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Post by Arianna Blackthorn on May 15, 2011 15:35:08 GMT -5
The more rational part of her brain was warning her that Curse was not the man for her. The cry was feeble but it was there. There was also that nagging little voice telling her that while she might want to kiss him senseless he might not be ready for this. What a mess. Still, she was far from sober and she just stood there waiting for something to happen.
Her name on his lips made her shiver. It was a silly reaction and if she hadn't had so much to drink she'd be mortified but really, she had no control over herself at the moment. It was all she could do not to puke on his shoes. What a lovely ending to one of the best kisses of the year.
"I think you should sit down,"
With the world spinning like a muggle tilt-a-whirl, she gave the tinniest nods, anything more and she would topple over. He half dragged her across the room and she gratefully fell into a chair.
"I...I had a bit too much to drink..." She admitted with a small self deprecating laugh. Way to go, Captain Obvious. Of course anyone watching them could see that both of them were barely functioning. She leaned back with her eyes closed, her fingers still entangled with his. Sitting down helped a bit but not enough. Sleep. She needed to lie down. Flatness would make the world stop.
"need to lie down..." She mumbled eyes still closed. She should have paced her drinking more. Decision made, she pushed back her chair to get up but she had to pause. Swaying on her feet she tried to gather her equilibrium enough to walk out the door.
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