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*The toilets are packed to the brim with women straightening out skirts and dresses and monitoring their arses in tight trousers. Lily is nearly distracted from her main mission of reapplying lipstick by an acquaintance she knew at Hogwarts. The conversation is short and shallow, complete with a false grin she has perfected over the past several months. Ramona Green, a leggy former Ravenclaw three years older than Lily, doesn't hesitate to pinch Lily's waist and marvel at the lack of baby weight.

Lily nearly laughs, nearly tells her, "You just can't see the stretch marks through this dress!" But just as she opens her mouth, Ramona pulls out a small, blue vial and holds it up to her nose. The sniff is dainty, followed by a small shudder and a smile.

"Care to?" Ramona twists the vial between her fingers.

Lily wants to say no. But she finds herself shrugging and muttering, "Just a try I guess."

Moments later, Lily leaves the toilets feeling more guilty than excited. It wasn't much, and she's not even sure she did it properly. But her nose still burns and her head feels a bit funny.

She shuffles through the crowd and spots James standing by the bar, holding her drink in his left while his own is gripped in his right.*

Have I really been away from a club for this long? Since when are drinks so bloody expensive?

Date: 2011-11-29 06:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] heightofcool.livejournal.com
Don't you worry about that. I'll get you everything you need to be good and sloshed by the end of the evening.

*James slides her drink towards her, and takes a rather large swig of his own.*

What kept you in the loo? I'm on my second ale already, I'd say you have a bit of catching up to do.

*With that, he drains the last of his beer. James has no plans to pace himself. He knows Lily will want to dance, a task he always finds easier a few drinks back.*

Date: 2011-11-30 04:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] heightofcool.livejournal.com
*James laughs and shakes his head.*

Could've guessed that one. Ramona Green, you said? Never would've guessed she'd wind up peddling coke in public toilets. She was a proper strict prefect, all the Ravenclaws hated her. Wonder what happened...

*James trails off, as he starts to suspect that guy sitting a few seats down from them is eyeing up Lily from behind. But he's distracted with the return of the bartender, bringing James the shots he's been waiting on. James pushes one of the glasses filled with the crystal green liquid toward Lily, unsure if she'll actually take it.*

Date: 2011-11-30 08:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] heightofcool.livejournal.com
*He's reminded of how much he loves Lily's laugh as he takes his own shot. He can't even recall the last time he heard it. He moves in a bit closer to her, and places a hand on the exposed area of her thigh.*

Terrible, isn't it? You might as well have just had two Firewhiskeys.

*He traces a few circles on her thigh with his thumb. He really wants to kiss her, but her bright lipstick is a little intimidating. As good as it looks, he wishes she wouldn't wear it, but separating Lily from her lipstick was about as likely as separating James from his broomstick.*

So, fancy another?

Date: 2011-12-30 07:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] heightofcool.livejournal.com
*James shudders and his legs turn to jelly. It's a bit unfair, he thinks, how she knows exactly what to do to get him worked up, but her turn ons are still largely a mystery to him. Of course, it's a bit easier when wearing a dress as short as hers. James' gray trousers don't provide quite the same advantage.

I haven't forgotten. That's why we came here, isn't it? Not yet though, I er, don't fancy this song much. Rubbish.

*James attempts to signal the bartender. He's stalling, as this song is much too fast for him. This song might require spinning or rhythm or the use of both a left and right foot, whereas all James really wants to do is press Lily's body up against him with some occasional swaying. He's found he's really quite good at that.

Date: 2012-01-01 05:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] heightofcool.livejournal.com
*James takes a second shot and barely manages to set it down before being tugged away from the bar. He stumbles a bit, and uses Lily to regain his balance. Maybe that second shot wasn't the greatest idea.
However, Lily's words put him at ease; at least her expectations weren't high.*

If it's shit dancing you like, it's shit dancing you shall receive. I distinctly remember one girl comparing me to a wriggling flobberworm-- that wasn't you, was it?

Date: 2012-01-08 06:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] heightofcool.livejournal.com
No, I guess it wasn't you. Back then, you wouldn't have said anything nearly that kind.

*He winks at her, and attempts to follow her instructions. She's a thousand times more graceful than he is, even in her tight dress and high heels. He seems to be managing all right though, but it could just be the shots starting to take effect.

He tries spinning her around few times, and it's not perfect, but she's smiling, and it's the most refreshing thing he's seen in months. He's feeling pretty impressed with himself until he feels a strong blow to his back, and falls forward.

He quickly picks himself up, and runs his hands through his hair a few times, hoping to seem unphased by the stumble. He looks around to see who knocked into him. The greasy haired man with tattoos up his arm looked a few years older than him seemed relatively unconcerned with James' fall.*

Fucking... tosser.

*He turns his back, and wraps his arms around Lily, pulling her close.*

So how-- where were we? I can't wait to get you home...

Date: 2012-01-11 06:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] heightofcool.livejournal.com
*The man, who has a drink in each hand, takes a sip from one before turning to face Lily. He looks her up and down, pauses, and says, "Excuse me?"

It's not that James doesn't want to tell the guy off either. He does. However, it's not quite as fun as getting all fresh with Lily. But she never lets these things go, or seem to grasp that men don't usually appreciate having women stand up for them. He takes her hand, trying to pull her back towards him.*

S'alright Lily. I’ll be fine. No need to call the hospital or anything.

Date: 2012-01-17 06:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] heightofcool.livejournal.com
*He's feeling a bit dizzy, and James' fingers are left grasping the air as he tries to keep Lily from pulling away. This could end one of two ways. The guy could give Lily a satisfactory apology and they'd forget the whole thing, or it could escalate into a shouting match leaving Lily too irritated to shag him later. James angrily kicks the floor.

The man isn't too happy about Lily poking his arm, and tries to push her off with his elbow. As he does, most of his drink sloshes over the brim, soaking Lily's chest. He looks at her, outraged. "Now look what you—" He's interrupted by a friend tapping him on the shoulder, and he turns away. When he turns back to Lily, he's collected himself. "Look," he says, speaking slowly. "Your boyfriend's going to be just fine. Stop being a bitch and get out of my fucking face, will you? Unless you want to replace my drink."*


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