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Post by Eiliyah Morgan on Jun 17, 2015 16:10:18 GMT -5
While she started in Diagon Alley not too far away there was a multi storied establishment every floor serving a different purpose. The top was an outdoor patio with a bartender who put on quite the show and just below a dance floor. Adjusting her dress at the front so that a dangerous amount of cleavage was on display she approached the bar and ordered her first few tequila shots. As expected a heavily intoxicated man offered to pay and she accepted without hesitation. One man turned to many and before long she was buzzed and giggling with a group of patrons whose only concern was how ‘exotic’ her accent was. Eiliyah was in too good of a mental state to feel any anxiety and while their compliments were disgusting she didn’t care she just wanted to have fun.
“I want to dance.”
She grabbed the hand of the best looking a handsome middle aged man with just a few stray greys, but despite his older age, there was a certain charm to him she couldn’t resist. ‘Too bad I won’t be going home with this one’ she never went home with the first one by the end of the night they got too clingy and expected a callback the next day. Leading him downstairs, she was ecstatic to hear soca filling the room. She got lost in the music dancing with the man who had no idea how to handle the dance floor, his awkward shuffling, out of tempo movement only bored her, and just as fast as she had got him she expertly lost him in the crowd and found a new dance partner. She exchanged hands often men to women it didn’t matter if they could dance they had her attention until she moved on to the next.
The same man from before grabbed her around the upper arm. Eiliyah rolled her eyes and attempted to lose him again, but he was persistent. Perhaps she should leave and go to one of the other establishments down the street. She made her way outside sensing the man follow and reached for her wand. Spinning around she pointed it at him aimed right at his throat.
“Not interested hoerenjong*.”
She was intoxicated, but she knew he was barely coherent. He stumbled back sticking his hand in his pocket clumsily she fired a spell wordlessly past his ear it was enough to send him in the opposite direction.
*Son of a ________
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Post by Trent Frey on Jun 17, 2015 17:02:24 GMT -5
Lyric didn't want to be in London at all, especially after sunset. It reminded him of places, things, and people he'd long ago put behind. Timeless moments that were a blur of self-hatred, of pleasure, of being part of something, of lights and music, the smell of sweat and leather. He shook it off. He had plenty of that with Keith. But it's different. Yeah, and what he had now wouldn't leave him dead in the gutter one night.
He popped a stick of gum in his mouth, for all the good he really thought it'd do. Why in hell he'd agreed to this was beyond him. Money. Yes, money. Just shoot some clubs on a busy night, make sure to catch plenty of hot people, keep track of which pictures were which club. That was no problem. He just snapped a picture of the sign outside or of a napkin or a bouncer before he got too into things.
He saw a flash up ahead and a man who took off running. They were directly in front of the first club he'd intended to go into, and it got his blood running.
No. He was here to take pictures, not to get into a fight.
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Post by Eiliyah Morgan on Jun 17, 2015 17:21:06 GMT -5
Eiliyah watched him run down the street, stumble down the street, turning around she spotted a young man there were two options move on to the next bar, but this one was easy on the eyes and she could never turn down the opportunity of meeting a pretty face. She slowly approached him pocketing her wand. "Seem's like there's no shortage of good looking men in London." not that it wasn't the case back home, but she had been so deprived of human contact that she was more aware of it. In fact, thinking about it even the cold ‘Trouble’ was good looking she wouldn’t have objected to jumping him… in a manner of speaking. Still, her attention was focused on this new guy maybe he was the one she’d go home with maybe not it was worth a try.
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Post by Trent Frey on Jun 17, 2015 17:35:59 GMT -5
Lyric's lip curled a bit, reflexively. "Thanks, but no thanks," he said. Not that she wasn't attractive, but it was easy to blow people off. "I'm on the clock." He gestured to the camera hung around his neck, then to the club. "Is it any good in there?" he asked. He really wasn't much for conversation.
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Post by Eiliyah Morgan on Jun 17, 2015 17:45:14 GMT -5
EIliyah pouted "What a shame, the thing's I'd do with you." it was a tease, but she did mean it. Glancing at the establishment she shrugged her shoulders and scrunched up her nose. "Party just left; you're better off taking pictures of just me." another tease, but her tone made it plainly obvious she was joking. She looked down the street looking for another place to go to. She could have sworn there was another club just across the street but there was no sign of it. "Since you're on the clock, maybe we can go hunting for some place better?" it was true though while the establishment was bustling with people, mostly middle aged witches and wizards, there was only 1 dance floor the other floors were mostly just various types of bars it was dull on the inside.
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Post by Trent Frey on Jun 17, 2015 17:51:58 GMT -5
Lyric glanced at the club the woman had just exited and gave it a moment's thought. It wasn't one he'd ever been interested in, and though he'd never admit it, the buddy system might just help him out. He gave the girl a long look. She was hot, and didn't look like your typical Brit. That would get him points. And he could tell she wasn't a junkie, just a horny drunk.
"There's one a couple streets down," he said. "It's got a younger crowd."
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Post by Eiliyah Morgan on Jun 17, 2015 18:08:37 GMT -5
She grinned brightly hands coming together in excitement. "Lead the way!" while she did typically have a thing for older men, a younger crowd always meant more fun and right now she could use a hell of a lot of it. As she was much closer now she studied his features he was in every sense of the word gorgeous, if his reservations for doing anything was because of work she didn't mind waiting that was if she didn't find anyone at this point she was open to anything and anyone if they were interesting. "Do you only do clubs? Or are you open to one on one?" she pointed to his camera.
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Post by Trent Frey on Jun 18, 2015 0:02:00 GMT -5
Lyric arched his brow at the girl. "I'm open," he said, "but my boyfriend's not." That ought to answer her question, as well as a couple extra. Yes, he found her attractive and yes, he did all sorts of photography, but he kept his camera between him and anything tempting. Not to mention, of course, that he was taken. He'd been around for a while, but only the drugs had let him. Without them—and he'd been without for years—he was only comfortable with one person. Straying wasn't even a possibility.
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Post by Eiliyah Morgan on Jun 18, 2015 0:59:01 GMT -5
If there was any want to sleep with him before it was gone now. Eiliyah was not a homewrecker and she wasn't going to start anytime soon. Still, it didn't mean she couldn't be friends with him and she tipped her head apologetically for her earlier comments. "Well we wouldn't want to upset the boyfriend would we." Eiliyah was trying to indirectly know that she would respect those parameters. Eiliyah reached into her other pocket taking out a small purple flask given to her by a friend on her 17th birthday day's before her family had to run. Unscrewing the flask she took a swing and offered it to him a slight wince from the burn down her throat. "If you're going to be around drunken idiots like me maybe a little sip will help?"
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Post by Trent Frey on Jun 18, 2015 1:36:11 GMT -5
Lyric gave a brief nod of thanks and accepted the flask. He gave a slight grimace at the taste, then handed it back. Apparently he'd gotten spoiled not having to drink cheap crap anymore. "I'll buy you something better at the club if you let me use any pictures I get of you tonight," he offered. A drink or two wouldn't hurt, as long as he kept track of things. He'd really like to get laid when he got home.
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Post by Eiliyah Morgan on Jun 18, 2015 3:10:55 GMT -5
Taking her flask back she took another swing and pocketed it her whole body felt like it was on fire, but in a good way. “You my friend have yourself a deal!” if she didn’t seem excited before it was plainly obvious now. Eiliyah would never offer to have her pictures taken, but it would all change when you introduced liquid courage and for her it just so happen to take on the form of spiced rum—her favorite.
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Post by Trent Frey on Jun 18, 2015 11:51:52 GMT -5
Lyric wondered if he could actually get her to sign a release. He wasn't too noble to accept paperwork from a drunk when it would protect him. To be fair, if she hunted him down later and demanded she not use her photos he'd probably stop, but he'd be safe on whatever he'd already used.
When they reached the doors of the club, Lyric snapped a few pictures, then skipped the queue entirely. "Management knows I'm coming," he told the bouncer, and handed over a crumpled, folded piece of paper. The bouncer read it over and stepped aside.
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Post by Eiliyah Morgan on Jun 18, 2015 12:08:37 GMT -5
Eiliyah kept close to the guy he completely abandoned the line and when she was about to protest his paper seemed to do the trick. People in the line were looking at them irritated; drunken girls in their ridiculously painful heels swaying in line drunk while the men made disgusting comments out loud unaware of how loud they were. Eiliyah turned to the bouncer stepping up just beside her new ‘friend’ “I’m with him.” Her dress was still very low at the front cleavage showing just for good measure some bouncers could be complete jerks.
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Post by Trent Frey on Jun 18, 2015 12:16:02 GMT -5
Lyric nodded at the look the bouncer gave him. He got a look, considering the girl looked nothing like an assistant and had obviously been drinking, but he just arched his brow back at the man. What was the guy going to do about it?
When they were inside, he took a few more pictures before spotting the bar. He gestured toward it, then crooked his head. He'd buy her that drink now, if she wanted.
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Post by Eiliyah Morgan on Jun 18, 2015 12:28:30 GMT -5
Eiliyah followed turning back to look at the line. She was glad she got to skip it with how long it was it better be good inside. Stepping inside she immediately knew why the line was so long; the blaring music the dancing, the bright colors. Why hadn’t she just come here first? It was probably because she was too drunk to find it earlier. She wanted to dance so badly, but she wanted a drink even more. The guy she had met indicated to the bar and her eyes lit up and she nodded already beginning to make her way to the bar.
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