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Post by Clementine Gabrielle Burke on Feb 10, 2018 12:09:01 GMT
"Blackbird singing in the dead of niiight"
A jet of red light flew through the air, hitting the radio that was set behind the bar. The wand that had shot the red beam of light that had decimated the radio belonged to one cloaked figure, hidden face to keep her animosity from the disgusting patrons of the bar she was currently in. That song was on far too often and it got under Clementine's skin. She'd never much minded muggle music but the repetitiveness of that song in the nights was done. Clem was done with it. Twisting her neck from side to side, letting it click a little as she worked out some tension, she stood up from her chair, the feet dragging on the floor, making a loud scraping noise that would have drawn the attention of the fellow patrons to the little Hogsmeade shithole if there attention wasn't already on her for what had happened to the radio. She was done. She'd only just got there and sat down but she was done already. She wasn't tolerating that song any longer. Still she walked up to the bar, pulling some coins out of her coin purse and laying them on the top of the bar by way of payment for a new radio. After that she left, just walked out of the pub as if nothing had happened. That radio was beyond reparo.
Clem walked a few steps away from the Hogs Head and disapparated from the large wizarding village. She liked a drink after work. She drank nearly every night after work and she liked the Hog's Head because it was full of people that never asked questions. She could go there with the hood of her cloak raised and no one would bat an eye. Anywhere else and she'd undoubtedly be recognised by someone, usually a friend of a friend that couldn't help but say hello, or someone with a solution for the Minister in some way, asking for an appointment or whatever else those people liked to drone on about. Usually Clem could listen to them all but between work, planning a wedding and not having had a good shag in over ten months, she was a little on edge from time to time and there was very little to calm her nerves. Alcohol helped. Just a little. She didn't consider herself an alcoholic but it was nice to relax somewhere, away from home, where she could have a quiet drink, uninterrupted.
Looking at her watch Clem just wasn't ready to go home. She'd apparated to a place in London and the nightlife was going crazy. She wasn't the sort to usually go out without her girlfriends or even her sister, but tonight she was willing to make an exception. She wanted a little fun, she deserved a little fun and if dancing would give her that for the night then good, if not then she'd just have to find some other way to help settle her. It was a Friday night so there'd be plenty of people about which meant she wouldn't have to hide as such, she could just blend into the crowds and avoid any sort of detection, only she wasn't dressed for a night out, she was dressed for work and in this attire she'd stand out like a sore thumb. It was with sigh she apparated hime, got herself ready for a night out and left again, making her way to one of the hottest nightclubs in the wizarding world. The line wasn't too long for getting in because really the night club scene was only getting started, but the bar of the place was certainly busy as people drank to get a buzz going, to build up courage, to drown sorrows of the Valentine's day just passed or, like her, to unwind.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 28, 2018 15:38:00 GMT
Merlin, Lizzie was depressed. Valentine's day had come and gone around yet again, and what did she have to show for it? Nothing. Not a single thing. Not a card, not even half a box of chocolates, and it was at times like this that she really had to ask herself; was it worth it? She quite enjoyed her life, as a rule. She had a job that she loved, a cosy home, plenty of friends, more money than she could spend in twenty lifetimes... But all the same, there were times when she really wondered whether it was all worth it. Having everything that one could ever ask for was all very well, but it didn't half get boring after a while. Nothing to work for, nothing to aspire to- she was already there. Sometimes, she felt that the only thing which really made it worth waking up in the morning was her music. After all, there, even all the money in the world would not buy success; it would not buy talent; it would not buy perfection. But practise paid off, and Lizzie had very little else to do with her time. Sometimes, she was so bored that she actually cooked! It was that bad.
She did not make a habit of drinking, as a rule. A little now and then, yes, and of course it was only polite to drink at parties and social gatherings and so forth, but she was not the kind of girl to sit and drink whole bottles of wine by herself in her living room. It was just that sometimes, she had to remind herself of this fact, and, tonight especially, it was coming hard. The knowledge that, small as her cottage was, it was equipped with a pretty good wine cellar, was not a great deal of help in these circumstances. Lizzie stayed strong, though- at least after a fashion. She did not break with her moral principles. Instead, she decided to go out. The fact that mixing cocktails was not a skill which she counted among her considerable repertoire was completely irrelevant... of course.
At first, the woman considered making a visit to one of the innumerable wizarding restaurants which were prevalent across the country, but she dismissed this on realising the time. Though she was feeling a little delicate and definitely wasn't really in the right frame of mind, she had very little option by all appearances. She was going clubbing.
On surveying her wardrobe, the first results were not encouraging. Liza did not make a habit of visiting nightclubs- she did, after all, have a position to maintain in society- and as such, it would appear that she was lacking in some of the necessities. A little quick Transfiguration soon did the trick, however, and she was left with something that didn't look unreasonable at all. Shoes posed less of a problem since Lizzie had collected a vast variety of them during her relatively few years on the planet, and as for jewellery, she had boxes of the stuff, most of which she never wore. Finding what she wanted was something more of a problem, but a few moments of digging produced some suitable things, and finally, the girl was dressed up, made up and ready to go.
Throwing a black cloak over her shoulders, the girl quickly checked that she had everything that she was likely to need before turning on the spot and vanishing with a crack. She had simply picked a magical nightclub at random; while she didn't want to be rubbing shoulders with Muggles, neither did she particularly care where she went.
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Post by Clementine Gabrielle Burke on Mar 17, 2018 13:10:58 GMT
The bar was hopping, everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves and having the time of their lives. The atmosphere of Charmed always had a way of keeping everyone upbeat and friendly enough, perhaps bordering on a little too friendly at times. Of course the place wasn't perfect by any means, no place was. There were fights that broke out, men on men, women on women and sometimes women on men or women on men but it all seemed to be swept under the rug rather professionally. There were quite a few trendy places in Whimsic Alley but Charmed was by far the best and usually attracted all the right sorts. It was definitely a favourite of Clem's and after a couple of drinks she'd be up on the dance floor, shaking her arse a little and getting in to the rhythm of the music. It didn't matter that she was here alone, she'd blend in as part of the crowd easy enough, just another body amongst the masses with absolutely nothing special about her, just what she was after from her late night out.
People started filling in to the nightclub and Clem got her order in quickly. A couple of drinks and over to a free table before they all filled up, of course once they were all full tables would become empty once more. People would get up to dance, freeing up the tables so others could sit, drink and then leave to dance once more. It was a good cycle, everything in the nightclub flowed well and life here was just simple. There was nothing to worry about apart from having a good time and the nightclub certainly knew how to have one hell of a good time, encouraging its patrons to enjoy the night as much as they could and Clem intended to do just that, just as soon as she was finished with the drinks she was now sat down, drinking, completely oblivious to anyone possibly recognising her right now.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 23, 2018 22:22:24 GMT
 She didn't spend nearly enough time in clubs these days, Liz reflected to herself as she took a sip of whatever her drink was- she really couldn't recall. Whatever it was, it was ridiculously overpriced, which didn't worry the blonde since she could probably afford to drink ten a day for the rest of her life without having the slightest strain put on her financial resources, but it irritated her. Still, she put it down to a surcharge for the atmosphere, and on that front she really had no reason to complain. Looking around, Liz could see at least fifteen people who she recognised, ten of whom she knew quite well and one of whom was most definitely married to someone who was not the woman by his side. The blonde smiled to herself. Ah, well. It was all part of life's rich tapestry, and besides, she never had liked Lady... whatever her name was... in the first place. She was a stuck up snob, so unlike her husband, who was actually a rather charming man when one got to know him. Liz could quite well understand why he might not be overly keen on spending more time with his wife than he had to.
Draining her glass, the blonde carefully climbed off her stool and, perfectly poised despite her heels, picked her way through the throng at the bar. One or two smiles and a little batting of the eyelashes got her a clear path to the front of the rabble which went by the grandiose name of queue and, with her glass full once more, Liz turned to go back to her seat, spotting another acquaintance whom she had somehow managed to miss the first time around, although Merlin only knew why... Or how.
"Clementine!" the eldest Greengrass daughter enthused, smile firmly glued in place as she approached the other woman. "Fancy meeting you! Well, what a coincidence, I haven't seen you in ages!" |
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