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Post by Lachlan Finnigan Macnair on Mar 18, 2019 12:14:08 GMT
Lachy chuckled as a few girls tried flirting with him. He was used to it. He was a famous quidditch star now and he loved the attention it got him from the ladies. It was so easy to score it was like avada kedavraing fish in an easy place to avada kedavra fish. A glass maybe. Still it was nice, a little boring because Lachy actually kind of liked a challenge, or at least he thought he liked a challenge when in reality all it ever was was some misguided attempt at foreplay that inevitably ended with him getting slapped in the face before turning his interests to one of his many adoring fans. They were always so pleased and grateful to be with him that they'd do anything, like anything. But even Lachy wasn't stupid enough to do anything extreme or perverted. One, he probably couldn't think of anything too extreme, even if he wanted to and two, he was actually a rather considerate lover for the most part, making love, or smooshing uglies as he liked to call it, was something he was actually good at in life. He had stamina, flexibility, the ability to be clear headed and just follow the natural flow of bodies. That was in part thanks to his ability to just not think at all though, so quite probably not a commendable trait. Mostly.
Getting the girls a round of drinks and then making his way to the nearest exit, Lacy left the Ambrosia Lounge in Mystic Alley and made his way to The Leaky Cauldron, appearing out the back with a crack. It was a bit of a dive really, always an air of gloom, but somehow it was popular. He'd blend in well too because of the dimmer lighting and if he struck out at The Leaky Cauldron (when), he could always return back to his adoring, ever doting fans for a bit of fun. "Two fire whiskeys, ta." He said, placing his coin down on the bar and watching the bar maid get his order. He wasn't going to check out just what exactly was on offer tonight until he'd got a couple of shots in him. While there was a higher class of woman at the Ambrosia Lounge, they all seemed to be stuck up bitches or had some kind of confidence they really didn't deserve based on their appearance. Places like this only had a few cute chicks pass by every now and then but they were usually a damn sight hotter than his fans and he wanted to be with the hottest chick he could find, without looking like he was desperate or prowling for a woman. The last thing he wanted to do was look like a creeper.
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Post by Noelle Emma Fawley on Mar 24, 2019 10:04:25 GMT
 You scar and leave me like a sunburn Saturday nights were always busy when you were young. There were parties to go to, clubs to crawl out of with friends, and bars to harass until you got kicked out. She wasn't that rowdy, but once you got a few drinks in her, Noelle's usually loose lips became that bit more unpredictable. She was banned from a few places, but they were dull dives who didn't know fun when it climbed up on the bar and sucked beer straight from the tap. There was something about The Leaky Cauldron that always made her feel at home. Despite Nelle's highly glamorous job, which required her to be somewhat of an actual lady, and despite her girly love of all things jewellery and sparkles, she did love a good pub crawl, and beers with the lads. She blamed Freya for that. She'd watched her older sister be friends with boys, and slob out in jeans with a beer in some pretty dodgy looking places her whole life. It made sense that Nelle wouldn't be scared to try similar things. She liked it, though, Frey was on to something, and slumming it this Saturday night was just what the Healer ordered. She'd had dinner with her eldest sister in the pub earlier, and though Freya was pretty enormous with the most beautiful baby girl growing in her belly, Nelle had no reason to be a granny and go home after dinner. She'd seen her sister off - Gabe had come to escort her home - and headed back into the pub to carry on drinking. If she was particularly lucky, one or two friends might pass through and she could tag along with their group, maybe head into Whimsic Alley for more fun. For now though, she was pretty satisfied with her beer at the bar. She'd chatted to a few strangers, which was always fun. Tessa wasn't working tonight, so she'd made do with one of the other bar tenders, who weren't nearly as friendly or chatty, but they kept her glass full, and that was what mattered. She was feeling pretty tipsy by the time Lachlan Macnair rocked up to the bar and ordered two firewhiskeys from the bar maid. She'd turned him down a few times over the years. He was hot, but thick as a plank of wood, and Dora Parkinson had damaged his reputation pretty badly, as far as Nelle had heard. Still, like she'd said, he was hot. That body. The way his clothes clung to him. Even in a loose t-shirt, his shoulders were trying to break free. Damn. "One of those for me?" she asked, oozing tipsy confidence. _______________________ tag: Lachlan Finnigan Macnair words: 475 notes: <3 outfit: Is it a dress, or a shirt?[googlefont="Zeyada"][googlefont="Cinzel Decorative"] |
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Post by Lachlan Finnigan Macnair on Apr 2, 2019 5:56:17 GMT
The drinks arrived and were set down on the bar but before Lachy could even attempt to wrap his fingers around one of the shot glasses a familiar voice spoke. Lachy turned his gaze away from his drinks to quite possibly the most perfect woman that could ever exist. He was going to marry her someday because she was just that kind of classy chick that he liked, but she could throw down in a place like this too. Nelle wasn't what he'd called a friend in school and he'd not really spent much time with her at all over the years, but that didn't matter. She was hot, he was hot, they were a perfect pair. She'd refused his advances so many times but that wasn't a bother to him, he knew she was just playing hard to get. The future Mrs Macnair was only proving he was right by coming up to the bar and hitting on him. She was wealthy enough that she didn't need to beg for a guy to buy her a drink so she was here because she wanted a sweet piece of his body. "No." He said, a little confused, "I didn't know you were here." Why would he have bought a drink for someone that he hadn't known was at the pub? She was lucky she was hot because she wasn't all that smart.
Lachy took a quick glance around the pub, although he thought she was the most perfect looking woman on the planet, he didn't want to risk being wrong and maybe a hotter woman being in the bar tonight. As it went there was no one. "Did you come with friends?" He asked but not really caring what the answer was, taking one of the shots and knocking it back his throat, the burn was horrendous but he acted calm and cool like it was nothing. He had an image to maintain and if he couldn't handle fire whiskey then Nelle was going to think he was totally weak, like some kind of kitten, all small and pathetic, barely clinging to life or something. "Do you have a drink?" He asked looking to her hands then back up to that face of hers. It was a pretty face. "Here," He passed her his second shot and flagged down the barmaid, figuring he could get himself another couple of drinks. He already had a drink and a woman was already interested. He wondered how fast he could get her on to his lap. He rested against the edge of the bar, leaning on it, clearly checking Nelle out, "You know you're hot, yeah?" He asked, the barmaid waiting for his order.
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Post by Noelle Emma Fawley on Apr 25, 2019 15:04:20 GMT
You scar and leave me like a sunburn Nelle could never decide with Macnair whether it was complete honesty the likes of which hardly anyone else possessed, or just a total lack of wits. Lachlan had a reputation for not being the sharpest tool in the box, but in her current tipsy state, she had to wonder whether he was being judged wrongly. What if he was just as smart as the next person, but just really, really, annoyingly honest. For example, him telling her no when she asked if one of his drinks was for her. Sure, her flirting had gone right over his head, but it was the truth! It wasn't for her and he'd told her as much, there shouldn't have been anything wrong with that, but if she'd been sober she would probably have walked away from him without another word, deeming him weird, or too much like hard work. It really wasn't fair, and she would likely regret her train of thought once she sobered up, but honestly, the guy needed a break. Having fully convinced herself that she should be kind to him for a night, and that his muscles were indeed just that fabulous, she shook her head at his question. "No, I am all alone, I could use some company," she said with another flirty smile. Sober Noelle was going to have a fit in the morning. She took the drink he offered her, pursing her lips and trying not to laugh when he leaned against the bar and asked her if she knew that she was hot. Oh, yeah, she knew. She threw back the shot and slammed the empty glass down on the bar next to the barmaid who was waiting for Lachy to tell her what he wanted. Did he even remember that he'd flagged her down? He seemed too busy looking Nelle over thoroughly to notice, and she allowed him. She looked cute, he should admire it. "Oh, I know," she said, not shy about tooting her own horn. "Buy me another drink, yeah?" she said, mirroring his own choice of words as she stepped closer to him. He was hot, he was interested, and he wasn't Kai. There was absolutely no reason for her to reject him this time. _______________________ tag: Lachlan Finnigan Macnair words: 407 notes: <3 outfit: Is it a dress, or a shirt?[googlefont="Zeyada"][googlefont="Cinzel Decorative"] |
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Post by Lachlan Finnigan Macnair on Jul 31, 2019 11:25:07 GMT
She could use the company? Oh Merlin, she didn't know what she was in for. He was in. She would be giving herself to him before the night was out because she would find him irresistible. Of course he didn't want to get her too drunk. It wasn't that she wouldn't know what she was doing but rather he didn't want her being all sloppy and floppy. He liked a woman that could still be a woman and not just a lifeless fish. He wanted a partner that was going to be fun, able to get frisky while enjoying his body, because he was a gentleman, he wanted her to have at least half as good of a time as he was going to have. She was hot, he was hot, they both knew each other were hot so it only made sense to cut to the chase. "Can do." He said as the bartender came and took their order. Lachy just ordered her something he'd heard other girls order while he himself got a beer. He didn't much like for girls he was going to sleep with to be drinking the types of drink he drank. He was a man and he drank manly drinks. Women needed to stick to their own kinds of drinks and when they made out they would taste each others drinks and he'd much rather taste something fruity than the same old beer he'd been drinking. "So, uh, why are you out tonight?" He asked, leaning against the bar, checking her out. She was way fit. Nice and tidy. She didn't look like a mess. Lachy liked that very much. Of all the people in the bar, he was definitely the hottest and Nelle was definitely the second hottest.
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