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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Mar 18, 2018 12:46:50 GMT
 Dorcas settled herself against the bar, quirking her brow at Tersha, getting relaxed far too easily. "Threesome but miss uppity doesn't seem interested in the slightest." She said, rolling her eyes. What kind of a psychopath was that woman? Who the hell could pass up on such a fine and perfect human being? Honestly the woman had no sodding clue what she was missing out on. She'd even felt Dorcas' arse! How was she not begging for it?! Clearly she had no standards. She was dating or whatever, someone a bit beneath her but it wasn't as if he was so far beneath that it was strange but it was noticeable that she could definitely do better if she wanted, and maybe by the end of the night she would want to do better because Dorcas was fairly certain that in about eight minutes, that bloke would "need the toilet" which would earn him a scowl and possible telling off, of which he'd naturally get defensive and make his lovely little whatever seem like a raging maniac when in reality she was probably spot in. Dorcas didn't much care, whatever happened between that couple was their business, she was just after a little fun. "I told him to meet me in the toilets in five. He should be there in under ten." She smirked, "Remind me, unless he's something I'll regret in the morning then keep me distracted." Of course Tersha knew the drill, she didn't need reminding.
Floaty cocktails would be bloody marvellous, of course Dorcas was starting to doubt they were real if they were taking a while to make, Tersha had been at the bar long enough for Dorcas to have her arse felt up, potentially broken up a couple and told her all about it, whatever this bartender was up to was probably not the sort of drink that Tersha wanted, however to make them thing they were floating maybe it would be bat-crap crazy strong and make them feel all lightheaded and floaty. It was probably as close as they'd get to floating tonight, unless they got on a couple of brooms, now that would be a bloody marvellous night! Possibly life threatening. Dorcas couldn't remember the last time she'd ridden her broom drunk but it had apparently not worked out well and she was lucky enough to still be alive. Something about a head injury, a collision with a building of some kind, an attempt to get herself to St Mungo's by getting back on the broom. It was all higgledy piggledy and Dorcas was sure Tersha and a few others had made some crap up just to mess with her because she'd been so drunk with no recollection of the night at all. "I didn't really pull my jeans and knickers around my ankles and tell a muggle couple to 'suck my love rug' while pointing did I?" She asked thoughtfully as though contemplating one of life's greatest mysteries. Dorcas wasn't even sure if she'd ever even heard of that term before she was told she'd apparently screamed it at an older muggle couple that were rather displeased with the behaviour she was exhibiting. No doubt they'd been mortified after if that were the case.
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Post by Tersha Alara Knight on Mar 27, 2018 14:02:40 GMT
 Merry Legs Tersha took a not so subtle look over her shoulder at the guy who was sitting with his wife, or girlfriend or whoever she was. From this distance he didn't look half bad, and she thought he might be good enough for a quick fumble in the loo with Dorcas. It was no skin off Tersha's nose if he turned out to be slightly less attractive up close, she wasn't going to be the one screwing him in the bathroom. "I'll remind you," she said with a shrug. "You could do worse." And of course she didn't doubt for one moment that he would actually be heading to the toilets in ten minutes. Of course he would, he had eyes, and he knew Dorcas was up for a good time, or so she'd led him to believe. It wasn't unheard of for Dorcas to lead a guy on and then leave him disappointed. She had a fabulous sense of humour like that, and Tersha appreciated it very, very much. Almost as much as she appreciated being able to lean against the bar to help steady the fuzziness she was feeling. The bartender finally appeared with two funny coloured glasses, small, probably not more than three mouthfuls in each glass, with bubbles on the top. "What the hell are those?" she asked with a frown. "I asked for floating cocktails, not glasses of kiddy bubble juice." The bartender sighed, shoulders sagging, and grabbed two little umbrellas from behind the bar, sticking them in the glasses. "There," he said, clearly fed up. "Now they're floating cocktails." Tersha gaped at him as he walked away, but she pulled her glass closer, choosing the one with the flourescent pink umbrella in it for herself, and sliding the other one across to Dorcas. "You did," she nodded, remembering the night Dorcas was recalling vividly. "And you also asked an old muggle man at a bus stop if you could ride his broom, and then sat on his knee and pretended to." It wasn't so shocking to Tersha, who would do something similar with enough alcohol in her system, but she'd laughed and laughed that night, never forgetting the shock on the poor man's face as Dorcas pretended to ride him right there at the bus stop. She raised her glass. "To fucking strangers in bathrooms!" she hollered, getting a few dirty looks from people sitting at nearby tables. She ignored them and took a gulp of her bubbly, funny hued drink. _______________________ tag: Dorcas Amilie Meadowes notes: She's brilliant! XD <3 outfit: Floaty floaty.[googlefont="Homemade Apple"] |
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Apr 3, 2018 12:15:06 GMT
Well he was good enough then! Depending on how much they had to drink for the rest of the night though, there was the possibility that Dorcas wouldn't remember if she hooked up with the guy in the toilets or not. If he didn't leave a lasting impression then it would be just as well not remembering him. If it was a decent impression then ... wait what? She was losing track of her own thoughts, he couldn't be both memorable and forgettable. Tersha would remind her of whatever embarrassment she got herself into, if Tersha could remember the night after her floaty drinks, if such floaty drinks worked and were strong enough. They needed plenty more alcohol, they needed all the alcohol. Dorcas was kind of crap at limiting herself, but Tersha was good enough to look out for her. She thought. She wasn't entirely sure. She couldn't remember a lot of nights out but she'd gotten home and Dorcas always woke up the next morning with plenty of stories from Tersha. Dorcas took a lot less to get drunk than Tersha usually but Tersha seemed a little more drunk than Dorcas, she put it down to her mum having shoved a tonne of food in to her mouth before she went out and the possibility that Tersha had a few drinks before she'd come out tonight. After dealing with her parents over Christmas Dorcas wouldn't have blamed Tersha if she'd been drunk ever since Christmas!
Sniggering a little at the interaction between Tersha and the bartender Dorcas took the cocktail that Tersha sent her way, a little of the liquid spilling out on to the bar. She took the umbrella out of the drink and clinked her glass with Tersha's grinning and taking a sip of her cocktail. "Bathroom sex!" She cheered loudly! She couldn't give a crap who was staring, unless bathroom sex guy was staring, in which case he could totally start getting his arse to the bathroom so she could have a little fun, but first she needed to get her drink on. She took a big mouthful. It was strong enough and tingled a little on her tongue. Was there champagne in this? If so she was going to be fucked a hell! Champagne was the one drink that went straight to her head. Tequila was the second only she always ended up just about naked after drinking tequila. The umbrella she had taken out of her drink she closed up and started aiming it like a dart. She flung it at a passerby then went back to her drink and Tersha as though nothing had happened, not bothering to see if her little umbrella dart had jabbed the passer by or not.
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Post by Tersha Alara Knight on Apr 4, 2018 19:42:20 GMT
Merry Legs A good fifteen minutes had passed since they'd started their floaty drinks, and Tersha was starting to wonder if she'd been the victim of a con. She did feel a lot more drunk than she had done before, but as she found the bottom of the glass, she was pretty sure her feet weren't coming off the ground. She held her hair back from her face and peered down at her gravity riddled feet. "Come on!" she willed them, giving a little jump and landing in a rather fabulous wobble on her heels. Maybe it didn't work with shoes on. Yeah, that had to be it, she needed to be barefoot, then she'd start floating about like a fairy. Slamming her empty glass down on the bar, she tried to bend down to undo the strap of her shoe, but her dress, despite the huge split up one side, wouldn't budge enough for her to reach. "For fucking Humpty Dumpty's sake!" she whined, stomping her foot and flipping her hair out of her eyes. "I can't see a fucking thing!"She huffed and straightened up, her hair whipping over her shoulder as she did so, and smacking a short woman in the face as she passed them by. Tersha didn't even notice, only took advantage of the thigh high split in her dress, and lifted her leg, planting her foot on top of the bar right in front of Dorcas. "Can you get this thing off of me!?" she half asked, half demanded. "I can't float in heels!" She shook her foot about in front of her best friend for emphasis, hoping Dorcas wasn't too drunk to open tiny buckles on thin shoe straps just yet. She didn't fancy having to cut her shoes off, they were expensive and she'd be making the lying skunk of a bartender buy her a new pair. She was determined that he hadn't lied to her, though, and to prove it, she just needed those damn shoes off! Why weren't they off yet!? "Dorcas, I just need them off," she complained, her knickers almost on show to the entire room thanks to the split in her dress now being stretched to it's limits. "Oh! Bathroom guy!" she cried, the thought of flashing her arse making her remember to remind Dorcas about the dirty sex she should currently be having. Was it too late? How long had it been? Crap! _______________________ tag: Dorcas Amilie Meadowes notes: <3 outfit: Floaty floaty.[googlefont="Homemade Apple"] |
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Apr 22, 2018 5:33:54 GMT
The floaty drinks were excellent! They weren't the best tasting and they weren't making them float but they were strong and Dorcas was a heck of a lot more light headed than she had been before the drink. She was fairly confident that she'd stumbled over the line of tipsy and in to the wonderful world of drunk. At least she wasn't completely plastered so that was excellent. She did, however, intend to get completely plastered. What was the point of a night out with your best friend if you didn't get well and truly sloshed!? Tersha was apparently trying to fly, trying to float on up to the ceiling or something insane but it flat out wasn't working, she was landed on the ground rather heavily in those heels giving Dorcas reason to think that if she wasn't perfectly coordinated on these jumps that Tersha might well land on her arse soon enough. It seemed Tersha felt similarly and proceeded to tray and take her shoes off, Dorcas ordered a couple of fancy pink cocktails with some kind of gold sparkles and shit, she really had no idea what they were but the bartender seemed confident enough in her drink order to get on with it, but apparently Tersh was still determined to float though it was clearly not happening. Still Dorcas let her carry on, leaning against the bar as she watched her friend attempting to float while Dorcas focused more on not falling on her arse.
A leg came up out of nowhere and Dorcas obliged. The straps took a little more effort than they would have if Dorcas was sober but she just convinced herself there was clearly something magical in place with these shoes that made it difficult to undo. She fiddled around as either she or Tersha, or possibly even both of them, wobbled a little. Soon enough the first strap was off and Dorcas looked about the bar for bathroom guy, having completely forgotten about him while she was spending time with Tersha, gossiping away, having a laugh. "Eh, he'll still be waiting in an hour, givus yer ovver foot." She said, speech slightly impaired but not all bad she thought, in fact Dorcas thought she sounded pretty close to normal, if not a little posher! Well okay, she didn't sound posher, there wasn't a whole lot that was going to make her sound hoity toity but she was going to at least try and sound as though she wasn't drunk so she'd at least, for a little while, attempt to sound a little more upperclass and perhaps pass off as relatively sober for a while longer.
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Post by Tersha Alara Knight on May 16, 2018 10:51:16 GMT
Merry Legs "For you, he'd still be there next month!" Tersha said loudly, being of the very strong opinion that Dorcas was so fucking gorgeous and sexy and hot and irresistible that any man she'd promised a good time to would hang around for years waiting for her to show up and give him the time of his life. Of course they would! Look at the woman! Not that Tersha was looking at Dorcas right then, she was staring at her shoe. Well, technically she was looking at Dorcas, but it was mostly her fingers. And fine fingers they were! Look at how they worked those straps like they were nothing! So impressive! "You're so talented," she slurred, face filled with admiration as Dorcas made some sort of success of getting the shoe off of Tersha's foot. "You are wasted as an Auror! Look at you! You should be a shoe strap de-tangler! You'd be rich!" She'd have the most famous fingers in the world! And she'd have a genuine claim to the title, not like that one guy in seventh year who had claimed to have the most famous fingers in the world for a different reason and then proved them to be absolutely useless when she'd given him seven minutes in a broom cupboard with her. She'd told him just how useless they were, too! What a load of dragon shite! Her shoe was off, and she dropped her foot to the floor, gripping onto the bar to steady herself as her foot dropped a bit lower than she'd been expecting, thanks to her lack of a very high heel. Dorcas demanded the other foot, and Tersha shimmied her dress about before lifting it and plonking it up on the bar like she had done with the first. The only thing was, she plonked it a bit too hard and knocked herself off balance, her bare foot coming up off the floor, too. She knew a hard thump on her back was coming, and squeezed her eyes shut, but it never came. Opening one eye, then the other, she gaped in amazement. "Holy firebolt! I'm floating!" she cried, beaming up at Dorcas as she hovered about a foot from the floor on her back, legs splayed in the air. "It worked! I'm really floating!" She was pleased as punch, so much so that she didn't see the sober man a few feet behind her, his wand pointed at her as he magically held her in the air to stop her from slamming into the ground. The man nodded to Dorcas. "You might want to give her a hand up," he told her with amusement all over his kind face, "I can't keep her hovering there all night." Tersha waved her arms about at her sides like she was floating on water, happiness all over her beautiful face as she marveled at the effects of her "floating drink". _______________________ tag: Dorcas Amilie Meadowes notes: <3 outfit: Floaty floaty. [googlefont="Homemade Apple"] |
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on May 17, 2018 9:21:38 GMT
Next month?! Well of course he would be. She was damned perfection and anyone would be bloody psychopathic to pass up an opportunity with her. She could either go now or she could enjoy her night with Tersha. Tersha would stick around or she'd find her own hotty for the night, but Dorcas didn't much fancy risking Tersha picking a bloke out of this crowd, not in her state. Not that she was too far gone but she could possibly make a regretful decision based on the talent here tonight. None of them were rich enough for Tersha's tastes either. Dorcas wasn't great at telling exactly who was rich and who wasn't, but she'd picked up a few tell tale signs over the years with Tersha whispering in her ear, pointing out shoes, jackets, pants and whatever else. Of course there were a few posers but Tersha was able to pick them out and dismiss them, unless they were hot enough for a roll in the hay regardless of wealth, after all she had her own wealth but Tersha could always do with more!
The shoe detangling the was interesting to say the least. Dorcas was grinning right up until concern shot across her face. Tersha fell but there was no bag, she didn't land on the ground, Tersha, in fact, was floating. Although not because of the drink as it transpired. A man caught Dorcas' attention, his wand pointed at her best friend and then she exploded. With a large roar of laugher and a couple of hard thigh slaps Dorcas was doubled over at the sight of her floating best friend. "Oh Morgana's tits," She laughed, "Tersh. Tersh!" She called, laughing still at the events of the evening. She reached her hand out and grabbing Tersha by the wrist of her right arm. "Get your backside up before I see any more of the lack of knickers you're wearing." Not that Dorcas had really got a glimpse of what Tersha was wearing over her arse but if she stayed as she was any longer then some creep was probably going to try and take a peek, if they hadn't already, and Dorcas wasn't sure she had the balancing capabilities to stay upright while she kicked some sicko's arse across the bar but she'd damn well try, even if it meant falling over and landing herself with a concussion because that's what best friends were for - risking their own mental capabilities if some creep perved on their best mate.
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Post by Tersha Alara Knight on Jun 2, 2018 13:55:17 GMT
Merry Legs Dorcas exploded into a fit of laughter that was quite dramatic, considering Tersha was currently displaying something fantastic for the entire room to see. She followed Dorcas' gaze, tilting her head right back until it was practically upside down to see what or who Dorcas had been looking at before she was laughing. A man. There was a man standing not too far behind her with his wand pointing right at Tersha. Was he...? "Oh, shit," she muttered as realisation dawned on her. She was not floating because of the stupid drinks. She was floating because of some bloke having fast reflexes and being too much of a gentleman. Hey, wait a second. A gentleman. They were a dying breed, and he was older, too, and clearly soft enough to help a stranger out of an embarrassing situation. There was also a quite obvious lack of any kind of companion standing by his side. Drunken alarm bells went off in Tersha's head. She would likely regret this in the morning, but not tonight. She gripped Dorcas' hand and tried to right herself, swinging her feet down to the floor until she was in a crouch. "Stop laughing, you cow!"She felt it when the man's spell released her, and almost stumbled but for the strong grip of her best friend. "Thanks Dor," she said, brushing her dress back down into place, but making sure that her leg was still very much on show in the thigh high split. She gulped down the drink that sat waiting for her on the bar, unsure of whether it was even her drink, and giving not a single fuck anyway. It tasted fine. She shook out her hair and leaned in to Dorcas. "I think it's time for you to head to the bathroom," she muttered. Slurred. Muttered. Muttered in a slur. Whatever. She turned on her heel - or would have done if her shoes weren't now gripped in her hand - and sashayed barefoot over to the gentleman who had saved her arse. "And they say chivalry is dead," she purred, linking her arm through his as she reached him. "You have to buy me a drink so I can thank you..." She led the man further down the bar, and left Dorcas to go and have some kinky bathroom sex with a married man, or whoever he was. It didn't matter, all that mattered was that the man she was now with was not married - no ring. Yes! - and finding out just what he did for a living. _______________________ tag: Dorcas Amilie Meadowes notes: <3 outfit: Floaty floaty.[googlefont="Homemade Apple"] |
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Jun 2, 2018 15:17:21 GMT
Oh by all that was magical it was the most hilarious sight Dorcas had ever seen! Admittedly she was quite a few drinks in and that last one had been bloody strong so perhaps not the most hilarious thing she'd ever seen but most definitely far up there. Dorcas ignored Tersha's command to stop laughing but she did reign herself in a little, after all, Tersha was her best friend, she couldn't spend the whole entire night laughing her arse off at her friends misfortune or very reasonable mistake .... reasonable mistake if you were pissed enough, which Tersha just about was, Dorcas thought, the floaty drink starting to really hit her head and get her a little more than tipsy now! Dorcas was pulled on a little and her balance wavered for a moment as Tersha corrected herself a little and then finally stood up on her own two feet, the bloke having released the spell. Naturally Tersha attempted to shoo Dorcas away and trotted off after the kindly stranger. Dorcas looked the bloke over, taking in exactly what he looked like from head to toe. She'd already gotten a glimpse of his wand so if it came down to having to ID the guy, she was fairly confident she could, especially in this place, and a bloke like him being seen with a woman like Tersh, well it was noticeable.
Taking her leave from the bar, Dorcas made her way to the ladies loos, forgetting which one her bloke of the evening would be in, not that it mattered too much, she needed a whizz. She let herself in to the toilet stall, shutting the door behind her but forgetting to lock it as she wrestled with pulling her dress up over her thighs and then her knickers down around her ankles. That little lacy black pair were all she had, as in she only owned little lacy black pairs, she didn't own just the one set of underwear, but the way Rodolphus had gone about stealing them it had been a wonder she'd ever had any when she was in he final years of school. They were comfy and cute, she knew Tersha was more the sexy type, thongs and whatever but Dorcas, preferably, needed something that didn't ride up her arse and distract her too much and over the years she'd just never bothered to change. It was a good thing, why try anything else? It was only underwear. Really nice underwear. Sat on the toilet, not really paying attention to anything going on, Dorcas was feeling the edge of her knickers, deciding she still very much liked them and maybe tonight, if blokey was around for a fun time, she'd slip this particular pair into his back pocket for his girl to find, just for shits and giggles.
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Post by Echo Arista Everwood on Jun 3, 2018 13:35:36 GMT
 Merry Legs Echo and her mother had been sitting at a lovely little table at the Ambrosia Lounge for about an hour or so now. They had been having an evening of what Callysto Everwood liked to call bonding time, and she had insisted that her youngest baby spend some one on one time with her tonight, just the two of them. Aeon and Nova hadn't been bothered at being left out, they had their own lives to lead, but it was strange to just be with her mum after months of being away at Hogwarts. Honestly, she had loved every minute of it. They had dressed up nice, something Echo always groaned over, but it was nice to be fancier than usual for a bit, and they'd had a pretty posh meal in one of the restaurants in Whimsic Alley. It was expensive, and Echo had fretted that they should have gone to the pub down the road instead, but her mother had insisted that she wanted to treat her, and so now here they were, a couple of redcurrant rums in their system - yes, her mother was allowing her alcohol since she was legally of age, despite her student status. "I'm just gonna nip to the loo," she said quietly to her mum, who nodded and picked up the drinks menu. "Shall I order us some fruity cocktails for when you get back?" Callysto asked, her elegant fingers trailing over the names of all of the fancy drinks on the list. "Yeah, that'd be great," Echo grinned, standing up and smoothing down her skirt as she glanced around the room, feeling a bit out of place. She was sure she'd get used to this kind of thing the more she did it. Once she graduated it'd probably just become completely normal for her to be going to bars, and dressing up. That was a weird thought, but she looked forward to it. Not so much the high heels, but the fun and drinking and other shenanigans. A little bit like those two women she'd seen laughing their heads off at the bar a few minutes ago. They were gone now, but the two seemed pretty far beyond sober, and Echo had chuckled with her mum, watching the pair, though Callysto had told her daughter that that was what she shouldn't be doing after graduation. Or ever. The walk to the toilets was long from where their little table was, but Echo made it in one piece, holding her head up high so as to not let on how much she felt like a fish out of water. She wasn't a kid any more, she belonged here just as much as everyone else, and the people who cast glances her way were just admiring her. That was what she told herself as she tried her best not to pee herself in her skirt and blouse and heels. That wouldn't be a good addition to the night. She was really desperate by now, and as she neared the doors that led to the toilets, a small crowd of people - probably on a work night out or something by the sheer number of them crossed in front of her, making her halt in her tracks while they passed. Didn't they know she was going to wet herself if she didn't get to the loo in the next three seconds!? Rude! "Excuse me," she said firmly as she decided to just part the crowd rather than wait for them to pass. She was only short, but she shoved her way through as politely as she could until she reached the toilets, and ran to the nearest one, pushing the door open. Yes! It wasn't occupied, and the door swung right open, Echo surging in to the tiny cubicle only to find someone mid-pee right in front of her. "Jesus, Mary, and Joseph! I'm so sorry!" she bellowed, eyes wide with shock as she stood there staring at the drunken woman from the bar. She should move. Turn around. Close the door. With her inside or outside? Outside! Definitely outside. Though if the woman was nearly done, it would be quicker to just wait until she jumped off the loo, then Echo could jump on and nobody would wet themselves. Really though, she should not still be staring. Echo stared. _______________________ tag: Dorcas Amilie Meadowes notes: <3 outfit: Almost growded up.[googlefont="Over the Rainbow"] |
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Jun 3, 2018 14:28:16 GMT
Mid-stream and things got crazy. The door burst open and the first thing Dorcas thought was how she wasn't ready for an attack on the loo. Of all the places to get attacked by someone the toilet was not a place she'd have thought of and as such her wand was not in hand, Merlin only knew what she might have done to the flash of blonde and red that was suddenly taking up her entire vision. "Ocupado mi amigo!" She called out loudly, although the blonde was right in front of her, there was no need for yelling and by the time she was done with her sentence she was finished and reaching for the loo roll. "Gotta admit, this isn't my first time going to the loo with an audience." Not that there'd ever been any weird stuff. When Dorcas was drinking - which usually really wasn't all that often - she didn't really have what one might call "boundaries". Plus who even cared? Everyone had seen someone pee before so what was the big deal!?
Grabbing some toilet roll and cleaning herself up Dorcas stood and flushed the toilet, squeezing past the blonde and waddling out of the cubical with her knickers around her ankles and her dress hiked up. She bent down, moving enough out the way of the door incase the blonde wanted to shut the door, and pulled her knickers up. That was the easy part, after that, and a few stares that Dorcas was certain were aimed at her tits because they looked absolutely smashing in the dress, she stood upright and started trying to push, wiggle and shimmy her dress back down, getting it caught on her backside. Without even realising her plump arse was on display in her knickers she moved to the sink and washed her hands, soaping them up and looking around for blokey. Eh. She could do without him tonight. She kind of wondered what Rodolphus was up to, he'd be more fun anyway. She definitely needed to send him an owl. Or a howler. Was it too late to send a howler? If so then good, she would definitely send one of those. Oh, but she was out drinking with Tersha so they'd probably just end up back at Tersha's place or her own. She supposed she could always get Rodolphus to come pick her up from Tersha's and apparate her home. Stupid Dolphus getting in her head on a girls night out. She'd have to torture him for that somehow. Though she had no idea how and undoubtedly she would forget by the next time she saw him anyway.
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Post by Echo Arista Everwood on Jun 4, 2018 15:50:52 GMT
Merry Legs What the hell? The woman seemed to be Italian or German or something, and Echo gaped at her when she came out with a load of foreign gibberish. Echo did not speak any other languages. The most she knew was a couple of swear words in French, but none of those had come out of this woman's mouth, so she was genuinely clueless as to what was being said. Her bewilderment was cut short though when the peeing brunette went on to speak in perfect English - minus the drunken slur - that this wasn't the first time she had been to the toilet in front of someone. Well, that wasn't surprising in the slightest. Honestly, if first impressions were anything to go off of, this woman didn't give a hoot who saw her bits and what they thought of them. It was kind of admirable in a way, but Echo was too desperate for her own wee to really give it that much thought. Instead, she leapt straight into the cubicle as Bare Arse exited, and swung the door shut so that she could still see her through the three inch crack. Peeing and watching someone try to fix their dress without much success was a task and a half if you didn't want to pee down your leg (Echo would not sit on filthy public toilets, thank you very much). Deciding to just wipe and get out of there, she pulled up her own knickers, feeling like an elegant swan princess compared to Bare Arse, and went to wash her hands. "You're showing your breakfast," she said to the woman as she rinsed the soap from her fingers and grabbed a paper towel to dry them. Tossing the towel in the bin, she sighed and crossed to the woman, grabbing the back of her dress and shimmying it down until everything was covered up. "Nice knickers," she commented, leaning against the counter beside the older woman and giving her a wry smile. She was gorgeous, and clearly insane, but her don't give a shit attitude was very familiar to Echo, and she felt a hint of a kindred spirit emanating from the woman. Either that or the rum had gone to her head. She had not thought herself that much of a lightweight, though. Nah, this woman was definitely made of a similar kind of steel to the blonde girl. _______________________ tag: Dorcas Amilie Meadowes notes: <3 outfit: Almost growded up.[googlefont="Over the Rainbow"] |
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Jul 24, 2018 12:19:33 GMT
Dorcas was getting herself ready to leave the toilets. Apart from having the need to pee it had completely left her mind as to why she wanted to visit the toilets. Tersha, she could recall, was off with some wealthy bloke and probably assessing whether he'd make a decent husband number two, a boyfriend for the week or just a one night thing to buy her drinks, though she was well and truly sloshed right now and Mr RichBarGuy wasn't all that bad looking so who knew what Tersha might get up to tonight. Dorcas would find out one way or another. She'd have a look around for Tersha and if she was given the 'all good, this guy's quality' kind of nod, then she'd leave Tersha to it. If she got the 'save me from this tosser' kind of look then Dorcas would naturally sweep in and save the poor bloke from having his nads kicked by Tersha for not being good enough, not that Tersha would kick a bloke for no reason but if she wasn't going home with rich bloke then there was a reason for it and whatever that reason would probably be worthy of a swift kick to the family jewels.
Someone was talking to Dorcas. Her eyes eventually made their way to a familiar face. The blonde from the bathroom was there with her. Wait. She'd not left the restrooms yet. The blonde was done on the loo. "Eh?" Dorcas furrowed her brow, confused at what the blonde was on about and she looked down at her arse. It was perfection as always but a little more than it should have been for her skirt was up and her gorgeous arse on display. "Ah, enjoying the view, ay?" She smirked then winked at the blonde in a friendly way, the girl looked way too young for her liking, "Can't say I blame ya. It's pretty fab." With a bit of a wriggle Dorcas sorted her arse out and pulled her dress down properly. Her damp hands ra over her arse that was now covered but she was starting to get fed up with being in a dress. Yes her tits looked fabulous, yes her arse was just straight up perfection, but there was only so much dress wearing she could take, she wasn't a dress kind of girl, she was a track suit pants and baggy teeshirt kind of person. This was far too restrictive, even if it did look sensational!
Tag: Echo Arista Everwood, Tersha Alara Knight
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Post by Echo Arista Everwood on Oct 1, 2018 11:28:14 GMT
Merry Legs Echo's eyebrows raised as the brunette winked at her and admitted that she did have quite the nice butt. She couldn't help but smile, though, and chewed on her lip as she thought about what could bring about that kind of confidence in a person. Was she just very drunk? That was the best answer Echo could come up with, so she went with it, though she had to admit, this woman had a pretty incredible body, she obviously worked out or did something to keep herself in shape. "Squats or sex?" she asked, having narrowed it down to two possibilities. Both were great at shaping your arse into something spectacular, or so she'd heard. She didn't exactly go around having sex with every Tom, Dick, and Harry just for the workout, though she knew some women didn't have any problems with doing just that. She supposed there was a method in the madness if you ended up looking like drunken bum, here, who was wiggling away as she adjusted her dress, looking as though she was fed up with it already. "Echo?" Her mother's voice came from the doorway, the tall blonde poking her head around the door and looking half amused, half surprised to hear her teenage daughter utter the word sex. Echo's eyes were wide as she looked to her mum. "What's taking so long?" Callysto asked, trying for a friendly and mildly curious expression, though Echo knew she would be interrogated to death as soon as they were back at her table. "Mum," she breathed, brushing her own dress down just to look busy. It wasn't as though she'd had her own knickers on show, but you'd think she had based on the way she tugged at her dress. She pushed herself up from the counter, only having a tiny wobble as she readjusted her balance on her heels. "Yeah, I was just helping this... lady." Merlin, that sounded insulting, the woman wasn't old enough or classy enough to be called a lady. She gave the brunette a smile and a tiny wave of her hand as she crossed the room to her mother. "Have a good night," she called as she followed her mum back to their table, where their new drinks awaited them. "Do you know that woman?" Callysto asked as soon as Echo's bum had touched her seat. _______________________ tag: Dorcas Amilie Meadowes words: 417 notes: <3 outfit: Almost growded up.[googlefont="Over the Rainbow"] |
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Oct 1, 2018 13:21:38 GMT
Dorcas wasn't phased by the blonde's question at all, in fact, to Dorcas, it seemed relatively normal and kind of expected. It was certainly the type of question she would have asked if she ever came across and arse more superb than hers. Naturally that wasn't ever going to happen. Dorcas was proud of her arse and with good reason. Her genetics made it excellent and her extra activities only helped in keeping it tight and perky. Dorcas didn't have a chance to respond as an extreme moron entered, trying to listen out for her own echo or something ridiculous. She even said the word 'echo' which was just hilarious to Dorcas who sniggered to herself a little. When she caught sight of the woman though she noticed at once that she looked remarkably like the blonde that had been trying to have a grab of her arse, only this one was most definitely older, even in her slightly inebriate state, Dorcas could tell there was an age difference between the two, which was something! Usually faces all started to look the same after a few drinks.
The blonde made her way to the other woman and Dorcas kept her mouth shut. Seemed like the older woman might have had a stick up her arse, possibly an entire broom if truth be told, but she wasn't going to get involved, she nodded her head to the cute blonde and smiled, not trusting herself to open her mouth, even to wish the younger of the two women a good time because honestly, just about anything could fall from her mouth. Once the blondes were gone Dorcas headed back out to the bar, looking out for where she'd last seen Tersha with that bloke. With any luck Tersha was having a good time while Dorcas got herself another couple of drinks, ready to prowl for a little fun of her own, completely forgetting about bathroom guy.
Tag: Echo Arista Everwood, Tersha Alara Knight
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