Intoxicated

Ollie was minding Pansy tonight, or was it her aunt and uncle? She didn’t quite remember, the last couple days were blurring together in a drunken haze. She would recall come morning, in time to go down her mental list of who she had and hadn’t asked to watch Pansy this week, so no one knew she was on a five day bender, her only means of escaping the heavy burden of single-motherdom. Dora had always been a bit of a lush, and if she was offered an elixir here or there, she was game to try it. She’d try anything twice. Lately, though, drinking didn’t seem to be enough. Pansy had finally begun to sleep well at night, but it wasn’t consistent, and she was a right terror during the day. Dora struggled to keep the baby happy and quiet. When the baby cried, Mimi barked incessantly. When Mimi barked, it would cause Pansy to wake with a shrill scream. There was some sort of stain on nearly all of her clothes and Dora couldn’t remember the last time she’d slept properly. Alcohol, and a little extra, helped her to cope. It was doing a hell of a job tonight, a truly reliable friend. She had so few of those since she’d had the baby. Everyone always left her, but alcohol wouldn’t.

The girls she’d been with weren’t good friends, but they all knew each other, and she could score a decent elixir off the tall brunette, so she arranged to meet them at the club where drinking and dancing were a given. The wizard situation was anything but abysmal, there were handsome men left, right, and center. Dora could have her pick and sate that craving for attention she so desperately felt. She’d earned a few free drinks thus far, but nothing substantial. Nothing like she needed. The dancefloor would have better odds. Moving to the music, her already short dress beginning to rise up as she shook her hips, Dora felt pressure from behind her. She’d bumped into someone. She turned to look. Holy hell, he was gorgeous. She turned fully to face him, her hips still swaying in time to the tune. “Hi,” she said in a breathy tone that drifted away amid the music. She bit her lower lip as she looked up at him, syncing her movements with his.

He didn’t smile. It made him hotter. She couldn’t explain the fascination of a man disregarding her in any way, even just the lack of a smile as his hand snaked her waist, but it was strong. Dora wanted his attention, his acknowledgement, his smile. Even in heels, he was several inches taller than she and her head tilted upwards toward his enchanting eyes. She couldn’t make out the color in the nightclub, but there was an intensity in his eyes that pulled her in. She smirked and let her eyes shut, turning her head away from him though her body stayed pressed to his. He turned her suddenly and she felt warm pressed up against him. “Dora.” Her name was like sex on his tongue – she didn’t even question how he knew it. Her hands raised above her head, left hand reaching back behind his neck in a loose claim over him. He suggested something. An elixir? Something new? Whatever it was, she agreed. She did need something stronger, alcohol alone wasn’t cutting it anymore and if she couldn’t even get a smile from this bloke… Dora nodded and uttered something in agreement, though it wasn’t clear over the sound of the pulsing music and crowd of people around them.

Her feet moved effortlessly, allowing the handsome stranger to guide her somewhere more private. Already she felt a thrill at not having to think; he moved her through the crowd and she followed mindlessly, hips still swaying to the music as they left the dance floor and headed toward a section of isolated booths. He had a booth reserved; a big spender. Dora liked a man unafraid to spend a little money on a good time. The attendant removed the reserved sign and the men spoke, though Dora didn’t much attend to what they were saying. She was already a bit fuzzy from her earlier drinks but she caught “cosmo” and was satisfied. Now Tall, Dark, and Handsome was gesturing for her to sit with him. Her, over every other witch in the club. She smirked as she slid onto the bench, the silver sequins of her dress reflecting the softer lights overhead. A false sense of superiority swept over her, as it often did when a man showed her any ounce of attention. She was suddenly better than every other woman here. She was attractive, sexy, and daring. Dora was getting high off the ego boost alone and she’d not yet had a taste of his offered pleasure. Shifting her petite frame closer, she cuddled up to the man who’s name she hadn’t bothered to realize she didn’t know, and lifted her eyes toward his. She could feel her heart beginning to race with the anticipation of snogging his face off in this booth. Her hand slid onto his thigh as she looked expectantly at him. Her chest flushed as the tingling sensation of adrenaline began to flood her system. Briefly, she imagined her back pressed against the tabletop and this man hovering over her, smothering the moans of pleasure he elicited while party-goers danced blissfully ignorant to the show just on the other side of the black curtain. Would that earn her a smile, then?

Dora was still looking lustfully into his eyes so intently that she never even saw the waiter appear, nor had she heard him approaching. Her companion did though, and he gallantly fetched her drink for her without any effort at all. Before she knew it, she had a glass in her hand, but the man’s fingers still trailed over her skin. She could have melted. “Of course.” She moved the glass closer to him, his hand on hers and her heart thumping wildly in her chest. Dora chewed delicately on her lower lip. She no longer knew what she wanted more; the drug the man was offering or his lips against her skin. Both seemed equally appealing and both would surely ease the emotional pain she’d been burdened with.

Time was moving slower though the still fast enough that her clouded head wasn’t quite following their conversation. Perfectly manicured brows furrowed gently but smoothed as she quite nearly melted. Hearing her name on his lips like that made her heart flutter. He could have asked her for anything in that moment; her firstborn, the pathetic yet growing contents of her Gringotts vault, she would even find a way to give him her virginity just to hear him call her Euphadora again. Her skin prickled as a shiver ran through her arms. His tongue against her flesh as erotic. Her stomach tingled, lips parted, breathing shallowed. A chill ran up her spine and then it happened.

Don’t scream. Dora felt as though she ought to scream as if it were the proper thing to do but she couldn’t, and she didn’t really want to. Green eyes focused on the sight in front of her for only a moment before the sensation hit and she became overwhelmed by it. Head falling back, Dora writhed in ecstasy she had never known before. Her glass fell to the table as she was unable to keep hold of it any longer but it didn’t make a sound as it thudded onto the tabletop, the pink liquid spilling out. The nightclub had seemingly gone silent except for the fireworks erupting inside of her. Dainty fingers from her free hand groped for his shoulder, Dora managed to take hold of his shirt as an erotic moan slipped past her lips. Whatever it was that was happening was the answer she’d been searching for. Liquid pooled at the corner of her eyes, a single tear trailing down her cheek as she silently pleaded with him for more.

For a moment everything had stopped. Eyes fluttering open, Dora realized first that her mouth was dry and second that the man’s voice was in her ear, whispering seductively to her. She nodded dumbly, her expression one of a blissful confusion. Their curtained area was hazy around her, similarly to how it might have felt were she extremely drunk but without the wild lack of inhibitions and inability to control her motor movements. Physically it was almost exactly the opposite of being drunk. She felt a rush of adrenaline coursing through her, a nice tingle that spread from her center and reached the very tips of her extremities. She was smiling lazily at the handsome man – the vampire. She should have screamed or run away, at the very least she ought to have been frightened but instead she felt what she could only describe as complete and utter euphoria. Better than any elixir, legal or not. She wanted more but her mouth was too dry to speak and before she realized it, a glass was being pressed into her hands. She took it obediently and drank as the sounds of the nightclub slowly began to penetrate her senses once more.

She clutched her glass lightly with both hands, the liquid slowly running into her mouth. The taste seemed different than her previous drinks, more lackluster despite having a similar appearance. It paled in comparison to what she had just experienced but her throat was so very dry. Dora swallowed large gulps of the pink beverage without recognizing whether it still managed to add to her buzz the way it normally would have. There really was no topping whatever it was she had just had. One could hardly improve on heaven, though another dose wouldn’t go amiss.

The man leaned in close once again and Dora felt herself hold her breath in anticipation. Dance. She could dance. She set her empty glass to the side as the vampire took her hand and helped her onto the table. The music of the nightclub outside of the curtain could only just be heard through the fog in her head, but her hips moved instinctively in time with it, her hands trailing the length of her petite frame and up into her hair. The earlier image of this handsome stranger taking her on this table had shifted slightly as she now pictured his long fangs pressed into her bossom, her back flat on the table and the same ecstatic fervor she had imagined she would feel coursing between her thighs.