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Post by Dorian Michael Humbert on Oct 25, 2018 3:38:39 GMT
 My promise to you always and forever
He had started the evening respectably enough, ordering a single drink and waiting a brief moment with his empty glass before he politely requested another without having to flag the waiter down. Tersha, on the other hand, had her bottle of vodka and was doing quite well with it. He’d helped her out a bit while waiting on the server for his own drink, mixing his whiskey with vodka and not bothering to keep in mind the old witch’s tale warning against such a thing. Stolen glances down the table caused a swelling pain in his chest. The smart thing to do would have been to simply stop looking toward Paris’ sister, Vienna, but it was an almost compulsive need he had in that moment to look upon her. To imagine it was Paris, alive and well, smiling that strange smile that Vienna had that reminded him all too brutally that Paris was gone. Time passed quickly and had the waitstaff not been so attentive there would have been a steadily growing, impressive collection of empty glasses forming around Dorian’s dinner plate.
Forgotten was his brother sitting across the way with his age-inappropriate girlfriend. Forgotten was the minister for magic sitting at the head of the table, technically his boss if you followed the chain of command back far enough. Forgotten, even, was Dorcas until she appeared and questioned him, to which he stared at her blankly for just a moment before his eyes moved purposefully toward Vienna. “I wasn’t aware your cousin would be here,” he said in what he intended to be a matter of fact tone but gave off an annoyed undertone, hinting only an incy bit at the amount of alcohol he had consumed thus far. “I knew they were twins, but…” They simply looked too similar. How on Earth was that possible? Sober Dorian would have known that answer but he had left, leaving something more than buzzed Dorian in his place. At least the rest of the gala’s guests had gotten a little rowdier, a little noisier in their comfort and drink so that his demeanor was not drawing him unwanted attention.
Sliding an empty glass in front of Dorcas’ setting at the table, Dorian then reached for the bottle of vodka that Tersha had ordered. “Do you mind?” he asked, not wanting to just steal her drink away from her but at the same time he was almost certain that Tersha would share with her best friend, Dorcas. It would have been so much easier had the Minister simply sat the women together and put Dorian on the end, but no matter how many times tonight Dorian stated as much in his head, it just wasn’t the situation they were faced with. At least the evening had descended into something a little more casual and Dorian wouldn’t feel quite so awkward if he wanted to swap chairs with one of the witches later in the evening, though the idea hadn’t yet come to mind.
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Post by Tersha Alara Knight on Nov 3, 2018 16:41:41 GMT
 Spring Gala It turned out Hot Humbert was quite the little fish when it came to drinking his troubles away. Tersha was observant enough to know that something was bothering him, and it wasn't her company, though she knew that irked him somewhat, too. He kept glancing along the table, but she really couldn't be bothered trying to figure it out. If he wanted to tell her what was wrong, he would tell her, and he clearly didn't. Besides, the more of her vodka she drank, the less she cared. Maybe he fancied old Galanis or something. The quiet ones were always kinky bastards and full of surprises, she really wouldn't put it past him to be after Galanis' husband. Not only was Dorian getting hotter by the minute, but so was his brother across the table, and Tersha kept shooting him flirty glances as the evening went on, Dorcas nowhere to be found until Dorian had had so many drinks that Tersha had lost count and began sharing her bottle with him. She'd share more than that with him if he carried on the path he was currently on. Her speech was slightly slurred as she noticed Dorcas returning to the table. "D," she held up a hand, as though she had had a real "whoa" moment. "Hot Humbert can drink for England. I swear he has hollow legs." She waved a dismissive hand at Dorian when he asked if she minded him pouring Dorcas a drink from her bottle. He'd had enough of it to know that she really didn't care who had what of the stuff, as long as she still had some for herself. Selfish and materialistic as she was, drunken Tersha was a lot more giving than sober Tersha, and tipsy Tersha would be nice to those she liked. Or those she fancied. He was lucky that he was so gorgeous. "You're lucky you're so gorgeous," she muttered, not caring whether he heard or not. He had been going on about someone's twin, and Tersha gave the other end of the table a proper look, scrutinising every face until she landed on her. Paris' bitch twin sister. "Oh, I will smack a bitch!" she said a little too loudly, trying to get to her feet but standing on the bottom of her dress. "As soon as I can stand up properly," she muttered, kicking at the bottom of her dress and getting completely distracted by it. _______________________ tag: Dorian Michael Humbert Dorcas Amilie Meadowes and everyone! words: 435 notes: <3 outfit: Hot little flower.[googlefont="Homemade Apple"] |
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Nov 5, 2018 7:17:50 GMT
Dorian was encouraging her to drink? What in the hell was going on? Dorcas fiddled with the front of her dress for a quick moment, straightening it out and then looking down the table, eyes searching for the bitch. Quickly her eyes settled on the bitch and Dorcas balled her fists. Her first instinct was always to smack the bitch, much like Tersha, but still being sober, Dorcas knew that was the shittest possible idea right now. Causing a scene in front of so many people, a lot of whom worked at the ministry or were from the tabloids, simply wasn't going to do. Instead of pouring herself a glass of wine, Dorcas grabbed the bottle and then the underside of Dorian's upper arm. "Up. Get up, we're leaving." She told him and she wasn't in the mood for any protesting either. She had enough sense to leave now before things got out of hand. If she stuck around and had a drink or two then there was no telling what she'd do to Vienna. Probably send a bees hive or something right at her face, Dorcas was pretty sure she was the one allergic to bees and wasps and clearly hurling a bees nest at her face in the middle of a busy gala was the best way to find out.
"You coming?" She asked Tersha, wondering if her feisty friend was going to stick around to smack Vienna or if she was going to let Dorcas get her home. Admittedly she was just going to grab the Knight bus, something that had been in Tersha's family for generations and that Dorcas insisted she never paid for. It had become an expectation of the drivers now that if she was hailing them, then there was a bed at the back of the third floor with her name on it. If she wasn't on board then often that bed was used by drunk couples to make out on and used to have a quicky while they were driven through the UK. Dorcas didn't mind so long as there were fresh sheets on it when she was on board, although tonight there'd be no using it because Dorian was a frigid little bitch really. A complete pussy tease. Dorcas didn't mind too much, so long as she got to stare at his arse as well as be a pain in it, then she might get a chance with him someday. Probably not. Maybe.
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Post by Dorian Michael Humbert on Nov 14, 2018 4:59:58 GMT
My promise to you always and forever
Inebriated enough that the horribly embarrassing nickname ‘Hot Humbert’, which he’d heard Paris’ friends use a number of times when she was alive, didn’t phase him, Dorian gave a short bark-like chuckle at Tersha’s statement. Hollow leg. Not likely. Dorian was definitely not an alcoholic by any means, in fact he rarely drank socially at all, but he’d had enough hard times in his young life that binge drinking was not an unfamiliar activity for the Auror. His parents kidnapped and murdered. His girlfriend murdered in front of him, followed shortly by his newly discovered half-sister and her husband leaving him the guardian for his young niece. These were all reasons to drink once in a while and he had apparently built up a bit of a tolerance, though as Dorcas tugged on his arm and he made to stand, the alcohol hit him faster than he’d been expecting.
He was a smart man and knew better than to argue. Dorcas was right, they needed to leave before things got out of hand. Dorian drinking. Tersha wanting to ‘smack a bitch’. Merlin only knew what hellfire Dorcas would send her cousin’s way if they stayed any longer or, gods forbid, she got drunk. “Right. Very good, then.” He stood, wrapping Dorcas’ arm in his as if escorting her but in fact actually using her to ensure he was stable on his feet as the liquor spread through his body more freely. He didn’t stagger or stumble but he held her back just a moment, waiting to see if Tersha was joining them and extending a hand to help her up. He looked across the table to his half-brother and the trainee he wore on his arm as his date. “Julian, Miss Dearborn, it was a pleasure seeing you this evening.” His eyes gave away that he might have had a bit too much to drink but his words were clear and well-spoken. A good sign. He was looking forward to his bed at home, and not yet realizing that he might have to fend off two randy witches who never failed to make an attempt to get into his pants.
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