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Post by Dorian Michael Humbert on Nov 4, 2018 5:01:21 GMT
 My promise to you always and forever
Dorian arrived at the agreed upon time to find that he was, as usual, the only punctual one of the group. It was shocking how lax his friends were, and considering he not only had to get himself ready, but also a toddling little angel and send her off for a fun night with her pseudo grandparents, he really wasn’t expecting to be the first to arrive. Dorian spoke with a man at the cloak check room to see who he could speak to about paying for a private table for the evening. It was last minute, but it would hopefully be a fun surprise the birthday witch and it would give Dorian a place to hide out after the single obligatory dance he had agreed to. An added fee for a last minute reservation was well worth having a place to go without worrying about brushing into sweaty strangers all night, and it came with a waitress who would travel to and from the bar for their group. It wasn’t a half bad deal
True to form, Dorcas hadn’t planned much beyond demanding her friends meet her for drinks and dancing and insist they all come in fancy dress. Originally, he had planned to wear the same costume as last year when Dorcas had drug him and a very tiny Ariel out to dinner with her parents and commanded they all dress up. He had been Batman and Ariel had been a tiny Batgirl. This year she was a chicken, something fluffy Dorcas had picked out, and Dorian would have been Batman again but apparently he was being a wet blanket by not planning another outfit, so he went with something simple and came as a vampire. He transfigured his teeth to look like fangs and used a little fake blood around the mouth, then found a comfortable button down paired with a dark waistcoat and a pair of trousers. A dressed down version of his usual attire and yet it passed under the minimal definition of a costume. If Dorcas didn’t like it, perhaps the private table would make her happy until something distracted her like a shiny object or a bottle of liquor.
The young brunette waitress asked if he wanted anything and since it was a party, sort of, Dorian ordered an Old Fashion. The witch complimented his costume and made an inappropriate remark about biting her, which made Dorian’s jaw set as she walked away, her too short dress leaving practically nothing to the imagination. He sat back against the sofa that faced the dance floor, watching the door for any familiar faces in case the doorman got too busy to point Dorcas and her friends in his direction.
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Nov 13, 2018 6:54:04 GMT
This year Dorcas was actually looking forward to her birthday. She always looked forward to her birthday but last year had been a little forced as she'd felt as though everyone had been thinking about Paris which had left her a little uncomfortable to celebrate without her cousin around, not that anyone could have guessed with Dorcas keeping her thoughts to herself and having extra fun playing with Dorian at dinner, Merlin the man made himself easy to torture. Admittedly she had thought of Paris all night long while out with her family but when she was home, trying to unwind from her night out, Rodolphus had visited and taken her off to America for the weekend. It had been a hell of time. They'd seen Queen live, got kicked out of the wild after party, gone shopping around New Orleans and even visited a few of the crappy touristy hot spots. Okay so Dorcas had loved every single second of it, even to the point that it was her happiest memory for when she needed her patronus. Seeing Rodolphus being manhandled by bouncers was a particular highlight she liked to recall. After a night she hadn't been sure she wanted but had gone along with anyway, Rodolphus had come along and made her forget about everything but having fun, allowing her to focus completely on herself, and him a little. He was a ridiculous arse but when it was a night like that, she could definitely get on board. Though of course the highlight in England had to of been the picture of his meat and veg that she now kept in her draw for shits and giggles, although she bloody hoped Aurora hadn't seen the sodding thing when she'd been rummaging through it for a bra to put on. Kids. They were still such a mystery to the Auror.
"I'm laaaaate!!" She said, running about her parents house. She'd had a fun afternoon with them and little Ariel who she'd dressed up as a chicken ... and then included a bit of blood, gore, and an alien bursting from her stomach once Dorian was off to get ready for the night. Dorcas headed back home to prepare for her night out but then returned to dress Ariel up properly for the evening with her parents, plus the birthday snuggles from the one year old were the absolute best. And on top of that, Ariel had loved her costume and her cuddles and all the treats Dorcas' parents had helped her find around the garden! Though naturally the one year old was rather fascinated with the Alien protruding from her stomach. She got to grab and play at it as much as she wanted. She even bent her head down to try and chew on the rubbery toy. Dorcas didn’t have time to stick around and put Ariel down for the night, she finished getting herself ready for the night.
"Bye! I love you!" She pecked her mum and dad on the cheeks and hurried out the door in her heels, knowing there was nothing she could do about being late now but she hurried a little nonetheless. Despite not being a girly sort of girl, Dorcas had always fond heels a breeze, even apparating in them, but after tonight this particular pair would probably be lost and she was fine with that - it just gave her an excellent excuse to go shoe shopping again. Dorcas intended to get drunk tonight so if only her shoes went missing by the end of the night it would be some kind of miracle. It was her birthday and she was going to let off a hell of a lot of steam and that would include dancing up against random people, snogging random people, and doing shots of tequila off of random people! Sure she'd have fun if she wasn’t drinking, but she'd have more fun drinking, and while she loved her birthday last year and what Rodolphus had done for her, she didn't fancy repeating the evening, not with him he was getting far too clingy and his daughter was becoming an issue. She didn't want to think about either of them tonight. Tonight she wanted a night with her friends and possibly groping Dorian's arse. Twice.
Appearing at the apparation spot closest to the club they were all meeting at tonight, Dorcas snuck her way to the front of the queue and was in pretty quickly. A lot of people were dressed up but being alone, attractive, and in next to no clothes on the cold autumn night she got herself noticed. Heck, she always got herself noticed when she wanted. Being in next to nothing had meant that Dorcas was let in rather fast but also that she'd had to make sure before getting dressed that she'd kept her new dark mark from view. She was accustomed to covering bruises, knowing all kinds of coverage spells for varying degrees of marks and bruises she was used to hiding over the years.
Once in the club she handed her sparkling red cloak over to the cloak room and took the little ticket with her cloak number on it. She looked about the club, knowing they were all arriving in their own time rather than meeting up beforehand but before she could spot anyone she felt a hand around her elbow and she looked to a very tall and bulky bloke. He’d definitely be attractive after a drink or five. He leant down and whispered in her ear. Dorcas nodded her head with a grin, twisting her body from side to side in a little excitement in understanding and when she was left she made a beeline for the bar, different coloured lights bouncing off the sequins of her costume but that didn't seem to unusual for the night, a lot of women were wearing sequins, and a fair few guys too. Half the wizarding population couldn't get muggle clothing right but they damn sure knew how to do Hallowe'en!
After her quick visit to the bar, Dorcas left with a couple of cocktails and made her way to a more private area that the bouncer had whispered to her about. Or told, it wasn’t really a whisper she just couldn’t fully hear him over the loud thumping of the music that was getting everyone in the mood to dance. Once at the private space, Dorcas sat her glass on the table and practically launched herself onto Dorian’s lap and wrapped her arms around him because fuck him, he could suffer a few hugs. "Happy birthday, to meee!" She said and then partially sang to him, leaning back and stretching her left leg out straight while making sure she held on to the crazy hot auror. Tonight was going to be fantastic and Dorcas was already enjoying her night. She wondered, as she sat up on Dorian properly, if there were any drinks that would get the stuffy hot auror semi-naked for the night. "What are you supposed to be!?" She asked over the music, although in fairness it wasn't as loud where they were as it was in the main part of the club. She'd certainly be dragging Dorian out on the dance floor soon enough.
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Post by Dorian Michael Humbert on Nov 19, 2018 1:47:46 GMT
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She emerged from the crowd in a sparkling red little number that was barely more than lingerie. Dorian’s jaw tensed as he gave her a quick look over before Dorcas launched herself onto his lap. She sang a little to herself which made Dorian give a breathy half-laugh. “Did someone start the party early?” Had she been drinking already or was she just extra affectionate because she knew she could get away with it tonight? It was really anyone’s guess. He leaned as far back into the bench seat as possible to create a bit of space between them, which really was impossible with her sitting on him. His hands held her lightly around the waist, high up enough to avoid her bum but low enough to avoid her bra, if she could even wear one under that thing. It was impossibly tiny, and Dorian felt extremely uncomfortable having her stretch out on his lap in such a manner, but he hid his discomfort well. “Happy birthday, Dorcas. You look –” His eyes traveled to her left leg that was outstretched, then back to her painted eyes, “cold. And gorgeous.” As he spoke, his transfigured fangs were visible, giving a hint to his costume, though only a little as he’d taken everything else from his own wardrobe. “I’m offended you can’t tell, I put so much effort into it.” He hadn’t. He gave his fanged teeth a few chomps in her direction. “I’m a vampire, and you are a… I don’t think I should guess.”
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Nov 19, 2018 12:12:34 GMT
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"Start the party early!? Why Mr. Humbert, are you implying that I may be some kind of lush?!" Dorcas stated, mock offended before she giggled, letting on she was only playing with him. She wasn't really any kind of alcoholic, sure she liked a few drinks here and there throughout the week, a little something special on occasions and most definitely a lot on a night out. Being held by Dorian felt so rigid and proper. There was nothing intimate to it at all and that disappointed Dorcas immensely. He could at least be a proper gentleman and grope her arse a little, it was her birthday after all! His comment on her costume earnt him a cheeky little grin with suggestive undertones. She didn't mind a compliment from Dorian, in fact she'd really quite like to encourage more of them but the dude was like a rock but with less emotions.
Dorcas lent back a little and looked over Dorian's costume. He had fangs and his usual sort of attire, splattered with a little blood. A Vampire was at least a costume that wasn't Batman, however it wasn't really a costume if he had everything in his wardrobe as everyday wear to begin with! The fangs and blood were a rather nice touch that definitely turned her on more than it should have, especially when he playfully chomped his teeth at her, showing his gleaming fangs, giving her an excuse to chuckle a little more before delving into what she was. "I'm a naughty little devil!" She said enthusiastically, wiggling a little on his lap, shimmying her shoulders a little.
Dorcas turned on Dorian's lap and stood up, grabbing her drink from the table that she put it down on before she joined Dorian on the sofa, sitting snuggly against him rather than on his lap, she needed to give him at least a little breathing space before she dragged him out on the dance floor. "You'll have to show me what you can do with those fangs later." She said, wiggling her brow a little and taking a sip of her drink. Being bitten by Dorian was a little bit of a fantasy. Being bitten by Dorian with fangs? Well that was definitely a new one to add to the list, unless he was really going to let loose tonight. "After you take me for a spin around the dance floor." She took another mouthful of her fancy drink, almost at the end of it.
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Post by Dorian Michael Humbert on Nov 23, 2018 22:22:01 GMT
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A lush in the traditional sense was not what Dorian would consider her, but Dorcas had shown up on his doorstep more than once, completely inebriated, missing personal effects, and unable to get herself home from the city safely. At this point, drunk Dorcas knew where the extra blankets and pillows were kept, and despite his offers to allow her to take his bed while he slept on the couch, she was no stranger to sleeping it off in his lounge. Had he not prematurely aged since joining the Aurors, he too might have had a more recent tale of ending up at a mate’s place on occasion, but he and Dorcas had lived very different lives and he couldn’t possibly express his emotions that she had not had to go through the same life changes that he had. Dorcas flashed him a look that was reminiscent of many other looks she’d given him in the past when wanting to make him uncomfortable in her presence and he returned it with a tight smile, though not as tight as he usually would. It was her birthday, after all.
She explained her costume, which really was more like underwear than a costume, and he chuckled. “You know the point of Halloween is dress as something you’re not, don’t you?” he asked as she finally stood up from his lap and sat herself down properly next to him. He adjusted his waistcoat while she made suggestive comments about him biting her. “You’re the second witch to make that joke tonight.” Dorian really had thought his costume would have been a safe choice but nothing was ever safe around Dorcas. He followed suit and lifted his glass from the table in front of them and took a drink as Dorcas demanded a dance. “I only agreed to one dance,” he reminded her, setting his glass back down on the table and rising to his full height. “Are you sure you want to spend it so early in the evening?” He extended his hand to her and prayed to Merlin that he would be able to withhold from dancing all evening. He knew the pressure would only increase as the rest of Dorcas’ girlfriends arrived and he suddenly had a terrifying thought that what if he was the only bloke she’d invited and he was about to be surrounded by a hoard of Dorcas and Tersha and whatever other horned up minxes she had requested to come celebrate growing older by harassing Dorian.
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Nov 24, 2018 2:16:19 GMT
Dorcas smiled, tilting her head a little, fluttering her eyes in the most angelic way she could possibly muster in order to imply that normally she was such a good little angel. Of course it was far from the truth as Dorian well knew but that didn't matter. She was dressed as a devil because it was fun, the costume was crazy revealing and sparkly. The sparkles were the real reason she chose the costume. She felt cute in it too which was another good reason for choosing it, however she did feel cute in most things she wore because honestly, she was cute. "The next fancy dress do we go to, you can pick out my costume." She invited, it would be interesting to see what Dorian would put her in. Probably some high class, 18th century lady-lady dress with frills and petticoats and flowers and just all that grossness.
Someone else making a comment to Dorian about his fangs gave Dorcas cause to laugh. Of course someone had mentioned his fangs, and hopefully in a somewhat inappropriate manner too. Dorian was a straight up hotty and dressed as something that could give both pain and pleasure was just all kinds of arousing. He probably hadn't even realised what he'd done and once Tersha was here she'd probably try and eat him alive. Dorian was in for one hell of a night and if just her presence was enough for him, then tonight was going to be overwhelming because not only were her friends going to show an interest, there were plenty of other women out there too that were going to be up for hitting on the well formed auror.
"Sober Dorian promised sober Dorcas one dance. There's no telling how many dances drunk Dorcas will get drunk Dorian to agree to." She pointed out. She didn't doubt that she could get Dorian to agree to more than one dance, he often gave in because it was the path of least resistance and if he gave in with the little things then maybe she'd be less of a sod when it came to to bigger things, whatever they were, Dorcas hadn't really pushed the boundaries too far. She could have, she was sure, but there would only be genuine rejection there and that was no fun. "Come on." She said, finishing her drink and then taking his hand while placing her glass on the table, "Show me what sober Dorian's got for me." She stood up, her heels making her taller than usual but she was still small compared to Dorian. "Or we can just dance." she said with a wink and a smirk.
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Post by Dorian Michael Humbert on Nov 24, 2018 3:13:55 GMT
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Despite still thoroughly believing he could get out of the party with having had a single dance and spending the rest of the night conversing with friends and drinking, Dorian was already resigning himself to spending more time on the dance floor than he wanted. “There’s a little telling.” He was a rather splendid dancer, though he was better suited to a foxtrot than whatever gyrating dance moves were popular today. Dorcas didn’t seem like the disco type, and even that had an organized fashion to it that Dorian could have figured out after a while, but he would manage.
Now pushing through the light crowd on their way to the dance floor, Dorian was kicking himself for not finishing his drink first, especially as Dorcas made another inappropriate joke. “Are you this brazen with all your male friends, or is it just me?” There was a hint of humor in his words and a smile on his lips. She annoyed him, which she knew, but he’d grown accustomed to it over the years and since Paris’ death they had really grown rather close. There was a small clearing not too far from the edge of the dance floor where Dorian stopped and spun around to face Dorcas as the DJ played another fast tempo song.
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Nov 25, 2018 10:02:38 GMT
Dorian led her in to where all the action was, which surprised Dorcas. She'd expected to need to drag him a little farther onto the dance floor but he seemed to be letting loose a little tonight and it meant that her night was getting off to a perfect start. "Just the ones I want to screw around with a little." Well he'd asked, and it wasn't limited to just men either but as much as she'd have enjoyed watching Dorian's features as that information sank in, she wasn't going to offer it up just for fun, besides, he might already know that she wasn't exactly limited to men. Sure she had a preference for the dimmer sex, but she wasn't limited to men only.
Dorcas started moving to the music and not too close to Dorian either. She stayed close enough that it was obvious they were dancing with one another but she chose not to smoosh her booty on up against him because honestly, dancing or not, there was a strong chance she'd try that later and she didn't want him bailing her birthday any time soon. She wasn't a terrible dancer but she wasn't one of those women that was being spun around in the middle of the dance floor, attracting some kind of magical spotlight while others either danced and pretended like it wasn't happening, or watched in awe of the magnificent dancer. Dorcas had no desires to move like that and she thought of the people that danced like that as show off bitches, apart from Tersha ... no wait, Tersha too, but she loved Tersha so that show off bitch was incredible to watch.
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Post by Tersha Alara Knight on Dec 15, 2018 13:03:08 GMT
  She burns like the sun and I can't look away Halloween as a child had been something to dress up for. Living in America, it was something of a big deal, and though she had been born in England, and raised with the right manners and customs that came with that, her parents didn't care enough to stop their only child from joining in with American traditions. Of course, England did Halloween, too, it was just crap compared. She remembered dressing as some pretty fantastical things when she was little. Mostly princesses and elven warriors, and other pretty things that forced her father to splash out on jewelled costumes for her. Since returning to England to attend Hogwarts, things had changed considerably as far as the spookiest night of the year went. She no longer dressed like a princess, and she no longer was surrounded by the overly excited hustle and bustle of a country who adored the holiday a little bit too much. No, once she joined Hogwarts, it became something else entirely. Her best friend's birthday. Dorcas Meadowes had impressed her from the very beginning, and so Tersha overlooked her old dramatic Halloween habits each and every year, and turned to celebrating her best friend instead. Sneaking alcohol into the castle to get drunk as skunks for the night, attending Halloween parties at the castle with birthday balloons tied to their waists and obnoxious party hats on to distract from their far too tight skirts. As adults things had gotten a little wilder, but Halloween always took second place to Dorcas' special day, and tonight was no exception. Tersha had owled Rodolphus Lestrange, Dorcas' boyfriend however much the pair denied it, to make sure he came. It would hopefully be a nice surprise, though it would definitely not be expected, and she hoped Dorcas didn't get snippy with her over it. It was time for the pair to start owning up to their shit. They were together, neither had any other strings now, and there was just no reason to pussy foot around any more. She was happy to be the one to bang their heads together if necessary. Checking her appearance one last time in the large mirror that stood in the corner of her bedroom, she slid her hands over the sleek silhouette her leopard print catsuit cut, and adjusted the ears on top of her head. Her hair was loose and thick, it's natural slight wave left to do it's own thing to add a touch of wildness to her look. Eyeliner ringed her cocoa eyes perfectly, and her tail was enchanted to swish behind her at her will, as though it were an extension of her body. Happy with her costume - or more, happy with how it clung to her curves beautifully - she headed outside and through the gates of her estate, apparating to the Starlight Speakeasy and heading straight inside out of the cold as if she owned the place. She was allowed in without question, and pointed to a private room which had apparently been hired at the last minute. She hadn't known about it, but whoever had payed for it was getting a big kiss of thanks from her. She sauntered into the room, heels clicking on the floor, and burst through the door, arms flying in the air as her dazzling smile blinded anyone who might be inside. The room was empty. "What the-?" Tersha's face dropped and she crinkled her nose as she took a minute to take in the empty room from the doorway. So where the heck was Dorcas? Had she pulled already? Was Rodolphus here? He said he would show, so it wasn't a far stretch to think he might have turned up early and snatched Dorcas away for a quickie somewhere. Who else was invited? Turning around, she headed back out to the main room of the club and scanned the dance floor until her gaze fell upon a familiar scrumptious butt. Dorian Humbert. Dorcas' butt was just a delicious beside it, but Humbert's arse was something else. She crossed the room and shoved her way through sweaty bodied until she was in front of Dorcas and her dance partner. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BITCH!" she called loudly, beaming from ear to ear. _______________________ tag: Dorcas Amilie Meadowes , Dorian Michael Humbert and everyone! words: 746 outfit: As pictured above. notes: Happy Birthday, bitch! <3 [googlefont="Homemade Apple"][googlefont="Cinzel Decorative"] |
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Jan 10, 2019 13:22:06 GMT
The music was loud and Dorcas figured not at all what Dorian was in to. It wasn't exactly to her tastes but it was all for fun. Clubbing was all about dancing, living life, and getting drunk. Dorcas was happy to dance along to just about anything, she'd even danced to something calmer than the thumping club music with Dorian in his flat. It had been unexpected but a nice sort of moment. She often irritated him but they had their moments where they got on without her being a complete dick to him. It was rare but they did indeed happen. Work was probably where she was least annoying, although she did throw him off a little from time to time, telling him he would be taking her to the Minister's Spring Gala just as he was going into a meeting so he couldn't object, for example.
Dancing with Dorian didn't last nearly long enough. They got there about the middle of one song and they were interrupted by an all top familiar hollering. Dorcas looked up to see Tersha. She supposed she'd tortured Dorian for long enough and there would be plenty of opportunities later for more dances and irritating Dorian. It was her birthday after all, she was going to get pretty much whatever she wanted. Yes, she was little bit of a brat when it came to her birthday, but she was okay with that. She loved a little attention some of the times and she wasn't afraid to ask for it either. Some individuals manipulated people to get the attention they craved, Dorcas demanded it. "Hell yeah!" She shouted back! Reaching her arms up in the air, "Woooo!! It's my birthday!" She shouted over the music, taking small steps towards Tersha that were as fast as a jog. It was more a tip-toe run in heels that couldn't be heard over the music. "I need more drinks!" She said as she wrapped her arms around Tersha in a sloppy hug. "Let's get smashed!" She laughed, letting go of Tersha, smiling brightly and the drop dead gorgeous bitch.
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Post by Dorian Michael Humbert on Jan 21, 2019 2:55:08 GMT
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The music was far too loud for his tastes and the lack of any personal space was manageable though not appealing. It meant that Dorcas would no doubt take advantage of the need to be closer to him and her words only cemented the thought. "Just the ones I want to screw around with a little." He would take that to mean take the mickey out of, not sleep with, though he was more than aware of what Dorcas had intended to imply. Sometimes the best approach was to ignore her remarks, and lucky for him, Tersha appeared right on cue to pull the birthday girl’s attention off of himself.
Giving Tersha a toothy smile in greeting, which was pretty much all he could do with the thumping music blaring at them, Dorian had forgotten about the fangs he was wearing. His costume paled in comparison to the effort these ladies had put forth tonight; Dorcas wearing hardly more than knickers and Tersha wearing a cat suit to skin tight she might as well have painted the stripes on her body. Merlin, he hoped it was an actual suit and not paint. The flashing, colored lights made it hard to tell from his place on the dance floor and there were other dancers moving and blocking his view – not that he was looking!
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Post by Tersha Alara Knight on Feb 8, 2019 13:59:16 GMT
She burns like the sun and I can't look away Dorcas' excitement was infectious as she did a little run towards Tersha, who responded with a squeal of her own, and hugged Dorcas so tight, she lifted her tiny friend off of the floor for a few seconds. "Let's get wasteeeeed!" Tersha agreed, as Dorcas announced that she needed more drinks. Dorcas looked hot as hell in her costume, and Tersha openly admired her from top to toe. "Holy hot mess," she fussed with the minuscule bits of lace that were supposed to hide Dorcas' booty but failed miserably to the delight of everyone on the freaking planet. "You don't look a minute over nineteen." Tersha never lied. It was part of her genetic makeup that she just could not lie. She could manipulate and deceive, but the truth just seemed to fly out of her mouth whether she wanted it to or not, and tonight was no exception. Dorcas was just that gorgeous, and if Hot Humbert hadn't copped a feel while they were dancing, there was something very wrong with him. Speaking of Humbert, Tersha turned her attention to him, and he offered her an actual smile in greeting. "Dancing and smiling," she marvelled as she ran a hand down his arm in greeting. "Being a blood sucker suits you, Dorian, you should dress up more often." He was hardly dressed up, but the blood and the fangs were hot, and he seemed a lot lighter than he usually did. It was a good look on him, and she intended to take advantage of his friendlier mood at every opportunity tonight. "What are we drinking?" she asked the room at large, getting a few interested looks from a couple of zombie guys dancing nearby. "Not you." She dismissed them with a scathing look and turned her perfect backside on them, enchanted tail swishing her annoyance in their direction. "Vodka? Whiskey?" she glanced at Dorian with a quizzical eyebrow, then back to Dorcas. "Tequila! Shots! Cocktails! Everything!" And then more! She didn't want to get Dorcas too drunk before Rodolphus showed up, but to hell with it, if D didn't get hammered on tequila tonight, then her birthday was a flop, and Tersha would be a failure of a best friend. _______________________ tag: Dorcas Amilie Meadowes , Dorian Michael Humbert and everyone! words: 412 outfit: As pictured above. notes: Happy Birthday, bitch! <3 [googlefont="Homemade Apple"][googlefont="Cinzel Decorative"] |
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Post by Dorian Michael Humbert on Feb 11, 2019 3:56:15 GMT
My promise to you always and forever
Alright, he was getting the message loud and clear. Tersha’s shocked remark about him dancing and smiling only made it that much more evident that the ladies thought he was a stick in the mud. Perhaps he was, but he was okay with that. He liked the way he was, for the most part, and besides he had a child at home to care for and who expected him home and capable of caring for her every night, meaning that even if he did enjoy the club scene – which he did not – he couldn’t be out drinking every weekend and nursing a hangover the next day. His responsibilities were wholly different from Tersha’s or Dorcas’ and he had a different approach to life as a whole. That didn’t mean he couldn’t let loose on very special occasions, and perhaps it wouldn’t hurt for those occasions to be a bit more frequent without being excessive. “Careful or I’ll add biting to that list,” he joked, intending it to be a playful threat more than anything else but the moment the words passed his lips he regretted them. He was glad the topic had changed to drinks, and prayed no one had actually heard his daft remark over the beat of the music.
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Feb 12, 2019 12:09:15 GMT
Heck yeahhhhhh! Tersha was on the exact same page as Dorcas and it was a damned good feeling. They often had similar feelings when it came to getting drunk and it was fair to say tonight wouldn't be any different. Dorcas did a turn, letting Tersha get an eyeful of absolutely everything, her tail swishing from side to side, enchanted to reflect her mood. It was going to be a brilliant night and as Tersha and Dorian had a little back and forth, Dorcas laughed. Had she been drinking, she would have spat the beverage out at Dorian's comment, instead she gasped little, "Oooooo! Kinky! Me likey!" She grinned, figuring that what Dorian had said wasn't precisely what he'd meant and it certainly hadn't meant to be as flirty as it came out but whether he'd intended it or not it was a brilliant birthday gift and Dorcas could barely believe it. "You can bite me any day, Dor. Ya don't even need to ask." Dorian kind of seemed like his former self, before all his losses in life. She needed to drag him out clubbing way more often. She liked this side of Dorian and his backside as well as the front side. The dude was damned hot all round!
Tersha yelled out about drinks and Dorcas was more than willing to get some tequila into her system. She didn't really have a whole lot of clothes to lose tonight so she'd either be naked really fast or stay fully clothed for the night. Either way it was certainly going to be interesting so she headed to the bar, her tail swishing, smacking booties as it went by. When she got to the bar she weaselled her way between people and leant over the bar, feet off the ground "It's my birthdaaaaay!!" She shouted at the cute bar tender a little way down, serving someone else. He looked at her, quirking his brow clearly trying to appease her. It was working. She hopped down, grinning as she looked around to see what talent was on offer. Nothing exciting. Dorian was the hottest piece of delicious pumpkin pie in this place. When the bar tender got to her she ordered plenty of tequila. Shots and cocktails which were all put on a tab while she waited for them all to be ready.
Tag: Dorian Michael Humbert and Tersha Alara Knight etc.
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Notes: <3
Outfit: Birthday girl costume! And the booty side!
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Post by Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange on Feb 17, 2019 5:31:24 GMT
 If I am an angel paint me with black wings
Roddy had never cared too much for Halloween. It had been fun as a child to dress up, but the treats had never been a big enticement for him, nor was getting to stay up late to celebrate. He was granted nearly everything he had ever wanted, why wait until one day a year to take advantage of what he could have practically whenever he pleased? He had spent most of his Halloweens lately with his daughter, letting her dress up and then run around with her friends until she was tuckered out and passed out in a pile of sweets with chocolate smeared across her face. The rest of the night would belong to him. Tersha had barely managed to disguise her lust for him in the form of a series of letters requesting his presence at a club this evening. She claimed it was for Dorcas’ benefit, but he had made the sexy columnist promise him a dance and he planned on taking full advantage of that promise despite his mistress’ presence. Roddy really needed to figure out a more suitable term for Dorcas now that his wife was dead. She was no longer his mistress but despite Tersha’s assertion, Dorcas wasn’t his girlfriend either. Fuck buddy seemed so crass, yet so accurate. Covering his face and neck in costume paint, Rodolphus prepared for an evening to celebrate his fuck buddy’s birthday and soon arrived at the night club.
He strolled in passed the queue that had formed outside as if he owned the place, though in actuality it was owned by a mate of his, an up and coming Death Eater and good drinking partner. Fin didn’t appear to around tonight, but his little plaything was here and Rodolphus greeted the tiny brunette, feeling up her arse as he leaned in to ask whether she’d seen Dorcas. Pointed in the direction of the bar, Roddy spotted a hot petite blonde facing the bar, her outfit barely more than a doily covering her plump arse. He approached her from behind, a position he was quite familiar with, and spoke near her ear in an appropriately soft volume. “I’ve already thought of three things I could do to you with that tail. By the end of the night I’ll have a solid dozen and I expect to see them all through.” Running his hand over her bum, the enchanted tail bumped into him as it moved itself around, seemingly at random. Was this what it was like for her when Rodolphus would smack her with his dick?
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