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and I can't look away

Tersha froze. Dark eyes wide as searchlights, she arched one perfect brow, or maybe it arched itself. Either way, it had attitude. "Erm, excuse me? No, we're not. We're not having babies." She considered for a moment that Dorcas was winding her up. Tersha's best friend had a wicked sense of humour, so it was entirely possible, but at the same time, Dorcas knew that Tersha would take a knife to Dorcas' wardrobe if she got too wicked with her. Granted, that would hurt Tersha more than anyone, because Dorcas probably wouldn't give a shit about her clothes getting destroyed, but that wasn't the point. This wasn't funny. "Are you winding me up?" She still hadn't moved other than to pull the other eyebrow in for a frown. "What about us being baby free, young and beautiful forever?" She dropped her gaze to eye Dorcas' stomach scrutinizingly.



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tag: Dorcas Amilie Meadowes
words: 182
notes: <3
outfit: Can't wear white around babies, huh?

and I can't look away

Drinks with her best friend was always one of Tersha's favourite activities. She and Dorcas were kept busy with work and Dorcas had a family now that she was married. Tersha was still a lone wolf, but she did have a lot of social engagements to keep. Namely drinking, partying, flirting with beautiful men, searching for her next husband because she wasn't quite rich enough for her liking. She had a lot of other friends who liked to demand her time, too, though none of them could quite handle her the way Dorcas could. She liked having the one best friend who she could just let rip with and be happy in the knowledge that her bestie was just as wicked as she was. There was nothing Tersha could say to Dorcas that would make the tiny brunette raise so much as a questioning eyebrow. Their bitch-o-meters were perfectly in sync, and hopefully always would be. Married life hadn't changed Dorcas so far, so that was a good omen for their friendship as far as Tersha was concerned.

The Ambrosia Lounge was their place, it might as well be named after them, really, they spent that much time there. Tersha sashayed in right on time, happy when a few male heads immediately turned in her direction. Flashing her mega-watt smile, she sauntered up to the bar where Dorcas was waiting, making sure her hips had a little extra sway about them, long legs on full display. "Hey, hottie," she said, sliding onto a bar stool and staring at Dorcas' half empty cocktail glass. "Where's mine?" she demanded, only slightly annoyed that Dorcas was already drinking and hadn't thought to order Tersha a drink, too. In fact, how long had she been there if she was already near the bottom of her glass? "Were you early?" Tersha quizzed, brows knitting together. That wasn't like Dorcas, she usually didn't give enough shits to be anywhere early.



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tag: Dorcas Amilie Meadowes
words: 359
notes: <3
outfit: Can't wear white around babies, huh?

and I can't look away

"Greg! GREG!" Greg was too busy kissing her neck an groping her arse to respond. "Gary?" she tried. Nope. Still no response. His tongue was getting wetter and wetter, and it was starting to feel like he was actually just slobbering on her neck like a Bernese Mountain dog. Tersha was getting fed up. "Look, George," she reached her hands up and gave him a firm shove backwards. He unstuck himself from her neck with a sickening sucking sound. Eww. "It's been nice, but I'm done." George looked confused. "You're done?" "I'm done." She nodded. George moved in again, trying to grab her arse for another go, and she swung her enchanted tail round and swatted his hand away, pushing against his chest. "I said I'm done." Maybe it was the tone of her voice, or the menacing flash of her hazy drunken eyes, but Geoff backed off, lip curled in annoyance. "Whatever, bitch," he shouted as he disappeared into the crowd.

Tersha flipped her hair over her shoulder, pushed Geoff and his slobbery lips out of her mind, and turned to find her friends. Where the hell were they all? She rubbed Greg's slobber off of her neck, crinkling her nose as she wiped her hands off on her catsuit. She could see Dorcas sitting over by their table with Freya and Rodolphus, but she had no idea where everyone else had disappeared to. She wondered if Dorcas had managed to forget about her little 'inviting Roddy to the party' slip up. If she'd had enough drinks, she definitely wouldn't remember her grudge by now. She looked quite happy as Tersha approached the trio, and was being pulled up by Freya. Tersha did not want a kebab. She did want another drink and someone else to dance with. "Roddy's gonna pass because he's dancing with me," she said, looping one arm around Rodolphus' neck with a bright smile. "Aren't you, Hot Rod?" He was, whether he liked it or not. Dorcas didn't need him right then, she could have him back after food, and Tersha could bump and grind with the hottest commodity in the building.



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tag: Dorcas Amilie Meadowes , Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange and everyone!
words: 390
outfit: As pictured above.
notes: She's awful. <3

and I can't look away

Dorcas made a fabulous threat of bitch slapping the drink out of Tersha's hand, and Tersha bit her lip with an even naughtier look on her face. She honestly couldn't take Dorcas' grump seriously, and anything she said was just amusing to Tersha, but she had to try and control her reactions. Outright laughing would only lead to more bitching, and it was Dorcas' birthday, she needed to let the situation blow over as quickly as it could so that they could move on to having fun. And they would have fun. Give it half an hour and she was sure Dorcas would be in a much brighter - and much tipsier - mood. An hour and she'd have forgotten all about her little tantrum. "Love you," Tersha grinned at her best friend and twirled her umbrella around in her cocktail as Rodolphus complimented her. She was used to being complimented a lot and it made no difference whose mouth it was coming from. She shot Roddy a wink of appreciation, and turned to the group as he asked if they were into toasting. "To the sexiest bitch in sexy bitch city!" she said in a loud voice that practically drowned out the music and got the attention of a good chunk of the club.



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tag: Dorian Michael Humbert , Dorcas Amilie Meadowes , Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange and everyone!
words: 255
outfit: As pictured above.
notes: She's awful. <3

and I can't look away

Dorcas let out a tiny gasp at Dorian's provocative - however unintentional - comment, but Tersha merely grinned in appreciation. She and Dorcas couldn't be the only ones in the room who would love to be bitten by someone as incredibly sexy as Dorian, but right now, they were the only ones getting his attention, and boy was it a huge perk of the night. Dorcas skipped off to the bar to order Merlin knew what drinks. Tersha would literally drink anything, she wasn't the least bit fussy as long as she got good and drunk, and she turned to take Dorcas' place, dancing with Dorian while the tiny blonde turned heads at the bar. "I feel like I'm getting to know you so much faster tonight. Dancing, biting. Who knew?" she teased the handsome Auror as she shimmied slightly closer to him. Not close enough to touch, but close enough that she could feel the heat emanating from him as he danced, her eyes drinking in the finer details of his appearance.

The blood on his clothes was another sexy touch, and though he'd gone for a very subtle approach to his "costume", up close, it really worked. He didn't need much to pull off being a hot vampire. Hell, he would have been fine just with the fangs and that gorgeous smile of his. She glanced over her shoulder to see how Dorcas was getting on at the bar, and bit her lip with delight to see a tall, handsome skeleton groping her arse. There was only one person that could get away with doing that without being kicked in the balls - Rodolphus had decided to accept her invitation. She had worried whether he would show up or shy off, but a guy like that didn't shy away from much. She averted her gaze, turning back to Dorian and nodding in the direction of the bar, not noticing Dorcas trying to give Rodolphus the cold shoulder. "The birthday girl found her present," she said, leaning in closer to him so he could hear her better without her having to shout. "Looks like you're all mine while she plays." Her hips swayed to the music, tail swinging around to whip Dorian on the arse. He was a dream to torment.



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tag: Dorian Michael Humbert , Dorcas Amilie Meadowes , Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange and everyone!
words: 422
outfit: As pictured above.
notes: She's awful. <3

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.



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tag: Dorcas Amilie Meadowes , Dorian Michael Humbert and everyone!
words: 746
outfit: As pictured above.
notes: Happy Birthday, bitch! <3

Dear Big Rod,

I make everything my business as a rule. I'd rather not know what you get up to with D, though. Some things can't be unseen. I'm going as a leopard. Tight cat suit, sexy little ears, claws to die for.


Tersha x