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Talking about her work as a bartender wasn’t something Dora was really keen on doing. She never hid it from anyone who knew, it wasn’t as though she pretended with her friends that she didn’t have a job – and such a lowly service job such as this one. Certainly Fin knew as he was her employer and boss, not to mention her best friend, but Liv knew as well, and a handful of other pureblooded witches and wizards that she hung about with, most of whom she had grown close to while at school and who had played witness to her family’s fall from grace first hand. Lucius wasn’t really a close friend, but he was close enough to the people who knew Dora and the Parkinsons to know what had happened in her life and exactly how far she had fallen. There was no need to hide her work from him, though if he ever came into the club on a night she was working, well that would be another level of embarrassment for the petite brunette. Acknowledging that your father swindled the wealthy out of their money and paid for it with his life was one thing, serving one of the hottest men in the united kingdom from behind a bar while your shoes stuck to the spilled liquor on the floor and your face was shiny from the sweat of working your arse off to make a few extra tips to be able to afford drinks out with your girlfriends once a month was simply more than she could bear to think about. Were he to ever picture her in his mind, she would much prefer him to visual an imagine like he saw before him now; leisurely and smiling brightly, a sparkle in her eye that showed the dark times were a thing of the past (for this week, at least), and her hair and makeup flawlessly executed to perfectly accent the outfit she had picked out for the day. If Lucius Malfoy ever closed his eyes and fantasized about Dora, let it be this image that excited him.

Dora was no stranger to dealing with people with bad breath. They got all sorts at the Starlight, though the bouncers did a fairly decent job of ensuring most everyone met the standards Fin was looking for in clientele, but every once in a while there would be some bloke who looked delicious and when he opened his mouth it made the staff sick. “Add a touch of Angelica root to his drink, that ought to make it more tolerable,” she suggested effortlessly. It was a trick one of the other bartenders had shown her a while back and despite her loathing having to be of the working class, Dora actually picked things up rather quickly. What she wanted to pick up, however, was her modeling career which seemed to be going nowhere quickly.

Dora managed to rein in the gigantic smile that wanted to break free on her face as Lucius greeted Mimosa as if she were a proper lady and not just an adorable little pup. Dora gave an amused grin instead as she patted Mimi on the head and then stooped down once more to let the pooch walk along beside them. Dora raised herself to her full height, increased a few inches thanks to her tall heels, and smoothed the skirt of her dress with her hands. Lucius was asking about her plans for the day, and her feet began moving forward as she thought about the answer to his question. “Well,” she mused aloud, then gave a little laugh. “I guess I hadn’t really thought of much beyond finding a little furry companion. I’ve work later, but that’s several hours off still.” She brushed a curl behind her ear as she looked at the handsome blond man beside her. Dora’s shift started at nine, and being that it was a weekday she knew it would be a rather slow night. She would bring books with her during weeknight shifts, and while taking her breaks she would read. Sometimes she would read about various household charms that she was still attempting to master (completely ignoring the fact that it was basically like studying which she had loathed while in school) but more often than not it was suspense novels that kept her from rapping her fingers into oblivion on the bar top out of boredom.

A cool breeze blew at their backs, kicking up the hem of Dora’s cloak and blowing her hair forward into her face. She brushed her curls back into place effortlessly and allowed her eyes to travel up the length of Lucius’ tailored suit before reaching his eyes. “And what of your plans, Lucius? Have you anything exciting going on to make me jealous of my boring plans for the day?” If he didn’t have anywhere to be, Dora could suggest a few places that might interest him, particularly between her legs but alas he was married and he probably wasn’t up for that sort of thing. A girl could dream though.

The weather was rather lovely and it was so nice to be able to stroll along the pathway that weaved through the lawns with her new little puppy tugging at its lead, trying excitedly to take in everything it could. They pair passed by a pond with several ducks swimming in the water and a small cluster of children standing at the edge, throwing stale bread for them. Mimi barked wildly and pulled on the leash, trying desperately to chase after the ducks who hardly seemed to notice her at all from this distance. Dora held tight and didn’t allow her new puppy to get away from her, laughing at how the adorable, wild white hairs on the tip of Mimosa’s ears shook frantically as the dog barked. Tugging a little firmer on the lead, Dora guided the pup away from the enticing ducks.

A deep, seductive drawl came sounded just behind her and Dora’s turned her head to see Lucius Malfoy falling in step next to her on the path. She beamed at the sight of him. He was utterly delicious and she’d fancied him for the longest time now. It was a shame he was married, she would really have loved to have the chance to slide between his sheets for a little fun. It made it all the more appealing as he walked through the lovely park in a sodding gorgeous suit that fit him perfectly as if it was made for him. It probably was. The Malfoys were rather wealthy, though she wasn’t sure just how wealthy, where he fell on the ladder. She knew that her family was near the middle for most of her life, and now they were practically the bottom rung. Fin’s family was closer to the top, as was Livia’s, though neither held a candle to the Lestranges. Everyone knew they were the wealthiest family in Britain, possibly all of Europe. But whether Lucius’ lot ranked above or below Fin’s, Dora wasn’t sure. What she did know was that Lucius had enough money to make a girl’s head turn, and the looks to make her want to drop her panties.

“Hello Lucius,” she purred, her body being tugged unexpectedly forward as Mimi caught sight of some muggle teenagers throwing a frisbee and attempted to chase after the flying disc. She pulled the lead, her steps slowing and soon coming to a stop as she stooped down to scoop her tiny dog up into her arms. “My little companion, actually. I’ve just picked her up from the shop across the way. Isn’t she precious?” Dora cooed, pressing the doggy to her chest and giving her a nuzzle then holding her up so that Lucius could meet her properly. “I’ve named her Mimosa,” she explained.

It was a New Years Eve miracle that Dora had gotten Kit out on the dance floor at all, let alone for several songs. As expected, the center of the dance floor was the best place to not feel as though he was being watched because everyone around them was too preoccupied by their own partners and their own dance moves to worry about what some hot young couple were up to. Dora twirled and shimmied and pressed herself up against Kit under the guise of trying to speak to him over the roar of the crowded nightclub. Dora sweetly suggesting they get something to drink so Kit wouldn’t have to dance to another song, at least not straight away. She was hooked on him now. Who knew he was such a marvelous dancer?! It should have been obvious from that sexy lean but muscular body of his but she had never before witnessed Kit dancing so how was she to have known?

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She was having a fabulous time. Fin always threw the best parties, so it was no wonder this evening was such a success. Dora had lost track of Fin hours ago but Kit was keeping her company and she was being on her very best behavior; dancing at – and once on top of – the table while they watched the other party goers flirt and fondle each other on the dance floor. She was ordering drinks two at a time and whenever Kit didn’t partake she would pout, and if that still didn’t work she would drink his for him. By the time the countdown to midnight started, Dora was feeling very good about herself. She was ridiculously attractive, obviously the most gorgeous witch in the place, and she was teetering on her impressively high heels from all the booze which only aided in building up her self esteem in that moment.

Ten. Nine. Eight. Dora stood beside Kit, resting her head on his shoulder as she shouted the numbers along with the rest of the club, tilting her face down so she wasn’t shouting straight in his ear. Six. Five. Four. She downed another shot and placed the glass clumsily on the table in front of them. Two. One. Cheers rang out across the nightclub as 1979 chimed into existence and Dora turned herself in towards her friend. Running her hands through his dark hair, she pressed her lips to his. It was midnight on New Years after all, a kiss was expected and practically mandatory. Running her tongue over his lower lip, she pulled away and grinned at the no doubt startled Auror. “Happy New Year Kitten.”

Dora’s birthday had only been a few weeks ago and as a special gift to herself she had nicked her bestie’s credit card and gone on a little shopping spree. She didn’t go wild with Fin’s money, not really. When she was younger and Dora had stolen her father’s cards and gone shopping, there was always a little bit of revenge in her spending sprees. Heath Parkinson had been the only man Dora ever truly loved and all she wanted in return was for her father to show the slightest bit of interest in her. The older she got, the clearer it became to the raven-haired witch that she wasn’t worth of her father’s love. She never stopped trying to earn it though, but still there was a secretive little part of her, way back in her subconscious, that wanted to make her father furious at her because at least it would be something more than ignoring her existence. She would push the envelope, as it were, and buy things she didn’t really need, though she always adored them. To this day, her closet was brimming with dresses and shoes and handbags that she had bought in an attempt to get her father to notice that she had stolen his cards but if he ever did notice, he never mentioned it to his daughter. Stealing Fin’s cards were completely different and totally an act of love, though in which direction this love flowed was still to be determined.

Using Fin’s money and knowing that there was a fancy gala coming up, Dora bought herself a gorgeous ballgown. Gold, glittery, and absolutely stunning. Not to mention that it had pockets! She wouldn’t need to worry about carrying a handbag with her or fumbling around under the layers and layers of fabric to get to her wand which she normally wore in a garter on her thigh. It was the perfect gown for the occasion and as she dressed and admired herself in the mirror she was certain her date, Fin, would agree. “You be a good girl, Mimi, and mummy will bring you back some posh snacks.” Dora patted her pup’s head as she stuck her wand in the deep pocket of her dress and scurried to the door.

Fin was waiting on the street with the carriage and as she stepped out of her apartment building she made sure to give a little twirl so that he could properly admire her. “I know, I know,” she remarked before he could warn her. “No ritzy carriage sex.” She grinned at her best friend and let him help her up into the carriage, then sat and smirked devilishly at him as he climbed in behind her. “Not until I’ve had a few drinks, anyway.” Dora make sexual jokes and flirted casually with Fin throughout the carriage ride, allowing plenty of opportunities for him to shower her with adoration and compliments. She did look absolutely stunning tonight. Fin, as always, looked hot as hell and she told him as much several times.

Their journey didn’t take very long and before she knew it, Dora and Fin were being escorted into the Minister for Magic’s back garden which was done up like something out of a fairytale. There were already so many people in attendance and Dora felt both nervous and excited at the night’s potential. “Oh, there’s Evie,” she whispered excitedly into Fin’s ear, gracefully gesturing to her friend who stood among the crowd further in to the party. “And she’s chatting with your friend, Lestrange. I didn’t know they knew each other.” How close Fin and Rodolphus were was not quite clear to Dora. She knew they hung out from time to time. Dora would catch a glimpse of the older man coming or going when she was living with Fin, and she always gave him a flirty greeting and of course she had mentioned to Fin how cute she thought the older wizard was. When she found out who he was, the wealthiest bloke in Britain, he magically became even hotter. It made sense that Evangeline would know Rodolphus Lestrange, their families, like her own, were often invited to the same functions but she had never considered that they might actually know each other more than just in passing. Maybe they didn’t, maybe they were just being polite. “I heard he’s getting divorced, the poor chap. Think he’s on the rebound yet? Euphadora Lestrange has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?”