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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.
Words: 392
Notes: <3
Outfit: Birthday girl costume! And the booty side!

Dorcas' mind was in another place altogether. She wasn't away with the fairies, fantasising about things outside of the realm of possibility, she was more thinking about how she was going to break the bones of the people that were watching her pass by. People passing judgement on her was not new and she was not afraid to deal with people should they go a little too far in judging. As a hand grabbed her arm Dorcas twisted to face whoever had hold of her, her free hand pushing forward, aiming upward as it flung through the air towards the face she was now glaring at. She was not in the mood for being grabbed. It could have been the minister himself because no one grabbed her and with her fist flying through the air she realised it wasn't the Minister that was grabbing her (and why would he apart from the fact she had a smashing good arse) but it was as close as she could get without it being the man himself. Too late to stop it, Dorcas' fist was headed straight for Antonin's face and part of her hoped he'd duck or dodge but a larger part of her hoped it connected with that beautiful face of his, leaving a decent mark as a reminder not to grab her.

Tag: @antonin
Words: 222
Notes: <3
Outfit: Funeral wear, still a hotty.

"Well. And. Truly!!" She exclaimed as though it was fact. Well it was. She'd well and truly like to get into those panties and have a little fun with the newest Lestrange. She was well and truly capable of wooing a woman, although she wasn't sure that Lilith would be up for anything fun, she seemed like a serious broom in the mud and Rodolphus had commented a time or twenty about how his brother wasn't getting any, and that was usually accompanied by a hearty laugh at his brother's expense. Rabastan not getting any seemed absurd. He was attractive, more so than his brother, so why would he not be out there, getting laid to his hearts content? Loyalty to a single sexual partner still seemed absurd to Dorcas. Possibly why she'd never actually had a relationship, she wasn't the sort to cheat she didn't think, but she couldn't be tied down to one person, it wasn't in her nature. When she saw a pretty face she wanted to sleep with the pretty face. She didn't always for whatever reasons, but the urges were there and she couldn't ignore every urge she had, she'd end up a frigid bitch. Much like Mrs Lestrange. "That can be your Christmas day fantasy: me trailing kisses down over her body and spreading her legs." She smirked, "Well now I'm just making myself horny."

Dorcas didn't really have any idea what was to come next. She'd never really talked much to Tersha about these things and anything Tersha had to say about them usually made them sound kind of boring and uneventful. She threw in a few details here and there about some people drinking more than they could handle and ending up embarrassing themselves but there really weren't enough of those stories and never enough about people Dorcas was pleased to hear embarrassed. "What, you don't think I could pass as a virgin?" Bloody hell, that card had gone long, long ago and while Trist had been a lovely first time, things had still been awkward and she'd been totally unsure of what to do. He'd taken the lead and been gentle with her. Merlin how things had changed since then. "Well I suppose I'd be up for a fight. If I'm not getting laid may as well try and fight my way out of a sacrificial thing." Both fine options for a young lady. Not that she was exactly young. She was still in her 20's, so she could count that as young still.

Dorcas was moved about by the arse, something she was accustomed to when she was with Rodolphus although not while under the gaze of a hundred judgemental eyes. Yeah, she was likely to win award for least popular tonight, but did she really care? Nope, but if people were willing to stare then she was willing to put on a show after a few more drinks. Just as she was contemplating what she could get up to, she was forced before two people she had little interest in socialising with just yet. She wasn't at that level of drunkenness where she'd just blurt out whatever was on her mind which made interactions with stuffy bitches like the hot blonde in front of her, way more interesting. "Bastan," She greeted with a sly smile before she turned to look at Lilith, clearly checking her out, "Blondie." She gave a little suggestive quirk of her brow at the blonde, keen to see how drunk Bastan 'n' Blondie were. Rabastan certainly seemed as far gone as Rodolphus, possibly more so, but Lilith seemed irritatingly with it. How the hell had Rabastan married the most frigid bitch in all of the United Kingdom?!


Tag: Lilith A. C. Lestrange and Rabastan Aramis Lestrange and Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange etc.
Words: 622
Notes: <3
Outfit: Eat, Drink, And Be Wasted!

The way that Voldemort spoke suggested he was speaking to a much larger crowd of people. He was loud and certain and Dorcas wouldn't have been surprised if there were thirty other death eaters in the room, ready to pounce her for being an Auror, all hidden under invisibility cloaks. That never came, what did come was the pain Rodolphus had talked of earlier but it didn't bother Dorcas, yet at the same time it didn't exactly turn her on like she was fairly certain Rodolphus thought it might. She was just rather indifferent to it and soon enough, Voldemort was raising his wand and on her arm sat a fresh tattoo, a snake protruding from the mouth of a skull, slithering and moving until the ink settled. There was still a sting after Voldemort had released her arm but Dorcas paid attention to his words. Plans for her? That made her sound somewhat special but she was willing to bet he said that to all the new recruits, he was their leader after all, it made sense that he would have plans for his followers. She just hoped she wasn't canon fodder - that would be a real disappointment!

Voldemort and his lackeys left and Dorcas felt a little more relaxed. She turned about to face Rodolphus who was still in his mask. "This is the point where you relax your balls." She told him, heading for the door they came in, recalling the directions in reverse so she might get out of this place, wondering just what exactly she would do tonight to 'celebrate' although she really didn't feel up to much, perhaps she'd ditch Rodolphus and shovel ice cream into her mouth at home, that was more her speed for the rest of the evening.


Tag: Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange
Words: 297
Notes: <3
Outfit: This + the black robe Roddy got her, m'lord.

Friends? Really? That was such an interesting choice of word for someone like him to be using. Dorcas thought she could see his appeal before but every minute with this man it became more and more obvious how he was building himself a small army with such deranged individuals. Still, he said he liked her and that was enough to give Dorcas cause to believe that she was to receive her Dark Mark this evening, however there could be no relaxing, not even for a second, for she had to keep her mind on things like the death of the Anderssons whilst eliminating nearly all emotion from the situation. She thought of times with Rodolphus, his presence in her home and her fascination with his dark mark. She recalled the night she first saw his dark mark, when he was summoned from her bed. She'd always suspected it was there but she'd never pushed on the subject. At least once his mark was uncovered she could start asking questions, finding her way in.

There was a slight pause but Dorcas waited patiently, something she could do under certain circumstances. She was asked for her arm and she raised it in front of herself, letting the sleeve fall back to her elbow before she straightened it, giving it to the Dark Lord, wondering if he was going to cop a feel of her cloak again or if he was going to get on with business. She hoped she'd get her Dark Mark now because honestly, after what Rodolphus had said, she was curious as to what it felt like, and she'd have been lying if she said she wasn't a little turned on at the idea of it hurting just a little in just the right way, though she would of course not react in such a way that might give away her enjoyment, however she was certainly going to let her mind enjoy it freely because after all, there was always the chance that Lord Voldemort was looking through her mind for her reaction to receiving his mark. If he got off on others being uncomfortable with it then he'd probably be disappointed with her reaction.


Tag: Lord Voldemort
Words: 366
Notes: <3
Outfit: This + the black robe Roddy got her, m'lord.