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Post by meme2 on Mar 6, 2010 18:48:13 GMT -5
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Post by peter on Mar 6, 2010 19:33:55 GMT -5
 YOU THINK YOUR HOT SHITand oh i love it i love it For the longest time, Peter didn't know this 'secret adult world' was here. Even when he turned 17, he didn't know of this place. It was right under his nose the entire time. It was someone at work that told him about it. He pretended to know what this guy was talking about, laughing along with him and nodding, though he had no idea. It would have been awful if the guy asked Peter a question regarding the place, then he would have felt stupid to nod along and have no idea what he was talking about. So he looked into it after it was mentioned to him. Sure enough, there was such a place. He discovered it when he was 19, and now he was at 20 years of age. So it was a little over a year of coming here. Now he didn't feel so out of place whenever it was mentioned. It was a nice breakaway. He was the oldest of four with parents not around very often, so of course he usually had to deal with little children, running around and getting everything... sticky.
He was wearing his regular out of work clothes. Which was simply a pair of light jeans and a white T-shirt along with a pitch black coat for the chilly night air. His hair was recontly cut, so not as up and everywhere as he would have liked it, but not bad. And he was way too lazy to try to figure out a spell to make his hair the perfect length, even if one was in use. There was a hint of dark in his hair more then his usual golden blond hair. It was like a dark underneath with blonde hair covering it. Very bizzare. The only he got, the darker the hair. Wasn't it backwards? Probably.
He had been at the Trojan bar for most of the night, only on his second round. So he was starting to get there, but not quite reached that limit yet. Not even tipsy. He still walked, talked, and more importantly, thought fine. After a few more of them, however, it was probably going to be a different story at hand. His head swung over, feeling his hair jerk with his movement and settle down. His blueish green eyes scanned the bar to see if he could find someone interesting to talk to. He didn't do this too often, so hopefully he would make the most of it.
Something caught his eye at once. He took a few moments and tried to figure out if he had seen her before... she sure did look fimilar. Like he saw her walking by somewhere. Wouldn't doubt it. Though seeing what he could of her, he was pretty sure he would remember a face like that if he had talked to her. She had darker skin then he did and matching dark skin. However, there was a redish/pink streek in her hair that really brighted her up. The rest of her figure was absolutely stare worthy. Peter held his tounge in his mouth. Most guys, when they saw something they liked, they stared. Some of them even decided to touch. All of that. However, Peter was what was called a licker. Sure, he stared, but the urge in him wanted to take his giant flexible tounge of his and rake it across. Not that he did it often, but he had it happen a couple of times.
Though he looked away when she was looking in the direction, as if he was never looking over at her. Surprisingly enough, she went and sat next to him. Peter wasn't very experienced on a lot of things, but flirting was defintally one of them. Thats what had gotten him in trouble in the past. He always seemed to have the jealous girlfriends who didn't want him to talk to any gir whatsoever, let alone flirt. Well that wasn't acceptable. And it got him in trouble. But now he wasn't thinking about any of that, but only on what the nature course of him told him to do. "Hey dollface." [/b] He told her. It wasn't an odd thing to call girls dollfaces or dear. It was just something he usually called them. He looked around her, expecting another guy to take the seat next to her. He made a devilish grin when no one seemed to. Peter was a big guy anyways and hoped he wasn't going to be getting into trouble. "Your not here with anyone, are you?"[/color] He asked, taking a gulp of his drink, but turning back to the stranger. He had seen her somewhere, but he couldn't put his tounge on it. It was like having a spell playing through you head. You knew what it did and how to cast it, but for the life of you, couldn't remember the name of it. Even if you didn't need it at that time, it still nagged at you to remember it. It was starting to become the same way with Peter and stranger. You would think he would remember someone with that figure. --------------------------- Status: Finished O.o Tagged: Lizzy Lyrics Used: Hot Mess by Cobra Starship Notes: Let it begin >:3[/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by meme2 on Mar 6, 2010 22:02:41 GMT -5
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Post by peter on Mar 6, 2010 22:48:28 GMT -5
YOU THINK YOUR HOT SHITand oh i love it i love it Oh, times he was glad he was single. This was defitnally one of the times. He didn't have to worry about a bloody moody mess when he went away. He didn't have to worry about keeping this a secret because the girl would get offended. Or even her finding out and then having a big fight because Peter never told her about the mysterious girl at the bar. So much easier and more fun of a life that way. Though it didn't mean that Peter wasn't looking out. He supposed he was just waiting... he didn't expect to find the one he was hoping for soon. It just didn't seem like a likely thing. Knowing his luck, she would be taken anyway. So until then, he was planning to test and drive to see what he got. Though he hadn't gone very far with any girl at all before. Pretty sad, considering most of the people he knew were sex addicts. When those conversations came up, he nodded and pretended to know what he was talking about.
She didn't look like she was going to send him off anytime soon, which was a good start. She started to speak and Peter let her voice fill his ears, then giving one of his famous smiles. His smiles were very dashing and one of the best things about his looks, and he knew it. It stretched from cheek to cheek and was very white and bright. He was told (though the girl was drunk, so who knew) that it could light up a dark room in an instant. And she wasn't here with anyone, though teased Peter that she could be for him. He liked the sound of that. At least for the night being. "Brilliant." He cooed, making the word flow swiftly through his mouth. Now that he was sitting where he was sitting, he noticed a lot of eyes toward her. Just like Peter had. But alas, he grasped her first. "I'm going to have a lot of competition." He said out loud, looking back at her.
Some of the eyes looked away, seeing that their chance was swept away in one moment, but there was others who looked determined to steal her away. Then there was the ones that were looking at Peter with jealously in their eyes. Oh, it was fun to make others jealous. So with that, he held his head high. Now Peter was a very big guy. He was extremely tall (and the hair just made him look taller then he was) with a very built upper body. It may have looked like it, but that was only because he was wearing a loose shirt. If one could see him without his shirt, he was pretty well into shape. He had to if he was training properly to become an auror. One had to be in shape enough to fight the death eaters. Even if in the end it came down the accuracy of the spells and the mental strength. Physical helped.
Elizabeth. Good. He could remember that. He was hoping it wasn't some complicated name that he had a hard time remembering, especially with a couple more drinks. He might have even shortened it. Most of the Elizabeths he knew had the nickname of Lizzy, which might have came out of his mouth by habit. But he'd tried to call her by that, as she might not enjoy nicknames all that much. She'd tell him if she wanted a nickname. "Peter." He told her with a sideways grin. Then he looked at her again and remember where he had seen her before. In the Ministry. But it had been nothing more then a couple of walkbys. He heard of the family name, and heard they weren't all that friendly. Remembering that sudden made him look at the stranger in front of him a little differently.
Peter being Peter, he couldn't keep much within his own thoughts. He was the one that had to tell the world what he was thinking. With that, he asked, "Have I seen you in the Ministry before?" He asked. His tone was still surprisingly friendly. There was something else about her that he was told, but he couldn't quite remember it. Though it probably wasn't all that important, so mentally, he put it off to the side. Her family he had heard of, but wasn't too fimilar with their side or their attitude. Just that other families sometimes called them snobs (other families as in his own parents). But since he had no way of telling how, he didn't question it. Surely someone this good-looking couldn't be too much trouble, could she?
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Status: Finished O.o
Tagged: Lizzy
Lyrics Used: Hot Mess by Cobra Starship
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