Post by adrienne on Feb 23, 2010 21:59:24 GMT -5
--- it’s a bad trip on a sinking ship ,.
WHERE NO ONE SEEMS RESPONSIBLE [/font][/size][/center][/b]
[/size][/font]He had sent the letter as he always did, privately, by owl, then by a house elf who had left the envelope on her dresser . It was a simple request, to meet her at the Green Dragon Pub.
Sneaking off campus had been easy enough, and once outside the boarders, she had evaporated to her home in France to get dressed. Every time Brett had an inkling that he wanted her, it was always the same, and yet she had not given herself to him yet. He was persistent, she would give him that. She honestly wouldn't have put up with herself with the way she was treating him. A tease, a taunt, she would sit in his lap or drink his drink, always flirtatious and seductive. She would always get him so close to losing control, to believing she would let him have her.
Then she would get up, wish him a good evening, and go home. She walked around her old room, grabbing her clothes she would wear that evening. Something dressy, but sexy. Something that he would like, something that was so...her.
She dressed quickly, making sure she looked good, before apparating out of her room into Knockturn Alley. She clicked down the street and to the pub, reserving them a room and asking a few bottles of various alcohols be brought up. She then mounted the stairs and moved up.
The room would do. It was darkly dressed, not as elegant as her own room but it would suffice. She slipped down to the private sitting room and poured herself a tumbler of brandy, lighting a few candles, and took her seat on the love seat, with all intentions to wait for him.tagged brett
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