Post by Deleted on Sept 12, 2013 21:25:42 GMT -5
808 | théo | i did it!
I'm the girl you've been thinking about, the one thing you can't live without. Yeah I'm the girl you've been waiting for, I'll have you down on your knees, I'll have you begging for more.
There was still what you could probably call a substantial chill in the air -- it was still quite wintery, if truth be told -- but that hadn't stopped Carrera from making her way out onto the tiny balcony off the back of her apartment. In defiance of the weather, she had charmed the small space to keep the snow and wind and cold out. She sat now with her feet kicked up on the railing, an empty wine glass rolling lazily in her fingers as she looked out onto the twinkling lights of the rest of Diagon Alley. She had needed this. It was peaceful, especially because the only sounds that were making their way to her ears were those of cheer and laughter and good things. What a nice change from recent life.
Carrera heard a huffling sound and looked down, only to grin when she saw Tonka, her tiny Yorkshire terrier puffing around the legs of the chair. "Do you want to join the party, too, my sweet thing?" she giggled, reaching down to scoop the pup up. Tonka's tongue quickly found any inch of skin that was readily available, tail wagging full tilt. Carrera laughed, scratching Tonka's head as the little dog padded around on her thighs to find a comfortable position to lie down. "You know, I said I was going to go out tonight, and if you get too comfy, I'm going to feel bad and not go out, and then I'll fall asleep, and I'll wake up disappointed. And I'm afraid that isn't an option tonight."
She put her wine glass down on the table, beside what had been a half bottle of red wine. Scooping Tonka up in her arms, she made her way back into the house to raid her closet. It had been quite some time since she'd been out and dressed up. Since she'd ended up at Florean Fortiscues... Carrera shook her head to dislodge the thoughts that were floating into her mind and clouding her head most uncomfortably. That was the last mindset she wanted to have when she was planning on going out. The thoughts made her sad, and she couldn't have that. Not tonight. She'd felt like that for far too long.
It wasn't hard for her to decide on what to wear: her favourite black lace dress with the three-quarter sleeves still fit her like an absolute dream, even after all of the training they were doing in their off-season. Paired with some curled hair, a little vampy make-up, and some skyhigh heels, she was completely ready to go out.
But where?
As she strode into the kitchen, she grabbed another bottle of wine off the shelf, tapping the cork out with her wand. After pouring herself another glass, she began to thumb through the local advertisements she had amassed over the last few months. If there was anywhere worth going nearby, they'd advertise it, wouldn't they? Many of them were for bars and clubs she had already been to in the last few months, and for some reason she didn't want to pick an old standby tonight. She wanted somewhere new. She held a square sheet of parchment up to see it better, taking a sip of her wine. "This one looks good, yeah Tonka?" she asked absently, the pup yelping back in an apparent agreement. "Settles it then," she hiccuped, tipping her head back to swallow the rest of the glass she had only just poured. No sense in wasting time. She bent down to plant a kiss on Tonka's head and then took a step back, closing her eyes to concentrate.
Had anyone ever told her if wine and Apparation went well together?
Luckily, she arrived without a scratch, much to her pleasure. Carrera straightened herself out and walked into the building with a nod from the security guards. She hadn't been this excited for a night out in so long. Maybe the wine had a little to do with it. But only a little.
The music was loud, but not overpoweringly so. The heavy bass had drawn many of the patrons to the dancefloor. She looked around, spotting a quieter bar and some couches set above the main floor in a loft. Another security guard nodded at her as she walked up the stairs, "Miss Bristow." She somewhat doubted that she would ever get used to people recognizing her.
After ordering herself a drink, she settled onto a couch in one of the darker corners, content to people-watch to start her night. Her eyes fell on a young man, certainly not much older than she was. He was, well, gorgeous. She inhaled before taking a sip of her drink, her lips curling up into a smile. She would not mind at all if her night crossed paths with his.
Carrera heard a huffling sound and looked down, only to grin when she saw Tonka, her tiny Yorkshire terrier puffing around the legs of the chair. "Do you want to join the party, too, my sweet thing?" she giggled, reaching down to scoop the pup up. Tonka's tongue quickly found any inch of skin that was readily available, tail wagging full tilt. Carrera laughed, scratching Tonka's head as the little dog padded around on her thighs to find a comfortable position to lie down. "You know, I said I was going to go out tonight, and if you get too comfy, I'm going to feel bad and not go out, and then I'll fall asleep, and I'll wake up disappointed. And I'm afraid that isn't an option tonight."
She put her wine glass down on the table, beside what had been a half bottle of red wine. Scooping Tonka up in her arms, she made her way back into the house to raid her closet. It had been quite some time since she'd been out and dressed up. Since she'd ended up at Florean Fortiscues... Carrera shook her head to dislodge the thoughts that were floating into her mind and clouding her head most uncomfortably. That was the last mindset she wanted to have when she was planning on going out. The thoughts made her sad, and she couldn't have that. Not tonight. She'd felt like that for far too long.
It wasn't hard for her to decide on what to wear: her favourite black lace dress with the three-quarter sleeves still fit her like an absolute dream, even after all of the training they were doing in their off-season. Paired with some curled hair, a little vampy make-up, and some skyhigh heels, she was completely ready to go out.
But where?
As she strode into the kitchen, she grabbed another bottle of wine off the shelf, tapping the cork out with her wand. After pouring herself another glass, she began to thumb through the local advertisements she had amassed over the last few months. If there was anywhere worth going nearby, they'd advertise it, wouldn't they? Many of them were for bars and clubs she had already been to in the last few months, and for some reason she didn't want to pick an old standby tonight. She wanted somewhere new. She held a square sheet of parchment up to see it better, taking a sip of her wine. "This one looks good, yeah Tonka?" she asked absently, the pup yelping back in an apparent agreement. "Settles it then," she hiccuped, tipping her head back to swallow the rest of the glass she had only just poured. No sense in wasting time. She bent down to plant a kiss on Tonka's head and then took a step back, closing her eyes to concentrate.
Had anyone ever told her if wine and Apparation went well together?
Luckily, she arrived without a scratch, much to her pleasure. Carrera straightened herself out and walked into the building with a nod from the security guards. She hadn't been this excited for a night out in so long. Maybe the wine had a little to do with it. But only a little.
The music was loud, but not overpoweringly so. The heavy bass had drawn many of the patrons to the dancefloor. She looked around, spotting a quieter bar and some couches set above the main floor in a loft. Another security guard nodded at her as she walked up the stairs, "Miss Bristow." She somewhat doubted that she would ever get used to people recognizing her.
After ordering herself a drink, she settled onto a couch in one of the darker corners, content to people-watch to start her night. Her eyes fell on a young man, certainly not much older than she was. He was, well, gorgeous. She inhaled before taking a sip of her drink, her lips curling up into a smile. She would not mind at all if her night crossed paths with his.
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