sally-anne (sperk) wrote in afortic, @ 2013-05-05 18:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | caidren warrington, sally anne perks |
Who: Caidren Warrington & Sally-Anne Perks
When: Monday, May 6th. Evening.
Where: Caidren's club pub, The Fiery Crup.
Rating: TBD.
Warnings: Katie's OCD. This thread will expand here as it is simultaneously completed in a gdoc.
Mondays really weren't typical days for reckless behaviour. But then again, Sally-Anne Perks wasn't often described as typical. Since she ran her own cozy business, she set her own work week. And although she did intend to be open on a Tuesday for the mid-week customers searching for a last-minute furry friend for Mother's Day, Sally didn't necessarily feel obligated to be there to open. That's why she hired a clerk, right? So that meant she could decide on a whim what nights were for bad decisions and what days weren't. It felt like one of those nights. She had always been a notoriously impulsive person. Restless didn't even begin to describe the tiny redhead. But lately, it had been worse. There was something in the air, Sally-Anne was convinced. Something gloomy, which made the stormy London weather even gloomier. She couldn't put her finger on it, and she was never someone to invest much in tea leaves or crystal balls. So she decided the best solution was simple avoidance. Popping into the darling pub around the corner from her combination shoppe-flat felt like the cure. To be honest, she had first been attracted by the name. A consummate animal person, Crup immediately piqued her interest. The fact that it was governed by a dashing young Pureblood that she knew more from reputation than personal experience was just a bonus. She didn't know Caidren Warrington very well when they were at Hogwarts together. He was a year older. And of course, he was a Slytherin and she was a Gryffindor. The rivalry was storied. But she always had such a weakness for Slytherin boys. And besides, he had been courteous enough when she slinked up to his bar. And despite their banter, he had been more than memorable later that night, when she was pushing him down on his bed and undoing his pants. Tonight, she wasn't exactly trying to impress. She was pretty sure Caidren would remember her. So why get all dolled up if she was just "Barkeep!" she sang teasingly. Caidren was keeping an eye on the pub as he normally did on the slower nights. He had spent the day with Iona and although he had considered taking the night off to spend at home, he found himself in the pub. It was no big secret that Caid was restless. The current Ministry alone was enough to put him on edge but it was more than that. Caid was just in a strange mood, between dealing with Iona and the pub, the last thing he wanted to do was to be subject to the whims of the power hungry Minister of Magic. He was dressed as he normally was, the wizarding robes had been discarded in favor of the tailored dark colored trousers that fit him like a second skin and the matching dark button up shirt. It might have been mistaken for silk but in reality it was a unique blend of expensive fabrics that had been made for him by one of the best wizarding seamstresses. He was lounging in the corner, pale eyes drifting over the newcomers that appeared in his pub. He had no desire to engage any of them, he was calculating and watching. Sally-Anne was an enigma to him, she was the complete opposite of anything that he normally paid attention to. She was a former Gryffindor and that fact alone was very telling. Caidren had always gone for the quiet Slytherin pureblood girls with more properness than sense. He had dated too many of them and he had never found one to hold his interest for long. He couldn't figure out why but he got bored far too easy. He watched her, the outrageous outfit amusing and not at all the deterrent that it should have been. He was smiling as she took up residence at his bar and he shook his head as the bartender served her. He took his time and crossed the pub floor, sliding into the spot next to her. "You've come to prove you don't drool, Miss Perks?" Funny, Sally-Anne also gravitated to pubs when she wanted to push the Ministry to the back of her mind. She didn't like to dwell on the changing tides. Not because she wanted to close her eyes and hope everything went back to how it used to be. Quite the opposite, actually. She was a spitfire -- and although she didn't like to admit, she didn't always know when to bite her tongue. She was afraid the more she fixated on the direction the administration was going, the more likely she was to open her mouth and say something stupid to the wrong person. She was already identified as family to a pair of Suspected Terrorists -- she didn't need to draw any more attention to herself. So when she wanted to take her mind off things, she hit the firewhiskey. En route to the bar, she was pretty sure she caught a peek at Caidren in her periphery, but she pointedly ignored him in favour of the bartender. But if she pushed her arse out just a little more, bending enough to lift one heel off the floor and fold at the knee to kick her foot up, it might've been intentional. Just maybe. She did have a nice butt, and leggings always made a nice butt look even better. Or so she thought, checking herself out in her floor-length mirror in her tiny bedroom. Waiting until the barkeep finally relinquished a half-glass of firewhiskey (no ice) before she half-turned to peek over her shoulder at the Crup's owner. He wasn't what she usually shared the covers with either. Not from lack of curiousity, though. But Slytherins like Caidren Warrington required much more effort and maintenance than she usually invested in a fling -- he embodied class, sophistication, breeding, and confidence. It was pretty damn hard to resist, too. With a bemused turn of a smirk on her lips, she lifted her brows and cocked her head at an angle. "Right here? Right now? Merlin, Warrington. I didn't know it was that kind of establishment. But if you insist..." she teased, before helping herself to a healthy sip of her drink. Nnn. That hit the spot. "Right now, Miss Perks," Caid teased, uncharacteristically at ease. He nodded to the bartender who handed him one of his favorite drinks. He kept his gaze on the shorter redhead as he leaned against the bar. "I'm beginning to think you just like my firewhiskey." He watched her toss back the healthy size drink and was amused by her ability to handle the strong drink. He turned his gaze toward the door where a pair of men had just entered, both Slytherins from a few years above Caid. He let his gaze wander over the pub, just keeping track of who was where and any suspicious people. It was tense in the wizarding world and he wasn't going to be caught unaware by anyone. Especially not when he had been working to add new elements to his pub. He turned his attention back to Sally-Anne, wondering again why he was so intrigued by her. She was definitely not someone that he would have taken time to get to know, something about the girl was different. He wouldn't linger for the moment but they both knew that she was going home with him at the end of the night. "That's one good thing that can be said of you Gryffindors, you can drink and always have healthy tabs by the end of the night." Caidren smirked as he reached up to tug on one red braid. Running the tip of her tongue across her top lip, Sally-Anne basked in the heat of that whiskey, scorching its way down her throat to her stomach. She loved the way she sounded after firewhiskey -- it made her voice huskier, just a bit rougher. It did wonders for her laugh, too. She showcased this, allowing a bubble of throaty, whiskey-flavoured laughter to filter past her grinning lips, even as she delicately pressed a hand against his hard chest. Her fingers curled into where the expensive fabric of his shirt was unbuttoned, high on his breastbone. "Oh, Mister Warrington," she purred, exaggerating the come-on. "I like you for your cock, too." Yep. No one ever said a Gryffindor wasn't blunt, right? And Sally-Anne could be very to-the-point when she wanted to be. Of course, it helped that he didn't arrogantly proclaim that they both knew who was going home with who, even if they both did know. Because if he said it, her stubborn Gryffindor pride would flare up and suddenly she'd be playing hard to get. Or as hard to get as Sally-Anne Perks could play, which wasn't very hard to get at all. Ignoring the way he split his attention, Sally-Anne made a note of it anyway. She tried not to admit just how edgy everyone was these days, but a part of her respected him anyway for his vigilance. He certainly wasn't going to get caught with his pants down -- not that she was about to make that joke. She scrunched her nose when his hand found her braid, giving it a healthy tug -- and trying not to think about just how that little gesture went straight to her core, elevating her body temperature and increasing the pitter-patter of her heart rate. "You're just lucky I sold an entire shipment of nifflers to Gringotts today," she continued. "I can afford to rack up a big tab tonight. Speaking of which..." Sally-Anne flagged down a second drink. Oh yeah, she was going to get plenty squiffy. Always made the sex more fun. |