Cassius Clinton Warrington (mynameisclint) wrote in amesoeurrpg, @ 2013-01-22 21:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | !!closed, !!thread, !player: jenn, penelope clearwater |
Who: Penny and Clint
When: Tuesday night
Where: Loaves - Muggle Pub
What: Catching Up
Rating: Language
Status: Complete
Clint would never admit it but Penny's flirting and his mates flirting set him on edge. Penny was... different. He couldn't quite name what it was but he'd always respected her and that was rare for Clint. He didn't have much respect for women. Course, he blamed his mother but really? He was an ass on occaion and he knew it. Still, they'd never had sex but he remembered when they'd become semi-friendly with one another. She'd found him in the library and that had been a shock to them both. He thought for sure no one had seen him come in but he'd been engrossed in a fiction book written by Radiculi Ragsbar, a famous magical fiction author. Of course, people didn't know he read the way he did but Clearwater had found out and even though she was muggleborn... he wasn't TOO rude to her. A few years later they'd run into one another at a muggle bookshop just outside of the Leaky and had started talking and then drinking and had ended up back at her place with his hands up her shirt and hers down his pants and somewhere in the middle they'd passed out. At least, he thought it was something like that.
It'd been a first for him and whenever he'd come home, he'd owled Penny and they'd sit and talk... occasionally about his love life and then... his sister. It was a weird, easy friendship though it'd always been riddled with sexual tension but they hadn't crossed that line. He'd found out she was a romance author... a secret few knew. Of course, he supposed it was only fair. After all, she knew his secret love of the written word and he knew hers. Heading into Loaves, a muggle joint that few magical folk frequented, he sat down in the corner, near the fireplace. It was bloody cold as a witch's tit and he wasn't used to the wet, annoying as fuck rain.
Ordering an ale, he relaxed, his back to the wall. Catching site of Penny, his pulse quickened just a bit. Fucking gorgeous. Sure, he made fun of pasty English women but he wouldn't fucking let anyone know he wanted to fuck the shit out of perfectly pale Penelope Clearwater. Aside from the fact that no one in their right mind would believe him, he didn't exactly want it public knowledge that they kept each other company. Standing up, he gave her rakish grin and a light kiss, barely brushing the corner of her lips.
"How're you?" he asked, sitting back down.