Conrad "fails at life" Warrington (sophismata) wrote in blurred_lines, @ 2009-06-08 23:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! [1980-06] june, conrad warrington, kate proudfoot |
Who: Conrad Warrington & Kate Proudfoot
When: 8 June 1980; Very late in the evening
Where: A Muggle strip club in London
What: Conrad gets caught doing very bad things.
Rating: R for language, naked women and Conrad being a pervert
Status: Completed log.
Why was she following a stupid pervert around? Kate was quite uncertain what the answer to this question was. And yet she was here, following Conrad Warrington around as if he were actually going to lead them to something. She had thought it might be an interesting idea at the time - that she might possibly find something useful out because he might possibly lead them to something useful - but the longer she trounced about behind him the more she was beginning to think this was not likely. On the bright side he didn't seem to be intelligent enough, or aware enough to notice that she was following him around in the first place. She fingered her wand, wondering if maybe she should just give up entirely and return to camp. It was likely that she was much more useful there with all of the women and hostages than she was here following this pervert around. The fact that he'd completely stared at her breasts (and she was fairly certain grabbed her butt at one point) had not left her mind. She turned up her nose as she paused at a nearby building, leaning casually against the side of it and pretending that she was most certainly and definitely not following anyone in the immediate vicinity. The last few days of Conrad's life had seriously sucked. First he got the shite kicked out of him by his old dormmate (and he was still limping a bit from the still-regrowing chunks of flesh Pepper had ripped from him) then he was set on fire and shoved in a fucking closet. Only to wake up as a hostage. And then dumped out in the middle of nowhere. As if that weren't enough, he'd come face to face with just how very terrifying Rodolphus Lestrange could be that morning and that was something he never wanted to experience again. Just about the only thing he had going for him at the moment was the fact that he was still alive. The terrorists hadn't killed him and neither had Mr Lestrange. After spending the last few days completely convinced he was going to die in one form or another, he was actually, despite the sheer amount of utter shite he'd been through, kind of happy to just be alive. But fuck he wanted a beer. Except he wasn't fucking allowed to have a beer and oddly that seemed to be the one order he was capable of remembering at the moment. Fuck. Instead he was left to wander around London, staring wistfully into the various bars and pubs that he passed. And then his attention was grabbed by a bright, blinking sign promising naked women. Ooooh! Well fuck, if he couldn't have beer, they hadn't said anything about tits! At least not that he could remember? Well aside from the part about not staring at them when they belonged to purist girls, but these were Muggle tits! And they were being put on display for him! Feeling a good deal more cheerful about the world at large, Conrad pulled open the door and found himself a seat at the front of the stage. Kate watched Warrington enter a strip club? OH Merlin, she thought to herself as she stared in horror from her position. She had a sudden desire to just turn around and go back to camp. She couldn't go into a Muggle strip club. Or really any strip club. She certainly didn't want to follow a Death Eater pervert into a Muggle strip club - although with that thought she jolted herself into the sheer irony of the situation. A Purist. A Death Eater. In a Muggle strip club. A Muggle strip club? Her lips spread into a slow smirk and she immediately pushed herself off of the wall and followed towards the club. The door opened and two drunk men came out and Kate slid past them, sliding into the dim light of the building. Unsurprisingly almost everyone in the club was male, and this earned her an odd look or two as she stepped away from the doorway and to a place where she could see a bit better. Where had Warrington gone? she reached into her bag and pulled out a camera. This had to be documented, and hopefully it could be used in some way or fashion - but if nothing else, she thought, she would have proof that when it came to pretty women, the Purists weren't actually so pure. Conrad was obviously completely oblivious to his tail, and really even if he had known that Kate was following him, he probably would have just tried to get her to sit down with him and enjoy the show. But instead he was completely transfixed by the show taking place before him. Yeah, sure, he was a Death Eater and believed the purer the blood the better but you couldn't say the Muggles didn't know how to put on one hell of a display. Definitely better than the stuffy arse shite that most of the purebloods seemed to think was entertainment. There was a pretty blonde woman dancing in front of him now, stripped down to nothing but her bra and knickers and god, he couldn't stop staring, his mouth open slightly. He probably wasn't supposed to do that, was he? Wait, no that was what they were here for. To be stared at. And then she took her fucking bra off! Conrad's jaw dropped as he looked up at her and then he stood, moving as if he didn't have the slightest control over his actions. He was just drawn to this woman. This beautiful, almost naked creature, standing in front of him, dancing for him. He wanted to touch her. No, he needed to touch her and he reached out with both of his hands to grab her tits. Kate didn't take time to be horrified by this display - although you could be certain that she would do so later. She snapped the photo, framed with the light behind him, and later she would slightly impressed that she had managed so well in such poor light, and then she pretty much ran. There would be nothing else useful from this person and she really did not want to risk being in the same five mile radius as him any time in the near future. Outside of the club she tucked her camera away and couldn't help but grin though. If the photo worked, then they would have something amazing to show the Wizarding World, and she couldn't wait to get back to the camp and share it with Gina. Conrad's world consisted of nothing but himself and the beautiful, beautiful woman in front of him. He certainly didn't notice Kate and her camera, he didn't even notice the very loud and large bouncer yelling at him as he grabbed the stripper's tits. Right up until the point that an arm was wrapped around his waist and he was dragged forcibly from the club. "NO TOUCHING THE LADIES!" the man yelled as he dropped Conrad on the pavement outside and slammed the door in his face. Well fuck. |