Adrian Pucey (pukey) wrote in cuaditchic, @ 2020-06-16 08:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, -player: mary, c: katie bell, x-c: adrian pucey, x-c: oliver wood, x-player: amber |
14 June 2020 - Backlog
Month 0, 1990
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Drinks: Whiskey Adrian Pucey had dressed in a dark purple tux complete with appropriate black bowtie for the evening. If he was being honest with himself purple was one of his favourite colors to wear. As his mother would have reminded him it was, afterall, the color of royalty. Surely anyone who would have the gall to point out he wasn't part of the league anymore would acknowledge he was still very much… quidditch royalty. Though, taking Katie Bell was a safety net just in case. That and… it had been sometime since he'd taken her out on the town. The impulse to ask her had been more on a whim of having forgotten the event was even taking place. And when he saw her journal entry it all just seemed like the obvious solution. That and she was fucking gorgeous! "Holy fucking Salazar," he greeted when he opened the door to her in that dress. His eyes were wide and his mouth agape. In a good way, obviously, as his brain basically melted and reformed itself at the sight. Katie grinned when he greeted her like that. He definitely knew how to make a girl feel amazing in a dress — not that she didn’t feel it already. “And you won’t find out if I’m wearing or not anything underneath it,” she playfully teased with a smirk. "Ooh hoo," Adrian chuckled as he reached out to place his hand on her waist and greet her with a kiss on the cheek. Stepping out of the way for her to step in. "The night is young and the alcohol is flowing." She smiled and walked in. “When isn’t the night young and the alcohol flowing for you?” She asked with a chuckle, teasing. "Ill have you know," he answered with feigned seriousness, "the answer to that question is never and I have no shame about it." He followed her into his and Graham's living room and steered toward their bar selection, "Pregame of choice?" “Hmmm,” she tapped her chin as she thought about it for a moment. “Maybe some whiskey?” "A double whiskey coming right up!" (End) Drinks: Mystery Flask As they walked toward the press area for their event photos Adrian offered Katie his signature pre-party flask. "So, are we telling them we're madly in love this go? Or are we going to make them ache on the "just friends" story?" Katie took it gladly and took a sip from it, handing it back to him. “Hmm... Let’s mess with them and say we’re madly in love,” she grinned playfully. "I’m into breaking some hearts " he smiled devilishly as he took the flask back for a sip and pocketed it in his breast pocket. Offering up his hand for her to interlock in his. She matched his smile with hers and took his hand, putting up the best and happiest smile for the press. The journalist area was crowded with paparazzi yelling for attention and demanding a smile, a pose, a kiss. Which both Adrian and Katie obliged like the professionals they are. When they got to the journalist row the questions began. "Who did you come with?" “Isn’t it obvious?” She smiled, holding up their locked hands and looking at Adrian for a moment, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. "Are you two dating?" Adrian leaned into the witch's microphone, "If we're not this interview would be a bit pointless wouldn't it?" "How long have you been seeing each other?" She looked at Adrian. “Should we tell them or let them figure it out?” She teased. She looked back at the reporter and smiled. “Adrian has been a good friend of mine for a very long time, and that’s all I’ll say.” "Why this event to announce it to the public?" Having planned for the question the both answered in unison, "Long enough to fall in love." "Hey!" Adrian smiled gleefully at her and leaned in for a quick kiss. She kissed him and leaned into him a little when they pulled back, his arm over her shoulder and down to her waist. "Adrian, is it difficult to be with someone still so involved with the league?" Still grinning wildly he answered, "Not at all, Katie is a brilliant athlete and Im truly blessed everyday she is a part of my life, but we connect on a level beyond quidditch and the fame of it." "Katie, it sounds as if you two have finally found a beautiful relationship. Are there wedding bells for Katie Bell anytime soon?" Katie didn’t say anything, she simply grinned and looked at Adrian lovingly. “Have a great night, guys,” she said to the reporters. Drinks: Chateau Puech-Haut Tête de Belier After wandering around the party for a while making sure they were seen, Katie dragged Adrian to taste some of the wine. This was after all a Wine Gala, right? “Which one should we try first?” she asked, turning to look at him and accidentally bumping her shoulder against someone. Oliver Wood turned with his glass of Chateau Puech-Haut Tête de Belier, a smile immediately gracing his features at Katie, "Well fancy bumping into you here," he greeted immediately leaning in for a hello hug. Adrian didn't notice the interaction as he looked over the wine list. “Hi Ollie,” Katie greeted him with a big smile. She let go of Adrian for a moment and hugged Oliver. “You look very handsome tonight.” "And you look ... brilliant!" The Bat's player smiled, trying his best to keep his eyes on her eyes and nowhere else. "Yeah, she does. Our girl cleans up real fuckin' nice don't she Wood?" Adrian grinned as he leaned into Katie from behind. His arm crossing over her collar bone lovingly as he kissed her cheek. Oliver stiffened at the sight of Pucey getting handsy. His brow raised as he looked at Katie with a slight disapproval in his stare, "I think you caught a leech on the way in." Katie replied to Oliver’s raised eyebrow-raising one of her own. “He’s not a leech, he’s my date and you know his name very well, Oliver,” she said, trying to stay calm and not smack both of the men on their heads. "Names Adrian Pucey if you forgot," Adrian extended his hand to the other man while still adoringly holding onto Katie with the other. "You know, just in case all those bludgers to the head over the years knocked it out of you." Oliver firmly shook Adrian's hand, "Funny, its hard to remember the has-beens in the league. So many come and go, you know." "Touche," Adrian forced a smirk firmly gripping his hand. For anyone who knew him well they would have noticed the flicker of playful taunting had vanished and a challenging malice had danced in his stare. "Course for someone traded so frequently, I wouldn't expect you to remember who was on the team that pummeled you regularly regardless of contract." The two men took a beat to stare each other down. Oliver's tense jaw and hateful glare obvious, while Adrian's subtle smirk taunted further. Both squeezing the other's hand as hard as they could to dare the other to pull away first. Katie knew something like this would eventually happen, she just didn’t know it would happen in a Gala, where all the eyes were on them. “Adrian, Oliver... Enough,” she said firmly but calmly in case any prying eyes or ears were near. She placed her hand on top of theirs to break the handshake. Her touch naturally dissolved the attempt at male dominance as Oliver looked back to his friend, "Sure know how to pick 'em don't you? When he fucks up we'll be here to clean the tears." He raised his glass to the pair of them before stepping away from the bar. Katie’s mouth opened in shock. She wanted to say something to Oliver but he was gone when her brain finally reacted. "Well he's an extra special cunt today isnt he?" Adrian said in an almost chipper voice before kissing her again on the cheek. Removing his territorial hold of her to return to the wine list. She decided to ignore Adrian’s comment and everything that had just happened and try to enjoy the night. Drinks: Unknown The bidding was usually the best part of this event. Granted this would be the first year, he himself, was not on the bidding table. So naturally, he had to cause some ruckus. Making sure to bid on everyone first… well, save for Roger Davies, who clearly put in bids for himself. Adrian was more than amused with himself. And the chuckles from the surrounding group was applause enough. When Wood chastised him for bidding on Angelina, the fun had evaporated. The Gryffindorks were onto him and all that was left was to drink more. He glanced around for his date, having lost her during the initial bro-specific gathering of low bids and snickers. “I lose you for a minute and you wreak havoc?” Katie said, not mad in the slightest though. She wrapped her arm around his and leaned a little into him. “You’re gonna get in more trouble than you need to one of these days,” she chuckled, shaking her head. "Eh," Adrian shrugged gladly, taking her arm escorting her to the bar, "That day will just be a little extra interesting is all. Did you not approve?" He asked with a playful bashfulness. She chuckled and smiled. “That bashfulness does not hide your horns, Pucey.” "I hope not," Adrian did not skip a beat, his tone casual. "I sharpen and shine them every morning. Its a very tedious process." He handed her a drink list to consider while poorly hiding his amusement. “You’re hopeless,” she chuckled, shaking her head. She grabbed the list and went through it. “How about the Marqués de Cáceres?” she suggested. "You're the boss," Adrian smiled. Ordering two the waiter obliged and he held up his glass to her. "To hopeless horny shines and high-cost charity bids, luv." “I’ll definitely drink to that,” she smiled as she held her glass and then took a sip of the wine. Drinks: Marqués de Cáceres As they made their way through the Marqués de Cáceres the very desperate need to dance came over them. Especially when Imagine Dragons took the stage. Swaying and jumping to the beat of the songs he regularly mouthed the words to Katie with wivi-music-video accuracy. His penchant for theatrics helped him navigate the appropriate times to pull her close and twirl her about. Katie mouthed the words with him, having learned the lyrics of one other favorite band. She laughed and jumped to the beat as Adrian did whatever he wanted with her. As the song came to a slower pace he reached out for her to take his hand as he stepped closer. A hand to her lower back and the other tracing delicate circles midway up. He held her lightly, but close, their dance chemistry easy and comforting. She wrapped her hands around his neck, her fingers gently brushing the back of his neck, playing with his hair as a normal couple who were in love with each other would. "Thanks for coming tonight, Kates," Adrian offered. "We were overdue for a pair off." “Thanks for inviting me. Not that we wouldn’t have seen each other if we came separated, though. But I’m really enjoying the night with you,” she admitted with a smile. "Same," he smiled, pulling back slightly to look at her "It's nice pretending to love you." “It’s surprisingly easy to pretend to love you. Who knew you were such a lovable guy?” she teased lightly. "Well, don't tell anyone," he chuckled. "The secret would destroy at least 2% of the female population and I won't have any other option than to really fall in love with you." “My lips are sealed,” she smiled. Drinks: Gregorio El Vergal Tempranillo "It was rough the first few months," Adrian nodded as their evening had transformed into one of the most honest and deep conversations he had experienced in a very long time. They'd updated one another on family drama. Discussed this season's focuses and concerns. And eventually, the topic swayed into how Adrian was really fairing as a civilian. Both sipping on the Gregorio El Vergal Tempranillo. "But now its really just a thing that happened. The project I've been working on is… exciting - Fun even. And certainly a brilliant distraction. Plus now that I'm not in the league… events like this are less about being on notice and more about being… present." “I thought you liked being noticed,” she teased lightly, but there was some truth in her words. She wasn’t sure how they had ended up talking about such deep things, but she was enjoying them. She liked being able to talk like things with Adrian. He chuckled a bit and tilted his head in acknowledgment of her tease. She wasn't wrong. He sipped his wine, "What about you though? Ever consider what you'd do if this all ended tomorrow and you joined me as a lowly plebeian." She shrugged lightly. “I would probably keep writing, under my real name this time,” she admitted. “Although writing is more like a side hobby, I don’t know if I would want it to be my full-time job.” "Riiight," Adrian nodded, remembering she wrote and wasn't half bad at it. "Well, at least if you timed it right you'd guarantee a pretty decent Author Katie Bell book launch. What would your first book be post quidditch career? A dirty little tell-all, I hope." His grin was playful, but his interest in her answer was honest. Not many people knew she wrote. Adrian was probably the only one outside her Gryffindor circle who knew it, and she trusted him to keep the secret. “Oh, it’d probably be something called “A night with Adrian Pucey” and I’d spill all the secrets of tonight’s events,” she chuckled, obviously joking. "Ooh!" Adrian snickered. “I don’t know, really. Right now I’m just worried about trading season, can’t think of anything other than that.” The rumors of one of the Magpies Chaser getting traded were almost haunting her dreams. "Really?" Adrian asked genuinely surprised. "Surly you don't have anything to worry about." She nodded. “I know it’s stupid and childish of me to think this, but I don’t want to be playing against Alicia or Angelina. I want us to stay together. We work great together.” "Mmm," Adrian nodded and took another sip. It was so easy to forget Katie was a Gryffindor vixen sometimes so he had to choose his words wisely when she brought the other two up. He offered her a shrug first then spoke. "Well, I suppose it's all in how you look at it. If - and that's a big if - they did split you lot up it's just part of the game and really it gives you lot an opportunity to grow as players, right?" Katie tilted her head to the side lightly as she listened to Adrian. “I guess I never saw it that way,” she admitted. “I guess I’m afraid of change, which is understandable but also bad. Change makes us grow, like you very well said.” "Yeah, but sometimes growing hurts," Adrian admitted with a shrug. "Like I used to say during trade season - be aware of the possibility - but don't let the fear of it consume you. You'll go mad otherwise." Drinks: N/a The evening had been a riot, from where Adrian Pucey was concerned. It had been a while since he got properly buzzed without diving into blackout drunk. The fact that he got to experience it with Katie had certainly been a highlight. They had decided to walk along the beach before deciding to retire the love charade. And Adrian, of course, insisted on taking her home. With shoes in one hand as they walked barefoot to Football CR 509, their hands were clasped for the lingering paparazzi that trailed them from the event. He glanced over his shoulder from the walking path, "You think they'll get bored soon?" He asked. She glanced over her shoulder and chuckled. “They really seem persistent. Never met paparazzi-like those before... But hopefully, they’ll give up once you drop me home.” "I mean, can you blame them?" Adrian teased as they climbed the steps to her home. "We are pretty damn pretty together." She chuckled and nodded. “We do make an amazing couple,” she agreed. She turned back to face him. “Maybe one last kiss to go with a bang?” "Oh alright," Adrian slumped his shoulders in a playful inconvenience while stepping up onto the same step as her. Pulling her closer with the arm that also held his shoes. His free hand brushing a stray hair from her face. "You know," he smiled at her, "We're really going to have to sell this one. Big finale and all." “We need to make it to the front page tomorrow,” she smiled, her hands slipping up around his neck as she let her nose brush against his. He lightly pulled her closer. Offering a few light kisses at first before deepening the exchange. The action gentle and deliberate as a fluster of warmth tickled his skin. A brief desire to not limit this to a photo op and morning headline. Her fingers tangled in his hair as the kiss deepened. She couldn’t help to melt into the kiss a little more than she was supposed to before she slowly pulled back. “Good night, Adrian,” she murmured against his lips, kissing him one last time before pulling back for good. Adrian followed her as she pulled away as though their lips were magnets. A wild grin on his face as he slowly loosened his grip from her. "Good night," he mumbled before stealing another brief kiss and stepping back - his free hand lightly tugging on her hand as he descended the step. "We should… pretend to be in love more often," he chuckled, his free hand now scratching the back of his neck. She chuckled and grinned at him, nodding lightly. “We do owe them Part 2 at least,” she suggested. Adrian shrugged as he backed down the path his boyish playfulness radiating, "We might just need to get pretend engaged. You get ready with your surprise face - I'll find a ring!" Katie grinned, unable to tone down the happiness in her face as it was very real. “I’ll practice every day.” Laughing Adrian reached into his pocket to retrieve his wand. "Goodnight, my love," he offered a theatrical bow and then apparated with a POP. “Goodnight,” she said softly before he disappeared. Seeing there were still some paparazzi outside, she waved goodnight to them and entered her home, ending their little show for the day. |