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Christopher Summers ([info]chrisss) wrote in [info]finnigans_rpg,
@ 2015-01-17 23:11:00

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Entry tags:character: chris summers, character: pandora montgomery

RP: Bourbon, because why not.
Who: Chris + OPEN
What: Chris is at Finnigan's late on a Saturday night
Where: Finnigan's Pub
When: Saturday 17th January
Rating: SFW, I'd assume

Chris felt like a indulging in a good strong drink tonight, because why not. He'd thrown on his leather jacket and even conceded a scarf (because London gave Boston a run for its money this time of year) and had apparated to Monument Alley from the house in the city. He cracked to a magical stop outside the pub and rubbed his hands together, hurrying into the warmth of the bar.

He took a stool at the bar, surprised to see one still open at 11 at night on a Saturday, but he was glad for it and so didn't bother asking the neighboring customers if anyone else had taken it. He gave the bartender a nod and what some people might call a smile and ordered a double, neat.



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[info]chrisss
2015-01-25 06:11 am UTC (link)
"A little better?" He asked, looking mock offended, "is that all?"

This time when the bartender came over he waved him away.

"I think we can do better than a little," he continued, "I think I'd like to kiss you again," he nodded. And then she nodded, and he crossed the space between them once more and kissed her more slowly this time. His tongue ran gently across her bottom lip, and his free hand came to rest on her neck, in her hair.

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[info]pandacharms
2015-01-25 06:18 am UTC (link)
Her lips turned into a faint smirk, and she widened the gap between her fingers a little more. "Is that better?" she teased, her regular restraint as such things, or worries, tempered by enough alcohol to make her feel more comfortable, though she'd always felt comfortable with him, for whatever reason she couldn't readily discern.

She nodded her assent, leaning into him lightly as he kissed her. One arm slipped around his shoulder and neck. She followed his lead in this, though in most other things she was the headstrong stubborn one. She sighed softly against his lips and then parted hers at his urging. It was almost overwhelming, it had been so long, and even longer since it was someone she really cared about. In a way, it was scary, but she wasn't paying attention tot hat right now, just focussing on the feel of his lips against hers, kissing him back slowly, feeling it as warmth spreading slowly.

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[info]chrisss
2015-01-25 07:16 pm UTC (link)
Chris puffed out a laugh at her response and nodded, "a little" he said.

When she opened her mouth to his, his temperature began to rise and he took her invitation, deepening the kiss. All thoughts of who might be in the bar or who might have ruined her week flew out of his mind.

Breaking the kiss, a little suddenly, he smiled at her - his charming smile - feeling bad as he remembered that she'd had an awful week and was already tipsy when he'd arrived. "I'm sorry," he started, "Well, not about kissing you, but about the timing. I don't mean to take advantage of a bad mood and a strong drink." He explained. He sat back a little, giving them both some space, as he willed his heart to calm its racing.

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[info]pandacharms
2015-01-25 08:14 pm UTC (link)
Dora's fingers combed through the hair at the back of his neck, slowly and languidly. She felt warm more from the kiss than from the alcohol, and she blinkd almost owlishly when he pulled back a little abruptly. Her hand trailed down his shoulder and arm as he leaned back, and her lips went unconsciously into a faint pout.

"You're not taking advantage," she assured him. "I'm not that far gone." She'd know, too, she thought, having had enough experience with self medication with alcohol. "And my mood is much improved, especially if I don't think about the bad stuff." Like her fucking arsehole brother.

Her fingers traced aimless patterns on his forearm, but her attention was all on him. "If I'd had a few more it'd be a different story," she conceded with a faint nod. "But I'm steady 'nough." If overly warm. She was tempted to go down to her tank, but she was also very aware she hadn't glamoured her arm earlier either.

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[info]chrisss
2015-01-27 07:02 am UTC (link)
"Overly warm? You're very overly dressed for this sort of pub, I'd say. Just come from a fancy dinner or something?" He asked, laughed, fingering the fabric of her robe near her knee, where their legs touched.

"And as for taking advantage, my mother would kill me if I were to do more than see you home and kiss you goodnight this evening, but I would like to do both tonight if you'll let me, when we leave that is."

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[info]pandacharms
2015-01-27 08:25 am UTC (link)
"I'm a bit warm," she did admit, fanning her face with her free hand. She smirked briefly. "Which is probably your fault," she added in a sweet tone, eyes crinkled faintly in amusement. "But I don't think a Muggle tank top and yoga pants is quite pub attire either." She fingered the sleeve of her left arm unconsciously, her attention on where he was touching.

"Well, your mum does have a good point, and far be it for me t'naysay it." Gentlemen outside of the formality of her usual circles weren't nearlt so many. "Though I wouldn't complain for more than one kiss before then." She grinned again, though she was also nervous at being bold. The drink did help that. "Gentlemen are so hard to come by anymore."

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