Who: Millicent Bulstrode and Marcus Flint When Monday evening, late Where: Millie's Townhouse What: Good, clean Slytherin fun...and a booty call. Rated/Status: M for Mature audiences - shagging inside my friends, incomplete.
Millicent was comfortable. Denims that lovingly hugged her curves, bare feet with pedicured toes, a tank top under a low cut t-shirt - both clingy in the right spots. She had music playing a bit more loudly than normal and she was making a pitcher of martini's. Even if she hadn't been expecting someone - she would still make the drinks. If nothing else they would help her sleep. But that was the issue. Millicent was still on a buzz from traveling and wasn't ready to settle into bed like a good girl.
The fact that she had invited over Marcus Flint more than proved she was in an unusual mood. Normally she wold lock herself in her labs and wrk till she fell asleep. Tonight however was different. Tonight was... She shook her head and poured herself a drink with three olives in the glass. She sipped it and then reached up and took her hair down, letting the dark silky tresses fall down her back. Her fingers ran through them restlessly.
She went and found the house elf that her mother had given her upon moving out, Hettie, and instructed her again that Marcus Flint was on his way over and she was to let him in. Hettie was protective of Miss Millicent and there had been times when she wouldn't let people in because she wasn't sure if the Mistress truly wanted company or not. After making sure of that, Millicent made her way back into the living room area on the first level. She settled on the couch and pulled out a journal to work on the after taste issue Marcus had mentioned. Might as well make good use of the time until he arrived after all.