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Angelina Johnson (fiercebird) wrote in pandorarpg,
@ 2011-12-19 16:14:00

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!status: incomplete, ^date: november 07 2003, character: angelina johnson, character: cade warrington

One bad decision leads to another.
Characters: Angie & Cade
Setting: The Nag’s Head Pub in Porthmadog Wales, Friday night November 7th, after Justin's party.
Summary: Angie wants to drink just enough to make a bad decision.
Rating: Will eventually be not work-safe

Angie left Justin's party while it was still going strong. Her mind hadn't been there really, and she'd probably apologise to Justin later - assuming her noticed since there were plenty of other people there to distract him. It had been a good time but Angie still cut out when she did, headed home and changed her clothes. She knew exactly where she wanted to go and what she was intending, and the way she'd been dressed for Justin's wasn't, well, suitable.

It would probably stun Ally and Melinda both to know that Angie had this dress in her closet, much less was actually putting it on willingly, but she had to admit a certain fondness for it and yet rarely wore it. She roughed up the bold sexiness of it with studded boots, threw on a nice warming charm, donned her coat and headed for Porthmadog.

Porthmadog had a few wizarding shops and pubs hidden - in plain sight if you knew where to look - including the one called the Nag's Head, which was Angie's destination. It wasn't a dive, exactly. the floor were clean in the early evening at least, and there was good food, better service, and even better drinks. The firewhiskey was excellent, and they brought in some stronger racial brews as well. Better yet, the ale wasn't a bit watered down. It was a bit pricey for anything close to top shelf, but you were getting what you paid for. Angie however didn't exactly intend to be buying herself too many drinks.

She found a spot at the bar after doffing her coat and leaving it at the closet in the front. Handily spelled so that only the wearer or bartenders could remove a patron's coat for that patron, it was a surety she'd get it back later. She found herself at the bar fully prepared to buy her own first round if no one jumped at the chance to save her the trouble. It was late, so there was already a decent crowd and she turned a few heads relatively quickly. Good. She wanted to get pissed and belligerent, and the faster the better. It didn't take too long before she'd gotten herself to the 'happy' stage, which for Angie meant challenging the unsuspecting to a drinking contest. Which to some of those men, meant being ~~emasculated~~ outdrunk by a pretty woman in a very fitting red leather dress.

She was well on her way to a much better night than she'd had in a while.

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godofwar
2011-12-20 07:08 pm UTC (link)

Over the past week, Cade had moved past grimly determined, through exhausted, and into wired. He was running on fumes - not that he'd let anyone know it - and that meant he was chock full of barely contained tension and temper. He needed to let of steam, but the practice rooms at the Ministry weren't enough. He needed the kind of relief that came from beating someone bloody or shagging someone stupid.

He wasn't quite sure which it was he was looking for when he stepped into the Nag's Head. He'd just gotten of duty and hadn't bothered to go home to change before apparating out to Porthmadog. Cade preferred the Nag's Head when he was in this kind of mood. there was less likely of a chance of him running into someone he knew.

At least, that's what he thought before he noticed the small, rowdy circle near the bar. There seemed to be some sort of drinking contest going on and Cade wouldn't have paid it any mind if he hadn't caught a flash of a red dress and brown skin in the thick of things.

After getting a tumbler of dwarven whiskey from the bartender, Cade headed over. His brows rose as his suspicions were proven correct. "This is the second time I've run into you in a red dress, Johnson. If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were wearing them for my benefit." Not that he'd mind. Like the night of the masque, Angelina's dress did stunning things to her figure. And Cade noted his eyes weren't the only ones drawn to the cleavage on display.

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fiercebird
2011-12-20 08:12 pm UTC (link)

The self-proclaimed power drink across from Angie reached for his next shot of whiskey, his eyes bleary and his hand shaking. He got the glass halfway up before he and it slid slowly sideways out of the seat and onto the floor. there was a chorus of groans from his mates that was drowned out by the cheers when Angie seemingly effortlessly downed her own and slammed it down on the table.

Angie wasn't nearly as unfazed as she seemed however. She knew that she'd wobble if she stood and she ought to get some food in her so she could forge ahead. She put in and order for a massive plate of chips and then turned - a bit too quickly - at the sound of her name. She actually scowled when she saw who it was. "Bloody hell, Warrington why're you here?" she asked crossly, crossing her arms under her chest.

The rest of what he said filtered through and she snorted in a very unladylike sort of way. "Like I'd be getting my kit or - or off - for you. Bloody coincidence it is. I hardly ever even wear dresses." She was in fine form already.