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C. Warrington (godofwar) wrote in pandorarpg,

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.