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Tweak says, "Theres no such thing as enough"

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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fiercebird
2012-01-17 08:15 pm UTC (link)

Angelina felt pure satisfaction when her fist met Cade's jaw. She'd probably feel pain in her knuckle later, but right now all that mattered was that she hit and it felt good.

She wasn't sure what she was expecting in a response, but that smile was not it. It threw her off partly because it was unexpected and partly because it actually made her blood thrum. So she was completely taken by surprise when he wrapped an arm around her and apparated her...somewhere.

She was slightly dizzy for a moment - unexpected apparition did that - and then she noticed three things. One, she had no idea where she was. Two, Warrington was extremely close. Three, she was not afraid; she was turned on.

Still she shoved at him, but not with true conviction in the push. "Where the hell are we?" Her eyes were fixed on his face because it was suddenly very, very difficult to look away.

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godofwar
2012-01-19 07:19 am UTC (link)

"Dwfr Du." Cade knew his response to Angelina's question wasn't much of an explanation at all. He didn't care. He had her alone, pressed against him, and her blood was up.

She tried to push him away, but there wasn't any real force behind it, something he found both curious and not entirely satisfying. "What's the matter?" His lip curled slightly, somewhere between a sneer and a smile. "All bluster now that we're alone? Need an audience to work up the courage to strike a man?" He wanted to push her, see how hard she'd push back now.

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fiercebird
2012-01-20 05:24 pm UTC (link)

That didn't help one bit and she was sure he knew it. Blood warmed her skin, making it hot when he goaded her again. "Sorry, you've just pretty much kidnapped me and you're getting on my case for not being angry enough?" She shoved him harder now, her hands curling back into fists. "It wasn't the audience that made me hit you and you bloody well know it."

Her nostrils flared as she gave up trying to keep her temper under any sort of control. She was in a dangerous situation her. She was just drunk enough that apparating on her own was a bad idea, not to mention she didn't know where she was apparating from. But she was sober enough to be in control of herself and her actions - not that that was any comfort. Even without a drop of alcohol in her, she was still feisty and prone to trouble. "What you problem? Couldn't stand to let people see a woman hit you? That why you brought me here?"

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godofwar
2012-01-25 04:42 am UTC (link)

That next shove was hard enough to break Cade's hold and his body hummed in interest. Ah, there it was, Cade thought with a kind of dark satisfaction that settled across his features. She was so close to letting that temper really explode and he wanted to play with that fire.

"Oh, my problems are many and varied but that's not one of them," Cade said, voice low and dangerous. "I brought you here, so I could see if you'd have the brass to hit me again without being obliged to arrest you for striking an auror." He stalked closer, unhooking the clasp on his cloak so it fell to the floor as he approached. "But I don't think you really have it in you. That or you're too scared to see what it leads to."

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fiercebird
2012-01-25 11:36 am UTC (link)

There was something about the way her was looking at her that made her very nearly shiver, and not in fear. Oh she was certain he could terrify someone when he needed to, but the dark look in his eyes only made her blood burn pleasantly.

His words however were still infuriating. "Why? What do you think it will lead to? I told you before," she replied, her voice crackling with heat, "I'm not afraid." Why he brought her here for a fight was beyond her at the moment, but she had no problem obliging. She let her fist fly again, remembering the satisfaction from when it had connected before. She'd already hit him in public; what made him think that now they were alone she wouldn't do it again?

Of course, he was probably still just goading her own and she was playing into his hands. That was another irritating thought, but she shoved it aside. It didn't matter because hitting him had felt exhilarating, manipulating or not.

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godofwar
2012-01-25 07:52 pm UTC (link)

Cade didn't bother answering Angelina. He was too busy watching her, the way her chest rose and fell, the anger and heat in her eyes. He watched her tense, saw muscles flex, and he knew what was coming - had been hoping for it.

But this time, he didn't let the blow land. Letting his training kick in, Cade brought up an arm to deflect the punch and, instead of dodging away like one might expect, he moved forward into Angelina's space. She wouldn't have the opportunity to punch again with any kind of strength with him standing so close. Close enough to catch the scent of apples coming off her hair.

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fiercebird
2012-01-25 08:33 pm UTC (link)

Angelina saw that Cade was still watching her with that same dark intensity as she let her fist fly again. But this time, this time he deflected it so smoothly, she didn't quite follow the movement. Then suddenly he was closer to her, too close for her to get any sort of vantage point. He was driving her crazy and it wasn't just because she was annoyed.

She was turned on. It wasn't just anger in her eyes as she looked up at him. She didn't know what game he was playing at but she was game for it. She tilted her head. Her eyes wandered over his features for a moment, her lips slightly parted, almost invitingly. And then without so much as a change in expressed she raised up and thrust her head forward doing her absolute best to headbutt him.

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