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kinjal bhatia knows no rules. (freeforalls) wrote in pandorarpg,
@ 2012-02-01 00:15:00

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!status: complete, ^date: november 14 2003, character: kinjal bhatia, character: percy weasley

Characters: Kinjal Bhatia & Percy Weasley
Setting: 14 November (Friday), around 10:30PM. The Honeypot.
Summary: Kin just wants to make some profit, tonight, all right?
Rating: There be sexual situations, most definitely.

Kinjal had always thought that Friday was the best night of the week. It was the night that ended out the work week and she'd always found that while other nights of the week might bring in enough, Friday was definitely the most profitable. Tonight was looking pretty good so far, considering she'd only started her shift a half hour ago after spending most of the earlier evening with Samara and her other guests, but she was looking forward to the rest of the night hopefully being more profitable.

What she'd have liked right about this moment wasn't another one of those men who only came around once a month or just because his co-workers or friends had brought up the idea of a group outing. She wanted something easy. Someone from whom she knew without a doubt the best way to get what she wanted out of him. And it was as she scanned the room from the vantage point of the bar that she caught the perfect answer to her desires walking through the door. She smirked slowly.

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youngestmformev
2012-02-01 05:42 am UTC (link)

Percy hated himself.

The nightmare came back last night, as expected, and with it reminders of Penelope and how she was gone, and despite the fact that he was now sharing his flat with his little sister (temporarily, or so she claimed), he felt lonelier than he had when the flat was his own. And as he'd done far too often of late, he turned to the Honeypot to alieve himself of that loneliness, for which little cure was found in the midst of work, more work, and even more work, interspersed by family and terrible nightmares.

As usual, he had glamoured his hair to appear dark brown, his glasses to wire frames, and placed a fedora on his head (he preferred them to the bowlers that Minister Fudge had been so fond of). He topped it off with a high-necked robe, and though he wasn't the most inconspicuous, at least he wasn't easily recognisable.

He nearly had a heart attack when he walked in and spotted his brother George with a friend down near the stage, ogling a dancer with a mask on. He almost turned and ran, but much as he hated to admit it, he needed this more - particularly when he spotted her at the bar.

He tugged his robe up as if keeping a wall between himself and his brother, and snuck off to the side where it was darker and he could sit for a moment in peace. He knew when she was available, she would come - he had always recompensed her well for her time, as he had so few vices and could thus afford those he did have.

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freeforalls
2012-02-01 06:10 am UTC (link)

Kinjal recognised him, of course. It was hard not to, considering that it was ever so obvious to her that he wanted to keep his identity hidden from anyone who might see. It made her think that he had a reputation that he needed to protect, and that had intrigued her from the very beginning. The fact that he had tipped her quite well had helped as well, and that was why she never ignored when he came in.

As it was, she subtly watched as he moved around the room, taking note of where he sat. She waited a few moments, not wanting to seem as though she was desperate for his business - especially as she wasn't (she wanted it, sure, but she didn't need it and that was the difference), and then she pushed off the bar. She took her time making her way over to where he sat, leaning over the back of his seat, her lips almost but not quite touching his ear, she said, "Can't stay away, can you?"

She knew how he worked, and she knew what worked, and that was why this relationship worked so well.

	youngestmformev 2012-02-02 06:08 am UTC (link)
	Yes. "I'm sorry," he pleaded, though despite his words he felt a strange sort of relaxation as he was finally given what he needed most and willingly gave himself over to it. "I will do anything to make it up to you." He stretched out his hand, trying to touch her again, but deliberately this time, as if trying to earn more 'punishment'. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)