juniper; DORNEY (jdrny) wrote in reduxpitch, @ 2016-12-14 17:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, character: juniper dorney, character: phillipa flint |
who ? pippa flint and jun dorney
when ? wednesday night, 14th december
where ? muggle london
what ? party hard
status ? complete
It had been far too long. Jun had informed Pippa of this, too, but they were both probably quite aware without the information. Before babies and work and boyfriends and just general boring grown-up shit, Jun and Pippa had been very good at partying. But since Jun had gotten pregnant, perhaps even before, they’d just hadn’t had the time. Which Jun felt was a crime. Months earlier, Jun had suggested to Pippa that they go out and then they... hadn’t. Not because of lack of wanting, Jun was quite sure, but just because they hadn’t. Tonight, that was going to change.
They’d started at a place in Muggle London that they’d gone to when they’d been twenty and as expected it had been terrible. Jun had banned all nice wine from being consumed that evening, insisting that if they were going to do this, they might as well drink shots. This meant that by the time they got to the third club, crowds around them, Jun felt reasonably tipsy. Or more realistically, quite a bit drunk.
“This is fun, yes?” She signed since frankly it probably was too loud for a spoken conversation anyway. Leaning against the bar, Jun waved at the bartender to bring them shots of... some description. He did, so she couldn’t have been all that unclear in her order. “We’ll do these and then there’s dancing,” Jun informed Pippa.
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Phillipa couldn't remember the last time she'd gone to a club - not counting the ones she and Viktor had gone to in New Orleans. Prior to that, she had no idea. She'd been too busy getting her own up and running and that certainly wasn't the same as going for fun. Going out for fun meant clothes she hadn't worn in ages, no wine per Jun’s rules, and way more straight liquor than she'd had in a while.
She felt warm and happy, and a bit fuzzy, as she leaned back against the bar and tilted her head to smile at her friend. “So fun,” she signed back, glad her motor skills were intact enough for that still. When the shots came, she grinned at the bartender and took one for herself, handing the other to Jun, raising it in a toast before tossing it back.
Her nose scrunched and she stuck out her tongue briefly from the sting of alcohol, but then it was gone and she was left with the buzz of happiness that alcohol gave. “Let’s dance.”
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Even without being able to actually hear the music, Jun knew it was loud. The vibration travelled through the floor inasmuch as it did through the people around them. It was one of the things Jun liked about clubs, had forgotten she liked about clubs - the ability to feel the music. She led both her and Pippa through the crowds of people until they were in the middle of the dance floor, moving with the sound (in Pippa’s case) and vibration (in Jun’s case). It was pleasant. Relaxing, in the sort of way that going clubbing was never actually relaxing.
Jun had no idea how long they’d been dancing but as the crowds moved around them, she felt a brush against her arse, which she mostly ignored until it turned into rather grabby hands against her arse, making Jun stop and turn around. The guy, grinned at her as if somehow she was to feel complimented by his hands touching her body. She didn’t. “Fuck off,” was what Jun offered him instead, only to receive some comment involving both the word ‘sweetheart’ and ‘good night’ in it, but Jun missed most of it. Still, she felt rather confident in understanding the meaning. Then, he reached out again and Jun did the only sensible thing someone who’d had quite many shot could do - she punched him.
The laughing was probably not doing Jun a great deal as she watched blood splash down over the guy’s shirt, when he reached out to--well, she couldn’t imagine that it was going to be ‘touch her arse again’, Jun took a step back, turning to give Pippa a wide eyed look before taking her hand and dragging her through the crowds and out the door, since Jun was rather sure a security guard was ought to appear sooner or later.
“I take it back,” Jun informed Pippa leaning against a wall in the alley way as she tried to stop giggling. “That was fun,” she said before bringing up her hand to look at her red knuckles. “We’re going to have to find a new club, I think,” she added with a smirk once looking back up.
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Dancing was fun and easy, especially both with that much alcohol already in her system, and Phillipa let herself get lost in the music and movement. The air was hot and thick thanks to the amount of people on the dance floor, and she could have stayed there a long while except the abruptness at which Jun stopped, which made her stop in response to see what was going on. Her brow furrowed, not having caught everything but knowing what was likely happening based on the scene in front of her. And then Jun punched him.
When the man moved toward her friend, Phillipa took a step forward and was prepared to… well, she wasn't sure exactly but it would hurt, whatever it was, but Jun caught her hand first and she gladly fled with her outside. She laughed as they broke out through the door, stumbling until she caught the steadiness of the wall and leaning against it.
“I can help that,” she said, nodding toward Jun’s hand. She had her wand on her, but then the spell seemed to blur in her mind and she laughed again. “Or maybe not now. I might take your hand off by accident. Later!” Smirking, Phillipa glanced toward the entrance of the alley that led to the main street. “On to the next one?”
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“Yeah, signing’s going to be super hard with only one hand,” Jun informed Pippa with amusement. Her hand didn’t actually hurt, though, whether that was how it really felt or just down to the alcohol, Jun wasn’t sure. She supposed she’d find out tomorrow morning. “Merlin, it’s been too long since I’ve punched someone,” she informed Pippa but did also nod at the question.
There were plenty of other Muggle clubs scattered across the street they were on, so it was mostly down to choosing between one that looked bright and one that looked brighter. “Do you think we can get into more fights?” Jun asked, mostly thoughtfully than suggestively. The answer, she suspected, was ‘almost definitely’. Especially if they carried on doing straight shots of vodka everywhere they went. “Maybe we should,” Jun suggested mostly jokingly. Probably. It was hard to tell with the amount of alcohol and adrenaline currently cruising through her.
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Phillipa took Jun’s good hand and led her out of the alley, standing at the mouth of it and looking over their options. There were plenty, so it was all down to making a choice which was not the easiest when one was a bit drunk.
“I don't doubt we can,” she replied, snorting with laughter. There wasn't much likelihood that men would stop being handsy idiots and neither of them were willing to put up with nonsense, so it seemed inevitable. “I don't think I’ve ever punched someone?” Phillipa mused, her nose scrunching as she started a path down the sidewalk toward a club she'd decided on. “I've cursed people, though. Well, my mother. She had it coming. Maybe I should have punched her instead.” She quirked an eyebrow at her friend as they went past the doorman. “Is it fun? The punching?”
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Jun had to walk at somewhat of an awkward angle to ensure that she could catch everything that Pippa was saying, but she did manage to laugh when Pippa said that she’d cursed her mother. “Was that an enjoyable experience?” Jun asked with some amusement. She knew she had a very different relationship with her own mother and had very little doubt that Pippa’s most likely had deserved it.
“I certainly had fun,” Jun said glancing down at her hand briefly, it wasn’t swollen, just a touch red, which really could’ve been from the cold anyway. “I’m not sure I’ve ever really cursed anyone,” she added thoughtfully. “It’s probably for the best, really,” Jun added. She didn’t exactly have the easiest of tempers, so chucking vases and mugs at people seemed a lot safer for them than Jun’s attempts at cursing someone with magic.
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“It was,” Phillipa confirmed with a smirk. Or it had been, sort of. It had felt good, she knew that much. It was something that had been building for years and actually doing it had barely scratched the surface. She led them over to the bar and ordered another round of shots over the loud music playing.
“I mean, it wasn't the best idea I’ve had, but it was good at the time.” Phillipa offered the bartender a smile and took the shot glasses from him, holding one out for Jun. “Here, it'll keep your hand from hurting,” she said, winking before drinking her own.
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“Oh, really? Cursing your mother wasn’t the best idea?” Jun teased with a grin, before reaching for the shot Pippa had ordered and downing it. The other woman was right, the booze would certainly ensure Jun forgot all about her hand. “Why did you curse her?” She asked curious, giving the barman a wave to refill their glasses. The way it was going, Jun was quite sure the night would prove fun but perhaps not memorable, not if the alcohol had any way in it.
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“She hurt Marcus,” Phillipa answered simply, frowning at the memory. “Like, slapped him. He had scratches on his face from her claws at his engagement party.” Cursing her had been worth it, even if it had gotten Phillipa back through her father. She took the glass from the bartender automatically, shaking her head. “They're idiots, both of them. Not Marcus - my parents. Obviously.”
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“Oh,” Jun offered because truly she knew fuck all about Pippa’s siblings apart from the fact that she had them. Two brothers, Jun thought. She had no idea which one was which, though, nor did she thought she cared a great deal. “Well, it sounds like she deserved it,” Jun commented before smirking slightly. “Though punching might’ve been more appropriate since she’d opted for the physical rather than the magical,” she added giving a grin to the bartender when he returned with more shots.
Whilst Jun did reach for it, she paused rather than taking it, figuring she might as well give it a small break. “You know we’re probably far too old to be drinking this much, right?” She asked Pippa but in no way intended to discourage them from carrying on.
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Phillipa had considered it, briefly, but had decided against actually having to touch her mother. Though it would make sense for it to be a punch rather than anything else if she did, considering the lack of physical affection between them in her life. “She deserved it,” she agreed with a nod.
Her gaze flickered down to the shot before looking up to Jun again. “Oh, I know. But isn't that the point?” Grinning, she leaned against the bar. “I thought tonight was about pretending not to be old grown ups.”
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Jun laughed when Pippa asked her if the whole point of tonight wasn’t to pretend they weren’t old grown-ups. Seeing how both of them were in their mid-twenties, it wasn’t that hard to pretend. If they ignored the fact that both of them run their own businesses and Jun had a babe at home. “I’ll drink to that,” she announced before downing the shot in front of her making a face as it burned on its way down.
“I’d say we can always go on the pull, but I think you’re seeing someone?” Jun asked. Not that she necessarily felt that had stopped many other people, but it seemed safer to presume that Pippa was unlikely to go home with someone at the end of the night. Unless that someone was Jun and she could stay in Jun’s spare bedroom. “How’s that going?” She asked.
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Phillipa downed her shot and shook her head a bit to get through that initial burn before she set the glass down and offered her friend a smirk. The mention of her seeing someone caused her expression to soften slightly, but the smirk didn't completely fade.
“Well if you'd like me to help you string a guy to get you laid, I’d be more than happy to pretend to be interested in his friend and then drop him,” she offered. “I’m fine with being heartless.” Plus it would all be for a good cause. “It's going well. It's… odd? Not odd but you know, different. But good. Very good. He makes me happy.”
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“I have no doubt,” Jun assured with a grin but did then shake her head. “No, I’m not very interested in random encounters, to be honest,” she offered shrugging. It was true, especially with having Sergei live with her, Jun didn’t quite feel the need to go out and sleep with random men. Most days, she was too busy with Cathy and painting to even think about sex. This, just going out and spending time with Pippa (and a lot of alcohol) seemed far more pleasant.
Jun grinned at the bounce between ‘odd’, ‘not odd’, ‘good’ and ‘very good’. “He better,” Jun said seriously. “Ain’t nobody got time for people who don’t make them happy,” she informed Pippa.
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It was probably for the best, honestly. Phillipa hadn’t picked anyone up in… a very long time. It felt like forever. Not that she didn't think she possessed the ability, because she certainly knew what to do, but still. She gave a hum of agreement, tilting her head as she thought.
“No, that's true. I have no interest in being around anyone who doesn't. I especially wouldn't sleep with anyone who didn't, so I certainly wouldn't be living with someone who didn't.”
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“Living with?” Jun asked raising her eyebrow at Pippa. “Did I know you were living with someone?” She asked more to herself than to Pippa. Jun didn’t think she’d known, but that was probably just indicative of how terrible a friend she’d become since Cathy had been born. Jun was sure she used to know a lot more about her friends lives, whilst now it all kind of just fell in the background. Babies took up a lot of one’s time, it turned out. Jun wasn’t sure how she felt about that.
Waving at the barman to bring them more shots, Jun shook her head. “We should allocate one night a month for this,” she informed Pippa. “To catch up and have fun,” she noted before grinning. “I doubt with this much alcohol we can do more than one night a month,” Jun commented giving Pippa a wink.
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“Oh.” Phillipa’s brow furrowed. “Probably not. I don't know if many people do. It just kind of… happened.” Truthfully, it had happened long before she and Viktor were actually anything, but that required far too much explanation even if they were both sober. “I do have a room at my brother and Terence’s house, but I don't actually live there anymore.”
She glanced up at the bartender when he came back, grinning before passing one of the shot glasses over to Jun. “I think if we do more than one night a month, we might die,” she agreed, laughing. “Or become perpetually hung over.”
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“We’re probably going to be perpetually hung over anyway,” Jun replied teasingly but nonetheless took the shot glass. “But,” she said nodding towards the dance floor. “We can go and dance more,” she informed Pippa. “And perhaps, if you’re super lucky, you too get to punch someone,” she added with a smirk, before downing the shot. Jun was quite pleased with how the night was playing out so far, and she couldn’t imagine it possibly getting worse because it was her and Pippa and her and Pippa knew how to have fun. Even if they were now limited to doing it once a month.