Alexandra Montgomery (itslexi) wrote in the_quaffle, @ 2013-11-06 18:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | char: clint warrington, char: katie bell, char: lexi montgomery, char: marcus flint |
Who | Katie Bell, Lexi Montgomery, Marcus Flint, Clint Warrington.
When | Wednesday Night, Close to midnight.
Where | London, or the general vicinity ... somewhere around there.
What | Girls vs. Boys
Rating | Alcohol, Language, Mature themes.
It probably hadn't been the best plan in the world to all of a sudden decide that she and Katie should hit the towns and do it like the boys did it ... well, not entirely like the boys did as she was still currently dating, absentee boyfriend or not. Let's not forget the fact that intelligent individuals followed a simple rule. You find them at the bar, you leave them at the bar. Just the thought of hooking up with some creeper at the bar made her skin crawl. No way. Katie was more than welcome to go home with whoever she wanted to. Flirting was one thing. If they bought you a few drinks, fine. But you don't take them home. Then again, perhaps she was the odd one out. These days she was left wondering whether or not it was a social norm to look like a hooker when one came out after dark.
Needless to say, Katie and Lexi stood out among the scantily clad bar bints with their jeans and leather jackets. In a room full of women who all looked the same, Lexi was happy enough rocking her favourite leather jacket and her favourite pair of boots. They were comfy and gave her a few extra inches she was sorely lacking ... of course, standing next to Katie left it a bit of a useless endeavor, but nonetheless, she was content.
The evening had started off good. Katie wasn't thinking about Oliver, she wasn't thinking about being distant from the boys, and life was good. Then life was feeling better, then it was feeling great as a few free drinks slid into their collection of empty beer bottles and tall glasses. She had to admit, Katie being famous had it's perks. "Seriously Katie? Why so curious about Marcus?" she asked, failing to notice the bloke on the other side of her trying to get her attention, "They all have the same junk, just pick one. Doesn't matter. No difference."
Meanwhile, on the other side of town, Marcus was enjoying an a-typical night with Clint at a frequently visited pub not too far from his place. With a fresh glass of Firewhiskey and a smirk for the flustered server, he rested his arms on the bar and grumbled. "Fucking Puddlemere," it was his favourite saying these days. "They played like shite and still managed to catch the snitch. We need a new fucking seeker and a keeper for that matter. Complete bullshit." Taking a drink, he eyed the room. There were a few choice picks tonight, but for once he wasn't really interested. He couldn't stop thinking about slamming the quaffle into Woods face. "Montgomery's small. Why the fuck isn't she a seeker?"