Alexandra Montgomery (itslexi) wrote in the_quaffle, @ 2013-12-08 21:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | char: adrian pucey, char: clint warrington, char: katie bell, char: lexi montgomery, char: marcus flint |
Who | Lexi, Katie, Adrian, Marcus, & Clint.
When | Friday Night
Where | Bletchley's Gentleman's Club
What | Girls night out turns into gate crashing the Boy's favourite hang out. A big FU to "Boys Night".
Rating | Apparently swearing and fighting.
Status | Separate threads a likelihood. In Progress.
After Clint's obvious rejection, Lexi had closed her journal and hadn't bothered to open it again. It could lay closed on her nightstand till kingdom come for all she cared. Instead, she'd showered, tossed on some warm pajamas, and attempted to get some of the sleep she desperately needed. She was physically exhausted. Tori and Lyssy's ridiculous calls had kept her up most of the night only to suddenly stop somewhere around five that morning. Whatever the cause, she'd been ridiculously relieved. Unfortunately for her, while her body was tired, her mind was still turning in an attempt to make sense of Clint's perceived distance. He was all sweet and attentive one minute only to find any excuse to escape once they neared any sort of intimate moment. She didn't get it. She was starting to think that he'd only agreed to this to shut her up.
Not having liked that answer, she'd gotten back out of bed and found the bottle of Ogden's she stored at the back of her freezer. Not bothering with a glass, she moved to the couch and proceeded to use the bottle as a means to make sense of everything .... which naturally lead her to the state where men could all go screw themselves, Clint included. "Screw him," she muttered, standing up on somewhat shaky feet, a half empty bottle in her hand, "I can be sexy. I can. Doesn't know a damn thing." Deciding that she needed to prove to herself that she could, she'd moved to her closet and began to tear it apart looking for something to wear. In the end she had found nothing of us and had apparated over to her sisters. Demi had not been amused by the rooting through of her very expensive clothing, but once she'd found out it was all a big "Fuck You" to Clint Warrington, she was all in. She even flat out gave Lexi a pair of her favourite heels.
Donning the little red dress and the amazing heels, Lexi shrugged into her leather jacket (earning a groan from her sister) and apparated over to Katie's. Rounding up her friend, and giving her some of the whiskey Lexi hadn't managed to consume, the two of them had headed out looking ... well, different from their normal more comfortable attire. They floated around to a few bars, not really finding what they were looking for, before Lexi got the brilliant idea to swing by Bletchley's: A Gentleman's club. Which naturally meant no women allowed, but working there way in there was right up the alley for the evening. If they were going to dominate as women then what better place to do it than an all men's club. In the end, it was Katie's fame and money that had granted them access, but Lexi didn't care. Mission accomplished, as far as she was concerned.
After the initial novelty of having made it in, Lexi had spotted a table of blokes playing poker and had quickly made her way over. A bit of flirting and some harmless flattery and they were in. Taking a seat between two of the blokes at the table, she winked at Katie as they were dealt in. Screw Clint Warrington and Marcus Flint. They could have fun without them. After a few rounds, Lexi had won a very lovely pair of Gucci Aviators that were now currently resting on her nose while Katie was in the middle of a hand for some bloke's broom. He'd been very cocky about his claims but he looked a bit shaky now. Smiling at a bloke who handed her another drink, she leaned back and watched Katie work her magic. She was sure she'd regret the alcohol in the morning, but it wasn't the morning and for once she was having fun.