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Tweak says, "AKUSAI "

Melinda Elyse Bobbin (bobbityboo) wrote in ultrarpg,
@ 2008-08-11 16:28:00

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Can you keep a secret? - The Cab

who: Melinda and Adrian
what: dinner, drinking, sarcasm
where: Adrian's flat
when: early evening, August 11
rating: not sure, likely at least PG-13 for drinking. swearing
status: closed/in progress

After that final owl from Adrian, Melinda called in an order at her favorite Chinese place just a few blocks from his flat. She ran a brush through her hair and looked through her closet for something to wear. It was just Adrian and she wasn't going to dress up, but she at least wanted to look good. She grabbed a dark grey cotton button down shirt with short sleeves and a soft black skirt. Melinda wasn't overly fond of pants, though she did own a couple pairs of them for the instances when she rode a broom or skirts just weren't practical. Minimal makeup and a pair of flats and Melinda was out the door.

Chinese food in hand, she made her way to Adrian's flat and knocked on the door. She leaned lazily against the door frame, waiting for him to answer. He'd better have saved her some whiskey.

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puced
2008-08-12 05:53 am UTC (link)

Adrian hadn’t really done anything remotely active today, so when a distraction in the form of an owl had arrived, he’d been rather thankful. There had been no Quidditch today, and it had been too early to go out and get wasted with a bunch of his mates, so when Melinda had suggested dinner, drinks and company, he didn’t object. He already had an advantage too; as he was currently downing what he said to be his last bottle of whiskey. Melinda didn’t have to know that there was still two full bottles of whiskey in his liquor cabinet, at least not just yet.

When he heard a knock on his front door, he took his time in getting up. Melinda was always a whole lot more entertaining when she was aggravated, after all. Bottle still held between his thumb and index, he walked to his door with leisure steps, opening the door just as lazily. After realizing it really was Melinda and not some random standing behind his door, he held up the whiskey. “See?” He motioned to the nearly empty bottle he was holding onto, a grin on his face. “I saved you some.”

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bobbityboo
2008-08-12 02:23 pm UTC (link)

Melinda sighed and shook her head as she waited for him to answer. Why did she come here again? Oh yes, he was a brilliant shag. Adrian was one of the few she was actually comfortable enough with to be as she liked. She could be a bit rough with him and then walk away with him not thinking less of her for it. He simply understood. It was why this arrangement had worked so well for them both.

When he finally opened the door, grinning with that nearly empty bottle, Melinda tilted her head to the side and raised a brow. She snatched the bottle from his hand and downed the last of it, her eyes closing briefly at the pleasant familiar burn. "So it's going to be like that is it?" She pushed the bag of takeaway into his hands with a cocky little smile and walked into his flat.

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puced
2008-08-13 08:20 am UTC (link)

He laughed shortly at her when she took the bottle from his hands, not at all bothered by her bold intrusion into his home. He was used to it by now, and he liked that aspect about her. “Ah, food!” Typical male behavior, being excited about food when he’d eaten about an hour before. He walked back into his apartment after her, kicking the door closed with his foot. After removing a few items from his table, he put down the bag of takeaway on it so he could get everything out and sorted.

“Don’t worry, Boozy,” he smirked at her as he said the nickname, taking the now empty bottle back from her hands. “I might have some more stashed around.” It was obvious he wasn’t going to tell her until he got something in return, and while he usually had sex on the brain, which wasn’t different now, he was actually wondering about something else. “I see you didn’t bring my jersey.”

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bobbityboo
2008-08-13 08:43 am UTC (link)

Melinda looked around as she walked in. It'd been a while since she'd been here. They'd been at her place the last few times they met up. She walked over to his stereo, began flipping through the music he had. She turned to look at him and smiled playfully. "You call me that, but you know I hold my liquor well and I know you've got more around," she laughed.

Finding something she liked, Melinda slipped in the disc and turned the volume so it was loud enough to enjoy, but not drown out anything that might be said. She walked closer to him, leaned against the table. "Now why would I do that? You'd just take it back and then what will I sleep in when I go home?"

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puced
2008-08-14 05:37 am UTC (link)

Adrian looked after her and noticed her looking around his apartment; the last time she’d been there it probably had been a whole lot cleaner. But he was never the one to tidy things up for company, he just wasn’t build for cleaning. Occasionally though, he could persuade Tracey into helping him when things got a little too messy. He could still see the floor now, so it wasn’t that bad. “I might have more around,” he nodded towards her, “But I’m not sure if you deserve it. After all, what’s in it for me?”

And then there was music. He nodded appraisingly towards the beat and then looked back at her, smirking down at her. “I’m thinking nothing would be a good option,” his hand settled on her hip, playing with the hem of her shirt for a while before drawing back. “Sit down and eat, woman.” He grinned at her, gesturing at her to take a seat. “You’re looking a little scrawny.”

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bobbityboo
2008-08-14 09:47 am UTC (link)

She didn't think much of his place other than honestly wishing he'd hire a maid or at the very least get himself a house elf. Then again Melinda had always been rather particular about her things. She laughed and smirked. "Other than fodder for locker room talk and strange bruises to show off?"

Melinda shook her head at him as she did as he said, sitting in one of the chairs at the table. She wasn't all that hungry, but if he did pull out more fire whiskey she should eat something. "Scrawny? But I thought that's what you Quidditch guys liked," she teased. "Scrawny, pretty and stupid. Apparently I'm scrawny. I know I'm pretty." Melinda attempted a vacant pout as she looked over at him. "Explain the part about bludgies again," she asked in a little girl voice. She couldn't hold the expression and shook it off making a face. "Ugh I feel dirty now," she laughed.

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puced
2008-08-16 01:30 pm UTC (link)

Adrian liked this, he could tease her without her getting fussed or bursting into tears. Every last one of his girlfriends eventually got fed up with his snarky behavior, but maybe the difference between them and Melinda was that she wasn’t his girlfriend and didn’t want to be either. Their arrangement suited him well. He walked to his liquor cabinet and searched through the bottles for his whiskey, finding it moments later.

“We don’t like them scrawny, or at least I don’t,” he laughed, gesturing towards her chest as he dragged the bottle to his mouth and took a drink, “I like them busty, pretty and not entirely brainless.” He had done the ones without a brain, and found them useless and boring. Those that couldn’t entertain him just didn’t hold his interest, and Melinda was someone that could so he hadn’t broken off his ties with her. “You’re doing well with the first two, but I’m still wondering whether you have a brain in that pretty head of yours. Maybe I should knock on it?”

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bobbityboo
2008-08-16 01:58 pm UTC (link)

Hah, she thought to herself. She knew he had more. She'd never known Adrian to be without a well stocked liquor cabinet. Melinda watched him walk towards her and take a drink. Her eyes roved over him. He was good looking and had a certain charm. It was what allowed her to ignore most of the shite that flew out of his mouth.

Melinda quirked a brow at his last remarks. If there was one thing that annoyed her more than anything was a question, even in jest, about her intelligence. "Do it, Adrian Pucey, and you will be bruised in a way that you won't enjoy." Her voice was calm, only a mild inflection of annoyance apparent. He knew how to push her buttons and she had to remind herself of that.

"I wonder though, if I tried that experiment on you what might happen?" She rose slowly from her seat and approached him. "Or maybe I should just blow in your ear and listen for the whistle on the other side?" She leaned in and made to do just that.

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puced
2008-08-16 02:21 pm UTC (link)

Noticing she was looking at him, he offered her the bottle, holding it high above her head so she would either have to jump or ask him for it nicely. The second option was probably not going to happen, but at least he could have his fun by holding it out of reach.

“Aw, but I like every bruise you inflict on me,” Or most of them, at least. It made for great stories to tell his mates at Falmouth’s, as they liked to brag about what they did and who they’ve done every time they were seated in that locker room. “Besides, maybe I should do it. The way you said that sounded rather kinky.” His eyes were filled with mirth, trying his best not to laugh. It was always fun to see just how far he could go with her.

“Go ahead and try.” He had no trouble with her experimenting on him, and seeing as he had suffered some major blows to the head from Quidditch and was still alive, he didn’t have a problem with offering his head to her. When she began talking about blowing into his ear, he leant his head to the side so she could have a better reach, smiling innocently at her. “I bet it’ll be a very low whistle.”

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bobbityboo
2008-08-16 03:04 pm UTC (link)

Melinda stood there a moment, glaring at the amusement she saw in his eyes. Not to mention the bottle that he dangled out of her reach. She wasn't a tiny girl, but he was certainly bigger than her and she surely couldn't reach it. He was goading her and she was unfortunately taking the bait.

She leaned in when he offered his ear, but instead of blowing in his ear like she'd said, she bit his earlobe. It wasn't hard enough to damage or draw blood as that wasn't her intention, but he'd certainly felt that. Melinda leaned on his shoulder and jumped up, snatching the bottle from his hand. She took a long swig and smirked at him. "Honestly, who's the one with a small brain, falling for that."

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puced
2008-08-16 03:47 pm UTC (link)

And there we go; she had lost her calm and bitten his earlobe instead of blowing in it like she had said. It didn’t hurt enough for him to wince visibly, but he definitely felt it. “I think I would have preferred you blowing in it.” And now she had also taken his bottle. He wasn’t surprised, she would have found a way eventually.

His hand rubbed over his ear, “I was offering it to you; you didn’t need to bite a chunk of my ear off.” The pout he had on was probably the most fake thing ever, but he didn’t care. “You’ve maimed me, woman.” Ah, dramatics. He’d always been good at blowing things out of proportion, especially when he’d been little. It had resulted in his dad buying him a lot of things to ease his so called ‘pain’. Now, however, there wasn't any pain, just laughter. “I’ll never be the same again.”

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bobbityboo
2008-08-16 04:09 pm UTC (link)

"Well then perhaps you shouldn't goad me," she smiled sweetly. Melinda took another sip before holding it behind her back. There was no way she could hold it out of reach like he had, but at least she could make him struggle a tiny bit.

When he began with the dramatics, Melinda just rolled her eyes. She laughed at his pout, though in truth it was sort of attractive to her. "Well injuries are supposed to give you character." She hopped up and sat on the table, thoroughly amused with him now. She turned and reached behind her, grabbing a crab puff. She held it out to him. "Here. Have a crab puff and stop your bitching," she smiled.

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puced
2008-08-16 04:50 pm UTC (link)

“But it’s so easy,” It was, he always knew just and how to get under her skin. And he liked doing it too. He chuckled, looking at his shoulder, which was bare due to the fact his shirt was sleeveless. “I think you just like injuring me, gives you some kind of kick.” He had the bruises to prove it.

“You’re not going to feed it to me?” Well, he guessed he’d have to do it himself, then. Adrian loosely wrapped his fingers around her wrist and brought the crab puff closer to his lips, taking it from her fingers with his mouth. Chewing on it, his fingers played with her own for some entertainment, dropping her hand once he had swallowed. “Nope,” he confirmed, “I still have the urge to bitch. You’re just going to have to be my victim.”

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bobbityboo
2008-08-16 05:16 pm UTC (link)

"Well it does help make up for the fact that I have to deal with your mouth," she smirked. Melinda eyed the small wound on his shoulder and smiled. She really had rather enjoyed drawing blood on him. It gave her a strange sense of satisfaction.

She was about to protest about how she wasn't his servant when he grabbed her wrist. Melinda remained quiet a moment just watching him, doing her best to hide just how much she liked when he handled her that way. "Well in that case," she replied and took a long swig from the whiskey bottle. "You should really make it worth my while to deal with it." Melinda looked up at him, a hint of challenge in her eyes.

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puced
2008-08-18 06:29 am UTC (link)

“Are you saying you have a problem with my mouth?” he faked a shocked look, his hand held on his heart as if to say she’d hurt him. His supposed shock soon faltered as he dug into his pocket, taking out a lighter and one of the cigarette packs she had given him before. “You certainly liked dealing with my mouth last night,” and there was that grin again, as he lit up a cigarette.

After drawing out some smoke, he blew it carelessly into the open air of his apartment, taking the bottle of whiskey back from her hands. “You’re a little girl,” he teased, “You shouldn’t drink so much.” He took a drink out of the bottle, feeling it burning pleasantly down his throat before looking back at her with an interested gleam in his own eyes. “Really, now?” he put the bottle down on the table before looking back at her, innocently. “And how do you suggest I do that?”

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bobbityboo
2008-08-18 02:16 pm UTC (link)

He really was a cocky bastard sometimes. Melinda wanted to look away lest he see the effect that grin had on her, especially combined with the pleasant images that ran through her mind at the mention of last night. Still, she refused to give an inch. Especially when he called her a little girl.

The innocent look didn't work with her. She knew him all to well. Melinda knew she was fighting a losing battle with him. Her will was never that strong where Adrian was concerned. As much as he infuriated her, she wanted him even more. She reached up her hand grabbing him by the neck and pulling him forward, her nails digging in lightly. Melinda brought her lips to his in a bruising kiss, nipping his bottom lip as she finally pulled away a bit. "That's a start right there."

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