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harpingly (harpingly) wrote in ultrarpg,
@ 2008-08-13 20:08:00

Who: Orla Quirke and Sebastian Harper.
When: WHATEVER DAY IT HAPPENS TO BE. (I suck at this)
Where: Old Oat Pub, Muggle London.
What: Drinking and bum-squeezing.
Rating: NC-17 for impromptu shagging.
Status: In Progress / Incomplete.

It was another day of work, another boring useless day that had Sebastian hanging his head by the time he got home. The front door of his flat had barely slammed shut when he was reaching inside the whiskey cupboard for a drink. It was empty. Of course.

Sebastian silently cursed himself for not remembering on his way home. He grabbed his wallet off the counter and tried to figure out what he wanted to do. He could head out the door and walk to liquor store, or he could apparate to Hogsmeade or Diagon Alley and head into a pub. Or ... something else.

And then Sebastian was on his way to the Old Oat Pub, though he hardly ever headed into Muggle London unless he needed to. Something about a free drink from a mildly unattractive female was still rattling around in his brain. He couldn't help but laugh a little as he pushed the door open. This was ridiculous. He didn't even know if she'd be there, or if it would be worth it.

There was a seat open at the front counter, so Sebastian sat down and looked around for one of the bartenders.

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qisforquirky
2008-08-13 07:42 pm UTC (link)

Orla was at the other end of the bar bouncing around to the tune that was playing on the stereo. She grinned big as she let her hair sort of swing around. She didn't even hear the door, but that was not unusual, she usually had to be hailed over by a customer before they got service. Luckily for Harper the song just ended and her focus turned to talk a look around the pub. The other bartender was busy pouring drinks for the waitress who was tending tables for their crap food and drinks, so it left Orla open to approach the new customer. As she zeroed in on the 'new meat' she laughed as she walked over to him. "You came! Didn't think you would." She looked down at her skirt and back up at him. "Look I am even dressed for the occasion." Orla gave him a wink as she leaned on her elbows and smiled at him.

"So what can I get you, it is on the house. Whiskey I assume?" She raised an eyebrow curious as to what he would say and if he really was going to grab her ass. She wouldn't mind he was attractive and her motto was it was fine unless they weren't cute.

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harpingly
2008-08-13 07:56 pm UTC (link)

Sebastian looked up as Orla approached, eyeing her carefully. He frowned slightly; she had holes poked in her face. Holes that had been put there on purpose. She certainly wasn't very lady-like, and Sebastian had always hoped, in some part of his mind, to find a lady. The kind of girl who would shut up most of the time cook nice meals.

Had she really been waiting for him? Sebastian wondered if she actually cared or if she liked playing games like this with other people. Well, that was a strange question. He barely knew Orla, so it was unlikely that she had any more than a passing thought of him. He glanced at her skirt.

"Firewhikey," he answered gruffly, contemplating whether or not he should go along with the whole thing. He looked down again. To be fair, Orla's arse was quite a bit better to look at then her actual face. He reached out then, placed his hand on her thigh, and slid up and underneath her skirt until he had firmly grasped Orla's bum. One firm squeeze later, he had returned his hand to the counter in front of him.

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qisforquirky
2008-08-13 08:13 pm UTC (link)

Orla played with her lip ring and looked at Sebastian, he was really good looking. Why was the world laced with beautiful men and women making it so hard to choose just once? If she had the right one she would settle down and be less crazy but until then why would she need to do that. She looked at him when he ordered a fire whiskey. "How about I get you a strong whiskey here, since we don't have that particular brand." She raised her eyebrow at him and then rolled her eyes turning away and as she moved to get the whiskey she felt his hand on her thigh and move up under her skirt. "Well hello!" she thought as she just went along her business turning back around and pouring him a drink. "You have firm hands, I like that. Strong hands are good things." She continued to talk as she poured and stopping sliding the glass over to him.

Orla was totally unaware of the other customers, the other guy could deal with them. She leaned forward and rested her hands on the bar and smirked at Sebastian. She leaned forward and got close enough to whisper. "I am curious as to just how firm you are with your hands else where."

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harpingly
2008-08-13 08:26 pm UTC (link)

"Strong whiskey is good." Sebastian had forgotten where he was for a moment. His wand, stuck deep in his pants pocket, was pushing against his hip bone. He suddenly wished he hadn't remembered that he was in the midst of all the Muggles. It would have made it easier to relax. Muggles .. they made him nervous. He didn't like pretending to be something he wasn't.

"I play Quidditch," he said off-handedly. It was the main reason his hands were so strong, why his shoulders and arms were lined with muscle. He'd been a beater back at Hogwarts and still played occasionally, though mostly by himself in a meadow near his home.

He reached out for the drink and took a long sip. The familiar burning sensation in the back of his throat was not unwelcome.

"I don't know what you mean," He said slowly, the very faintest of a smile twitching at his lip.

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qisforquirky
2008-08-13 08:37 pm UTC (link)

"Good I am glad," Orla nodded her head. She was glad he would accept her free drink but then who wouldn't accept a free drink. She looked over at her boss and waved and then went back to looking at Sebastian. Seriously it was a wonder she was still even employed she was stubborn and liked to do things just to piss people off or see them squirm.

"I see, makes sense." She acknowledged his comment about quidditch as she toyed with the idea of going on break. She had one more before her shift ended, which was pretty soon anyway. She moved to hope over the bar but her boss glared at her and she looked back to Harper. "I shall come sit with you one sec." Orla walked around a little swagger to her hips as she came back around to approach Sebastian and the seat next to him.

Once settled into the seat she looked at him resting her elbow on the bar and her head on her hand. "I am curious as to how you handle a woman." She looked at him wondering if he did things rough or if he was tender. Orla thought about sex quite a bit but she wouldn't just hope into bed with everything that walked.

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harpingly
2008-08-13 08:51 pm UTC (link)

Sebastian noticed Orla's looking in their direction and wondered briefly if this bar had bouncers. He didn't particularly feel like getting into a fight tonight, despite previous claims.

He took another sip of his free drink (and free always tasted better) as Orla waggled over to his side of the bar. He had to admit, at least to himself, that Orla's body wasn't a terrible thing to look at, especially in that skirt. He wondered what her blood was like. Then again, she worked in a Muggle bar. She obviously didn't have that much respect for herself.

"What does it matter to you?"

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qisforquirky
2008-08-13 08:59 pm UTC (link)

Orla would not particularly be pleased with Sebastian thinking she didn't have much respect for herself because she really did. Orla was raised muggleborn when she wasn't her dad was a pure wizard in Russia but blood never mattered to her. She just sighed and ran her fingers through her hair as she played with her lip ring. "Well I am just curious is all, you know a girl could dream." She gave him a wink as she crossed one leg over the other causing the skirt to sneak up her thigh a bit.

"So how is the drink?" She looked at him with a curious look, whiskey was whiskey though.