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Noel Corrigan Vaisey (scarsicantmend) wrote in ultrarpg,
@ 2008-08-17 21:54:00

Current music:

Prostitution Is The Worlds Oldest Profession...--Cobra Starship

Who: Noel and Melinda
What: she has a problem and he's currently the only one to help
When: After This that evening.
Where: Melinda's place
Rating: High. Will eventually be NSFW/NC-17
Status: Closed/In Progress

After work, Noel went home to shower and change. This was weird. He didn't even know this girl. Not that that had mattered any other time, but really, she came into his work place with what seemed the sole intention of propositioning him. He'd never had planned out sex before. It was weird. He was feeling a little like a prostitute. Except they got paid.

At about 7, he apparated from his place to the designated area in Diagon. He glanced around for Melinda's building, getting the odd look from a witch or wizard who bustled by. The street was surprisingly empty. He supposed the wizarding world went to bed at 9 o'clock.

He stepped on his cigarette before climbing the stairs to her apartment, stared briefly at the door. He debated leaving but before he knew it, he lifted his hand and knocked.

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bobbityboo
2008-08-17 09:56 pm UTC (link)

Melinda was actually a little nervous, truth be told. It all sounded great in her head, but now that she was waiting around for Noel to show she was feeling a bit gun shy. She'd pretty much only been with Adrian the past several months and even at that, they'd known each other beforehand.

She bought a bottle of wine and was sipping a glass, staring out the window, wondering just what she was doing. Oh yeah, making that great git jealous. That is if he'd even care that she did this. It could all very well blow up in her face. Melinda fidgeted with the hem of her skirt. She really wanted a cigarette.

She jumped slightly when she heard the knock at the door. Melinda schooled her face so her anxiety wasn't so readily apparent and answered the door with what she hoped was a confident smile. "Hi. Come in."

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	scarsicantmend 2008-08-17 10:08 pm UTC (link)
	"Hey," he smiled. At least she looked confident enough. He, unfortunately, was a bit of an open book. He probably looked just as torn as he felt, though hopefully not so anguished. He walked into her place, glanced around. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

bobbityboo
2008-08-17 10:19 pm UTC (link)

Melinda's smile faltered a bit at the look in his eyes, but she held it. Closing the door behind him, she tried not to think about how this might look from his perspective or she might call this off entirely.

Her flat wasn't big, the furnishings nice and modern styled with leather and metal accents. She didn't have many knick knacks or pictures, the small bit of clutter on the table mainly books and magazines. Melinda was rather particular about where things belonged and hated having a mess.

"Did you want something to drink? I've got some wine open." She could smell the cigarette smoke on him as he passed her and sighed in relief. The only reason she hadn't indulged was because she didn't know if he did or would object to it. She crossed the room to her pack that sat on the dining table and lit up. With the first inhale, she felt a bit better.

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scarsicantmend
2008-08-17 10:45 pm UTC (link)

"Oh, yeah, that'd be great," Noel nodded as she walked past him. Maybe the wine would help a bit. He tried not to look like he didn't want to be here, he did. In a way. But he was nervous. He was glad when she lit up, it meant he could indulge in another too.

His lighter flashed the flame briefly and then pocketed it. He brought the cigarette to his lips, not sure what to say to her.

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bobbityboo
2008-08-17 11:05 pm UTC (link)

She walked over to the small wine rack she had and slid another glass out of the holders. Melinda pulled the cork back out of the bottle of Syrah. She poured him a glass and topped off her own. Melinda brought him a glass and then sat down with hers on the couch, curling her legs under her. The silence was a little awkward. "So you're a musician? Terry said you played together the other day."

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scarsicantmend
2008-08-17 11:18 pm UTC (link)

"I am." He nodded, sitting next to her. He hadn't been offered a seat, but he figured she wouldn't care. He faced her, leaning against the back of the couch. "It was great to actually get to play with another musician who isn't constricted by classical conventions." It was what he usually said of his classmates who were always playing classics but never experimenting with their own stuff.

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	bobbityboo 2008-08-18 01:03 am UTC (link)
	"You're classically trained then?" Melinda sipped her wine and looked at him curiously. She had absolutely no talent, but she could appreciate good music and talent in other people. Melinda glanced at his hands wondering what kind of instrument he played. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	scarsicantmend 2008-08-18 07:10 am UTC (link)
	"Yep," he nodded. He was finally starting to get a bit more comfortable. After a moment, he took a puff of his cigarette. "So what about you? What do you do?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	bobbityboo 2008-08-18 09:51 am UTC (link)
	"Potions Master," she answered, taking a drag from her cigarette. Melinda accio'd the ashtray from the other room and flicked the ash. "I help run the family business. We've got a shop not far from where you work." She drank a bit more wine. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	scarsicantmend 2008-08-18 10:38 am UTC (link)
	"Nice. I've never had a head for potions. I always buy them premade if I buy them at all," Noel smiled. He tried not to fidget as he looked around again. He sipped his wine, what they were about to do hung over him. It wasn't that he didn't want to, just--it was a situation he'd never dealt with before. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

bobbityboo
2008-08-18 01:11 pm UTC (link)

"I like the order and precision of making them. It's soothing." Melinda was a bit of a control freak and potion making fed into that. She took a long drink from her glass. She started thinking perhaps whiskey would have been a better idea. As nice as the wine was, it wasn't helping her nerves. "So what type of music do you play?" She moved a little closer on the couch, not really sure how to do this.

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scarsicantmend
2008-08-18 02:44 pm UTC (link)

"Classical, neo-classical, and indie-folk-bluesy-rock-pop," he laughed a little as he leaned forward to stub out his cigarette. He smiled when she moved closer. "It's kinda hard to define my own style myself. You'd likely have to hear it to decide." He took one last sip of wine and set the glass on the coffee table.

He wondered if she had any reservations about this. She'd been so forward earlier, the way she was acting now--despite the air of confidence that floated around her--was perhaps an indication that she did? He was at least comfortable now and figured maybe he should get things going, despite this whole thing being her idea.

He took her cigarette, set it in the ashtray and set her glass on the table too. This would either cement her want to do this or make her back down, either way at least it'd get something going. The elephant in the room was just getting to be too big.

Shifting a little closer, he lifted a hand to her cheek and kissed her, gentle and firm.

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bobbityboo
2008-08-18 04:57 pm UTC (link)

Melinda watched him put his glass down and then take her things. She was nervous. With Adrian she knew what to expect for the most part. It gave her some odd sense of control over the situation. While Noel was attractive she had no idea what he was like. When he kissed her she was a little surprised. Not by the act itself but by his gentleness. For a brief moment she didn't respond and then she returned the kiss, edging closer to him and resting a hand on his chest.