rp thread: tommy & hestia
Who: Thomas Williamson & Hestia Jones When: The wee hours of Sunday morning Where: Some Muggle hotel Rating: Moderate to high? Summary: Hestia is drunk and makes what she hopes will be a booty call. Status: Closed. Incomplete.
Giggling. That's what one would hear if they put their ear up to Hestia's bedroom door. It had been a long time since she had been that drunk. Months. And it felt really good. Her room was spinning, but not the "oh my god I'm going to throw up" kind -- the nice, pleasantly wasted kind. She continuously bit her numb lower lip to remind herself it was there. But it was time to Apparate, and she needed to compose herself at least a little bit so she didn't splinch. Hestia quickly changed her top into something a little more... flirty. She hadn't seen Williamson in ages and she wanted to look good. After a quick mirror check, the dark-haired woman edited in a note in her journal to Megan, went outside to the Apparation point, and with a faint pop she was gone.
The area around her was unfamiliar, but she walked a couple of blocks and found the hotel. Hestia managed to approach the front desk without looking like too much of a hot mess. She cleared her throat. "I'm here to see Thomas Williamson. He, uh, said you'd know I was coming." Not half bad, she thought. Her words were only slightly slurred. The concierge gave her a once over before nodding and taking one of those little room key cards from an envelope on the wall and handing it to a bellboy. Hestia followed him up to the correct room. He knocked, slipped in the key card, and let her in before leaving.
Hestia closed the door behind her and stared around the empty hotel room. The shower wasn't running. So he wasn't here. Three things ran through her mind: the first was that Tommy was just making sure it wasn't some Death Eater that looked like her; the second was that he was actually a Death Eater that looked like him; the third was that it had been Tommy on the journals but he got her here with no intention of showing up himself.
She stepped in a bit, immediately sobering up a little. Her hand was on her wand as she peered around corners. "Oi, lover boy. Olly olly oxen free!"