RP Thread: Angelina & Higgs. Characters: Higgs & Angelina Setting: At the Ministry's Halloween Ball Summary: Dancing, flirting... sneaking off for privacy? Probably, considering the two in question. Rating: TBD, but in a thread of it's own just in case ;)
As the evening grew later, Angelina had successfully gotten herself to that point of buzzed where she was flirting with the fine line between simply tipsy and drunk. Her evening, thus far, had been spent being a mixture of coy and flirtatious with a healthy level of wry sarcasm. She had come wanting to get noticed and admired, yet played aloof and unattainable to anyone who might have noticed her. When she was not playing these games, it was because she found herself on the arm of her fiance, not something that she found particularly pleasing. Though, her dislike was mostly on the sheer principle that she was forced with him, as her many excuses that she hated him for what he was fell meaningless considering the company she kept and those acquaintances that were all too friendly.
Angelina had no intention of admitting to Terence that there was a jealous, sinking feeling she felt when she saw him with his bride-to-be, yet it was far more present than it ought to be. It was coupled, unfortunately, but a pang of guilt, though this was far easier to suppress than the jealousy. Guilt that stemmed from the fact that, perhaps, if she wasn't in the picture that his fiance - whom she had no real connection to - might have a better chance at getting and keeping his attention. Maybe. Probably not, however, as Angelina knew full well that if it wasn't her in his bed, it would probably be someone else. This was, perhaps, one of the bigger reasons that the guilt was far easier to ignore than the jealousy.
The jealousy that was absolutely ridiculous and misplaced. Higgs was, after all, forced into his situation much like she was into hers. They weren't in an actual relationship, and could hardly be considered anything beyond friends with benefits -- so she had no room to be jealous even if he had decided to actually try to work things out with Eleanor. (After all, what room in their new society was there for notions like dating and relationships?) Angelina logically knew this, but logic and emotions did not go hand-in-hand.
Deciding to chalk up that jealous sinking feeling as her own hormones and desires getting the best of her, Angelina decided that it was clearly time she and her new boss found a place to discuss business privately. Spotting him, by chance, by himself at the moment, Angelina took it as the perfect time to excuse herself from Thomas's side and walk over to him, "Dance with me," she requested, in the form of a simple demand. Though really, it wasn't exactly dancing she had in mind, she figured the other sorts of suggestions should wait at least a moment or two.
He raised an eyebrow at Angelina's demand. He assumed she would be here but hadn't made an effort to find her. He knew they were playing a dangerous game and it was one he was hoping to continue. He was hardly going to force himself on Eleanor and Angelina was more than willing to accept his advances. Besides, who wouldn't want a goddess beneath them?
So he stayed aloof in public, not wanting anyone's suspicions aroused. He knew damn well he wasn't the only one straying outside their forced relationships but he was hardly going to broadcast it. Angelina seemed to have other plans.
"I believe I am the one who is supposed to ask," he said, grabbing her hand and placing a kiss on top of it. "Would you do me the honors?" Merlin she was sexy.
"Such a charmer," she laughed as he went to kiss her hand. "An offer like that, how could a woman refuse?" There was just something about being around him, she seemed to relax as the tension she had carried with her most the night seemed to melt away from her. She was fully prepared to fall on the excuse that he was her employer, should anyone question her reasons for seeking out his company; but after spending the evening socialising with more than a few of his peers, she was hardly worried about the suspicion.
Moving to the dance floor in his arms, she smiled genuinely one of the few genuine smiles all evening. "It should be illegal to look that good in dress robes," she winked playfully. "Which, I'm certain, is probably very inappropriate of me to say now, oh boss of mine."
He hadn't seen her since he made the offer. He knew she would accept but he was glad that she did anyway. He hadn't bought the team to be near her but it was a definite bonus. Plus he had a feeling it would piss off Derrick which was always an added bonus. It wasn't that he had reason to dislike the other man but some people had all the luck. It was annoying.
"It is illegal, luckily I've bribed the officers," he teased, leaning in to speak in her ear. If he got a lovely view down her dress than so be it. "No more inappropriate than it would be for me to comment on how lovely your bum looks in that gown. Luckily for you your boss is a bit of a perv and will overlook such comments."
Angelina laughed, shaking her head at him. To so candidly call oneself a perv, well, there was only one reaction she could have possibly had; amusement. Particularly since said perviness did not offend or bother her in the least.
"My perv of a boss did make hints at captilising on his team's good looks. I chose this dress specifically with that in mind," she smirked. "To practise showcasing my... assets." She was secure enough in her skill to know that her looks weren't the only reason she was on the team, so this line of merchandising was far less offensive that it could have been to her. Besides, this Quidditch season was bound to be more of a farce than real Quidditch; she was going to enjoy every moment of it regardless.
"I wont be exploiting all of my team's assests. Some I like to keep to myself. For managerial purposes," he said lowly, pulling her closer to him. Angelina had been wank material for the entire school, but why help them along? Too much, anyway. Uglier girls needed to exploit more and Angelina certainly didn't have that problem.
"Any requests for your boss? He wants this to be a good working relationship after all."
"Mm, good, as some assets are for your eyes only," she said quietly in return as he pulled her closer to him. Perhaps seeking out a dance from him wasn't the best of ideas, because the closer they got, the closer she wanted to get. What a messed up society they found themselves in. He was a Pureblood, she was a Pureblood, and they weren't even allowed to choose each other because of the New Society and all it's glory. If the purpose of the programme was simply to encourage the next generation of Purebloods, well, the programme fell short and missed the point entirely.
"My requests are far too inappropriate to be discussed on the dance floor," Angelina leaned into whisper that in his ear, her lips brushing lightly against his skin before pulling back gracefully, knowing well enough not to linger long enough to make it suspicious.
He sucked in a breath at her words, his eyes immediately darting about to see who might be listening in. "You're trying to get me into trouble," he said lowly, but his eyes didn't show any hesitation. "Merlin, it's stuffy in here, isn't it? I need to get a bit of air. Would you like to join me?"
He moved to offer her his arm, the whole thing looking very benign. Any good gentleman would offer a lady his arm. There was nothing to arouse suspicion. Nothing he couldn't explain away at least.