On the prowl Who: Blaise and OPEN ZJ When: Saturday, April 08, night Where: V-Bar What: Blaise wants a drink and some company. Warnings: possibly language and adult situations? TBD
Blaise Zabini had had an exceptionally off week in so many ways. His emotions honestly hadn’t settled any in the nearly-a-week it had been since Kermit took off without a word. Anger, insult, hurt. He’d managed to stop verbally terrorizing the people on his staff after a couple of days except for the normal extreme stupidity thing.
He’d worked late yesterday, and he hadn’t even gone to the game he’d heard was fantastic on Thursday. No, he’d mostly had his nose to the grindstone with the story he was working on as well as poking at an idea Romilda had inadvertently given him the other day when they’d been exchanging dirty texts.
But tonight he’d decided, instead of going to a far off bar, he didn’t want to keep aoiding the local places. Lisa was too good a barkeep to keep avoiding the place just because his ex-boyfriend might be there. So he was here, dressed nice but not for work. The thought was to find someone to distract him for a few hours after a few drinks, something hot and fast and rough, by preference, something like the naughty things he and Romi had texted the other day, though if it happened or not, he’d live either way. He might just get drunk again.
At least from here he could floo home so he wouldn’t have to interrupt Calypso’s life.
For now he leaned against the bar, his stillness still having something of a sharp edge, his turmoil suppressed and not obvious but lending him a bit of an air of… something as he idly watched everyone as he drank, chatting with this person and that and handing out a charming smile here and there as he went. He flirted with the pretty people who caught his eye, though no one had come along yet that he had pursued to any degree. The night was young enough, though, that he wasn’t bothered. No, he smiled again at someone, he wasn’t bothered yet at all.