Genevieve Vipond (vievenvol) wrote in vrrpg, @ 2017-05-14 18:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | char: genevieve vipond, char: oliver wood, location: v-bar, time: 2009 05 |
RP: To The Winner Goes the Spoils
Who: Oliver and Genevieve [and OPEN to other revelers!]
When: After the match!
Where: V-Bar
What: Celebrating the end of the season!
Warnings: Potentially high rating! TBD
All in all, it hadn’t taken long for Genevieve to get ready. She’d showered after the game, and once Addi insisted on choosing that dress for her, she’d donned it, making sure the proper charms were in place to hide any panty lines. It still felt a bit strange to be wearing a dress to a post-game party, but stranger things had happened and she did feel extremely sexy in it, which was fun. Her hair had been pulled back in a ponytail, with a bit falling out around her face, which was only lightly made up, as the dress was intended to be the focal point of her look. She wore a simple gold necklace that v-ed at her collar bones and then went straight down into the dress between her breasts. It was only when they were about to leave that she put on the too-high heels. Thankfully, she was a graceful sort of person anyway, but also adept at charming her shoes for optimal comfort and balance.
The game had been absolutely brilliant, even though they’d lost. With as neck and neck as they’d been almost the entire game, it was obvious the game would be decided only by which Seeker caught the snitch, but she had still given her all to the game. Some of the moves she’d pulled out of her bag of tricks had been new, things she’d been working on in practice but hadn’t felt ready to try in a game until this one. And this game had definitely been a fantastic one for it! In the end, even though she was disappointed they’d lost, she couldn’t be too upset about it. After all, she got to buy Oliver Wood a drink now, and that was definitely not a hardship.
Once she got to V-Bar, she couldn’t find Oliver right away thanks to the crowd there, and then when she did spot him sitting at a table surrounded by people, she decided to go get those drinks first. It took her ages to make her way through the crowd; so many people stopped her to express sympathy for the loss or make comments on the game (how had she done that broom swap?!) or otherwise chat with her. It kept the adrenaline from the game running and was something she’d always loved after an amazing game, but tonight it was really pulling her away from her goal.
When she finally made it to the bar, she put in the order for a couple Scottish ales, turning down the offer the guy next to her at the bar made to buy it for her. That wouldn’t be her buying it for Oliver, which was the whole point of this exercise. With both drinks in hand, Genevieve carefully pushed her way through so she could slide up next to him at the table, setting the drinks down and pushing one toward him. Then, she turned to lean her side against the table, giving him a rather direct view of just where her necklace disappeared into her dress. “To the winner goes the spoils,” she greeted him with a laugh in her voice, clearly not bitter about the narrow loss.