Re: Calypso & Mandy
A bolt of heat when through Mandy at the light touch, a reminder of that night they'd spent together after the club on Halloween. It rather made her want to skip the party right now and get things going. To help quell the urge, she took a long sip of her flute of champagne. "Most definitely," she agreed.
"Not presumptuous in the least," she said. She'd really hoped so. She knew that Illy likely thought she was crazy, but her bedroom habits had never been consistent since Milo was born. Or her sexual ones at least. She had a pretty high sex drive, she was willing to give sex to get what she wanted a large majority of the time, or if it would stop life from being difficult. She had a rocky history of one night stands and wrecked relationships, but she'd honestly not gone after many women for a relationship.
Though this wasn't a relationship, was it? Calypso Zabini hadn't indicated as much. But she couldn't really protest being arm candy and a booty call, not when it was actually something she wanted.
"After all, this dress only ties on," she whispered, lips near Callie's ear. "And I'm not wearing knickers."
Eyebrows went up and she took another drink. Mothers, huh? Cricitical mothers. Well, she'd weathered vindictive wives before, so why not. "Well, I'm sure you'll make it up to me admirably. Tell me, how do you want me to behave? Drunken slut? Ditzy arm candy?"