WHO: Gretchen Watkins, Trevor Scabior & Natalie McDonald WHAT: meeting for drinks... and more? WHERE: The Troll's Head WHEN: Thursday night WARNING/RATING/STATUS: Drinkin', cursin', maybe sex/R for now/Ongoing
To say Natalie looked out of place in Knockturn Alley was an understatement. But the petite blond walked down the sketchy lane with little trepidation. It wasn’t the middle of the night and there was nothing but rumour and reputation to say that Knockturn wasn’t safe. She’d never had a bad experience. She’d also never really been down Knockturn but she stood by her view regardless.
Gretchen had invited her to get a drink at the Trolls Head and Natalie made it point to not turn down attractive people asking her out. She jumped toward the door and out of the way of a cloaked figure pushing angrily through the crowd outside the pub. She looked around at the assortment, noting right off the bat it was a crowd she wasn’t used to. Her pubs generally didn’t have so many goblins and hags hanging about. She strode straight to the bar and tried to get the attention of the barkeep who kept overlooking her, sandwiched between two hulking wizards who looked closer to trolls than men.
Knocking back her drink, Gretchen leaned against Trevor and grinned slightly. She had had an immensely pleasurable day. She’d spent the previous night with Nat, doing things Gretchen had never even imagined, things she longed to tell Trevor about but knew he wouldn’t appreciate hearing about. And she hadn’t even planned on getting fucked just a few moments ago, but it was just so easy to wind Trevor up, get him to prove himself and she hadn’t been able to resist it.
She was, however, able to resist twisting to the side and pressing her lips against Trev’s neck, especially when she caught sight of Natalie, at the bar. Raising her hand slightly in greeting, Gretch tried to catch the other woman’s attention without looking desperate.