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[☀ Jaime o. R H O D E S]

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CLOSED - Mattie Amherst

The exquisite Beauxbatons chateau rose from the distance, climbed in marble radiance then melted in grace, in perfect symmetry, in translucent feminine languor, then into the massed darkness of a forest of pine. The many towers, the slender tracery of the sloping parapets, the chiselled wonder of a thousand yellow windows with their oblongs and hexagons and triangles of golden light, the shattered softness of the intersecting planes of star-shine and blue shade, all trembled over the Rue de Paradis like a chord of music in the night. On one of the towers, the tallest, the blackest at its base, an arrangement of exterior lights at the top made a sort of floating fairyland - it was nothing like she had ever seen before except here. She turned from the view and walked towards the two great doors which swung open at any sign of a nearby customer and amber light from The Grub Pub flooded over her, silhouetting her figure in the dark for a split moment before she disappeared.

Inside, music swayed against the excitable chatter crashing like waves of lights and shadows, motions and faces while the clinking of glass added an electric alto to the chorus. She moved a slender hand to her face, sweeping the golden strands of hair behind her ear after their assault on her vision, and glanced around knowing she wouldn't recognise any of the faces. She edged towards the window curving through the maze of bodies and sat on one of the identical rusted chairs, each in a set with its own unstable flatland between, and relaxed into its un-comforting embrace. The waitress quickly shuffled over, her floating quick-quill at the ready, and smiled absentmindedly.

"What can I get you?"

"Firewhisky", Jaime answered lazily.

"Same for your friend?" The waitress nodded toward the empty chair across from Jaime without recognition, and kept her eyes on the quick-quill.

"Eeer, sure." And with that the woman swivelled off.

Oh Merlin.. she pulled her hands across her face and shook her head into them, her elbows placed on the faded edge of the table. She had been here for five-minutes and already she could see herself becoming the cat lady of Beauxbatons, the one children will run from and who will spit at passers by in spite at their joy. She really could see it now.. Maybe there would be an up-side, you could get away with a lot more if people think you're crazy.

With a start she looked up as the woman returned and placed the liquor down on the table. She smiled and whistled a quick 'Enjoy..' before dissolving into the crowd once again.

The liquor was cheaper here than in Paris, and less smooth as she tilted her head back and let the scalding nectar trickle down her throat. The second glass which had been segregated for her imaginary friend was gone just as swiftly as the first, and almost immediately she found that lights grew brighter, the laughter easier minute by minute tipping out at a cheerful word. She stepped out of her chair and within seconds joined the undulating mass of bodies crowding the portion cornered off as the 'dance area'. The groups changed swiftly, swelling with new arrivals , dissolving and forming in the same breath; already alive with laughter, casual innuendos and enthusiastic meetings between women who never knew each other's names.

After a while she burst through the chatter and music to the bar and ordered another firewhiskey, with the same frizzy haired waitress - who was now confident under the constantly changing light. Drink in hand Jaime turned away only to be stopped by a warm pillar.

Tomorrow she would remember the night as daze of many colours, of quick sensory impressions, of loud music and the sting of whiskey.

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[/b] finitooo!
notes:[/b] it shall get better!!!
muse: Craaazy Spam Plots!

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[mattie amherst?]

Mathew had no idea how long he had been within the company of those attending the nightly Grub Pub festivities. Had it been minutes? Hours? Days? It was easy to lose track of time with its tinted windows and clock less walls. It never mattered what time it was in the dim pandemonium. All that truly mattered was cold drinks, good company and beautiful. It was almost impossible not to find at least two of those required subjects within the depths of the crowded joint. The latter was typically the most difficult to find. Not because many of the attendees of the pub were unattractive. In France, it was hard to turn you cheek without finding a good looking beauty to spend an evening with. What the most challenging part was to find a woman who was beautiful, not desperate and had some assemblance of a head on her shoulders. Those three things combined were not likely found on a visitor of the Grub Pub. Nonetheless when a petite blonde girl padded towards him and requested that he pay attention to her, he did not reject her request. He simply shoved his shoe into the chair next to him and slid it out for her to sit. He wasn’t overly surprised when the pert schoolgirl plopped herself on his lap. He ignored her actions and instead lifted his large drink to his lips. It was going to be a long night.

Mathew leaned closer to the table so he could converse with his friends that had decided to follow him this evening. It was almost a daily occurrence at this point. Mathew would wake up, dabble a bit around the palace, get proper dress on and then escape through the back passage way to the small village. It was the pumping sound and the cheering people within the building that had lured Mathew into the tavern the first night he had safely escaped from the palace. It had been a night that he couldn’t forget even though the numberous drinks that had been bestowed to him. The people he had met that night still remained in his memory. However, he had not had another night so gleeful since. There were evenings that came close but close was only good in horseshoes and hand grenades.

It was only when a fit vivacious woman stepped through the doors that his eyes wavered from the joking banter of his mates. Mathew’s eyes never left her sight as she sashayed from the bartop to her table. He chuckled to himself when she knocked back both shots, he liked a girl that could keep up. It was only when she escorted herself to the dance floor that he saw his moment to pounce. It was now or never. He had his own set of rules and regulations when it came to picking up ladies in the pub. He was already willing to break his first rule with the woman who entered – rule number one was always meet them when you are completely sober. It was amazing what a few pints of ale and a couple shots could do to a man. Mathew nodded his head to his friends in the direction he was headed before he began to move, only one thing stopped him from his goal. The nit was still roosting on his lap. This was going to end now. He was done with her the moment she opened her mouth.

“Oye! Hop.” he mumbled to the lass perched upon his lap. When she pouted in refusal, his eyes narrowed down on her. His mixmatched set twitched slightly before he repeated ”Scoot.” he lightly smacked her outer thigh before she finally became submissive and left him to his vices with only a ‘hmpf’. Mathew’s eyes rolled deeply back in his sockets and his head shook in disbelief when he saw the young girl trot off to forge from another man drunk enough or desperate enough to fall prey to her ill-mannered rehearsed tricks. Women could really be deceitful, yet again… so could men - Especially men such as Mathew Amherst. He was slippery as a snake and yet so charming that you wouldn’t know that he was even playing with you. He was the most deadly kind of person. He would be there for you when you were most vulnerable and tell you that he was there to help you but in the end he would always get something that he wanted from you. His motives were never pure, although he was always honest if anyone asked him.

He straightened his crisp baby blue oxford, picked up his half empty pint and casually strolled towards the illuminated figure. On the short walk over there his mind sifted through the appropriate remarks to make about her or say to her in order to not scare her away, in order to convince her that she wanted to stay with him. Not many came to mind but he was sure that he could figure something out. In one last large stride he towered over, shooting her a sideways grin. She was absolutely stunning, even more gorgeous than she was from across the way. He might be in over his head on this one. Setting down his drink on the bar and motioning for a refill, he coolly remarked ”I’m surprised you actually showed up.” It was one of the most awful and at the same time suave lines he had ever used. It wouldn’t be too much longer until he could convince her that they were intended to meet up here and that this occasion was all part of a planned event.

[☀ Jaime o. R H O D E S]

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CLOSED - Mattie Amherst

A momentary hush swept across as the rhythm varied obligingly into the next tune, followed by a burst of chatter as the party continued. The only syllables and vowels Jaime seemed to catch had escaped from the smooth lips of the tall, dark haired young man standing before her.

"I'm surprised you actually showed up", he remarked.

The firewhiskey had already made it seem like the room around her was the centre of the world - Jaime tended to think that way generally but with the assistance of alcohol the results were substantially less predictable. There had been occasions when she had started the night dancing in eternal graceless circles, only to find herself waking up in the morning to a grossly un-impressed home-owner deservedly astonished as to why a young woman had decided to sleep in his garden. Tonight, already the hilarity had increased by the minute, while vacuous bursts of laughter rose into the humid summer air. On such a stage some memorable thing was sure to happen, and from the sight before her she seemingly had a willing participant.

"Well, I like to visit the local watering holes and pick out the weakest in the herd", she started to laugh...

"I'm Katie", she lied, then crossed one foot over the other idly and an amused grin hung on her features as she rested her elbows on the bar behind her. The spiced liquid swirled within the confines of the glass in her hand and she raised her brows daringly, her crystal blue eyes glimmering under the dimmed light with excitement as she inwardly decided to give the nameless man the benefit of the doubt.

He seemed the type, confident, wayward, and reluctant to go home until the earth lurched lazily back towards towards the morning sun. Behind her, the waitress seemed to be moving busily, setting shot glasses along the bar and filling them past the brim with amber coloured liquids, and smiling invitingly at the male faces nearby. Jaime's gaze shifted to the waitress and examined the bar, concluding there was no other option now, then moving back to him. What harm could it do to pry a willing stranger into her madness? It was always more entertaining with someone else. With a quick rush of impulse she shrugged her shoulders in a challenge to him.

"Let's play a game," she dared, her voice joining the mass of chatter and music.

"If you can drink me under the table and still get up on that bar", she motioned to the bar top, "then Waitress Wendy here will send me your bill."

Decidedly not giving him a choice she grinned, downed the drink in her hand, turned to the bar drumming her hands against the mahogany and cried triumphantly - "Twelves shots for my friend here, and keep 'em coming!"

She turned to him holding her finger up as a warning sign;

"The rules are..No kicking. No biting. No rabbit punches."

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[/b] agh!
notes:[/b] sorry this took so long!!!
muse: Driiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinkkksss!

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[mattie amherst?]

”Ahhh, you and me both.” he nodded in agreement. It was typically not only the attractive ones he picked but the desperate ones that ended up at the end of the night. It was not typical of Mathew to attempt to pull a challenge. It was easier to bring a girl home with him when they felt even honored to be in his presence. It was less work for the Cossu to capture easy meat. However, he could tell that this woman was worth the effort. He doubted he would ever regret at least playing his hand. ”It would explain why you weren’t talking to me earlier. ” She obviously didn’t see him as the weakest link ergo she did not seek out his attention.

Mathew wished he could unhear what she just said. He really hated when girls told him their names without prompting. Life was always easier when things weren’t muddled with personalization and names just complicated everything. But perhaps this was the kind of girl you would want to remember. She already seemed like one for the book already.

This woman had no idea what she was getting herself into. It had only been a few times in his new life before that his intense heat could not burn off the alcohol he dumped into his system. It was nearly the only perk he had from his condition. However, this perk was also a downfall. It meant that it was near impossible for him to enjoy a forgetful night. It became difficult for him to become intoxicated to the point that he didn’t regret his decisions. Additionally, it meant that unless she shared his special problem it was unlikely for her to conquer him. But, yet again, if he purposefully lost perhaps there would be some gain.

Mathew’s eyed the shots that were designated for him. Lifting one up, he smirked ”and what of the terms if you win?” Mathew waited for her answer before he tipped back the overflowing glass of full a smooth sting. If this was where his night was headed, he would welcome it gladly with open arms. Cold drinks and a hot woman. What more could he ask for?

He was about to down his first shot when she paused him to doll out her rules. ”Kicking fine and dandy. But, I can’t promise I won’t bite.” Mathew winked at her, his bright sharp smile stretching his tanned skin across his face. His eyes scanned her curves for a moment before starting his line of shots. This was going to be an interesting night, he was sure of it.

note:bit short but its the best i can do with the time frame