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Post by satin on Aug 6, 2009 1:23:51 GMT -7
Satin usually ended up here when darkness fell if she wasn't doing work for Revan or reducing London's population of pigeons. There wasn't just the Cauldron in the alley and this basement bar named Dante's was a fairly new addition as business seemed to be picking up again. It had two levels to it but this level was for the customer who wanted to chill out. It was like a lounge bar in the muggle world with something like smooth wizarding jazz and other smooth tunes playing in the background. The other level comprised a nightclub with the latest house grooves and a red and black colour scheme. A level you could access if you felt in the mood to dance and/or drink your troubles away.
It was pretty hard to find and while they didn't do blood she did like the house white wine. Satin could dress as a witch as her red robes resembled a flappers dress straight out of the 1920's along with a light waterproof cloak. Which was currently slung over the back of her chair. The thin linen dress showed mostly bare arms and enough of a hint of cleaveage. She wore a single ruby and gold pendant on a gold chain along with a watch that was charmed to work in magic rich areas. She also wore flat black shoes since she seen no point in making herself look taller and she wore a little light makeup. She couldn't disguise what she was anymore and if others found that to be a problem so be it. It was their loss not hers.
So with a bottle and a glass to top up it looked like this confident but bored vampiress might drink it all herself.
She sipped her glass as she relaxed in the stuffed chair by a table. Might she have company tonight? Who knew and what could it lead to?
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Post by Harley Duke on Aug 6, 2009 3:39:09 GMT -7
Harley strolled into the bottom floor of the bar, instantly liking the zen atmosphere, he hadn't heard music like this in years, as he'd been at the Auror academy for so long. He had decided to stop in to get a drink, and possibly meet someone, or something new. He knew that these sort of places are havens for the more shifty characters one could imagine. He strolled across the lounge, weaving though couches, coffee tables, and chairs, quite content to take his time, for the first time in a good while. Harley unzipped his black leather jacket, because he was starting to feel a little stuffy in the smoky room.
Approaching the bar, he noticed a good looking target sitting alone, but upon further inspection ((as any good male Auror should)) he realised that there was something less than normal in her pale complexion. The word Vampire came to mind straight away, and his curiosity peaked, this might be a good opportunity to study these creatures in the field. He crosses the room, keeping an eye on her, while she sipped away at her drink, all the while considering his strategy. He reached the spot where she sat, and dropped into the couch, smiling, and saying in a low voice. "G'day, care if I join you?" Harley had an unnatural skill for talking to women, and seemes to be able to pull a stimulating conversation out of his ass at will.
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Post by satin on Aug 6, 2009 3:54:02 GMT -7
Perhaps for somebody coming out of a bootcamp and goldfish bowl like atmosphere of Auror training camp this was liberation. This was civilian wizarding life at this fullest as people tried to relax and enjoy themselves. Perhaps they'd been working hard for Merlin knew how long, perhaps they were trying to forget their troubles or even break a cycle of boredom like Satin.
She seen Harley and they had met briefly before. When she was a barmaid in the Hogs Head but many customers passed through there while that was her place of work. It might come back to her if they started talking; assuming he didn't find anybody more interesting or attractive than her.
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Post by Harley Duke on Aug 6, 2009 4:16:22 GMT -7
Harley had an inkling that he'd me her before, she looked sort of familiar, but he couldn't remember where, or even if they had met. He clearly was in need of a drink, so he told a passing staff member, to bring him a firewhisky, and turned back to Sating, and continued. "You got a name kid?" He still wasn't sure what had brought him over here, just a feeling that the conversation could be interesting.
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Post by satin on Aug 6, 2009 4:22:54 GMT -7
"Off course you can join me, but the last time I was called kid was when I was still at school. Is is an Australian term I haven't heard before?
My name's Satin. Whats yours?" she softly replied as this temptress had a feeling the game was begining again. The nocturnal game that sometimes led to you leaving with a guy on your cold pale arm. She sipped her wine as she made him welcome but what happened next was up to the both of them.
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Post by Harley Duke on Aug 6, 2009 4:44:55 GMT -7
Harley recieved his drink from the waiter, and took a swig, thinking about her question for a moment, and replied. "No, it's not an Australian term, it's just something I've said since I started at Hogwarts, I call everyone kid, especially people that're older than me. How long have you been out of school, if you don't mind me asking.?" His politeness was sure to last a few drinks at least, so he might as well overuse it while he could.
He ran his hand through his short blond hair, and took another drink of Firewhisky, feeling it burn at his throat. Alcoholic beverages were few and far between at the institute, so this was a treat, and he was likely to get completely blotto in his enthusiasm.
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Post by satin on Aug 6, 2009 4:52:41 GMT -7
"I haven't been to a school of any kind for ten years now" Satin replied after another sip of wine. She wasn't that much older than he was in calender years at 26 years old and still quite young for a vampire.
If he did get drunk Satin wasn't one to leave him in the gutter. She'd make sure he was alright before she left him. Even if that meant putting up for the night if there was no other options. Given the time it was the Cauldron would be closing soon and it was dangerous here at nights.
She returned a little cute smile and asked "how about yourself? It looks like you've graduated yourself. So what does a good looking guy like yourself do for a living?"
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Post by Harley Duke on Aug 6, 2009 5:22:12 GMT -7
Harley smiled slightly at her compliment, and the little voice in his head said.
'So I'm good looking aye? I knew that waaaay before you did sister'
He decided, however it would be rude not to reply, and so answered. "I'm actually about to finish my Auror training, I'm out for the weekend, just to smell the roses, then I have to go back to the academy. I think they let us just just to tease us, you wouldn't believe how good it is to be out an about, even if it is only for a couple of days."
Harley finished what was left of his drink, and ordered another, this was, he thought, going to be a night to remember. The conversation was good, and so he continued. "And you? You're a......model?" He thought this would suffice as a compliment. He knew he would have no troubles getting home, he was apparated plenty of times while drink with Padril, so he considered it a part of his skill range. His manor outside of Hogsmead, and his house-elf would retrieve him any tonic he needed in the morning.
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Post by satin on Aug 6, 2009 5:35:00 GMT -7
Satin smiled when he said she was a model. Not quite right but she had the looks of one. A model would be hard pressed to be a defender of a coven. She still had her martial skills and had sharpened her swordplay skills after the Hogs Head burned down. If people thought she was just a pretty face they might underestimate her and that gave her an advantage.
"So they let you out to tease you with a bit of freedom? It seems you've met the right girl in that case and I'll help you enjoy this night of freedom" she replied whispering the last sentence into his ear as she bent over to get closer. He'd see that little bit of tempting cleaveage up close. She'd met guys like him before and knew just what they needed when they were on liberty. Sometimes those needs dovetailed with a temptresses needs.
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