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Jan 12, 2021 15:11:38 GMT -7
Post by Elaine Lyra Dupree on Jan 12, 2021 15:11:38 GMT -7
Elaine’s latest toy was quite the pretty one - a petite blonde from Saint Mungos one of her followers had discovered for her. The New Year was upon her, and Elaine longed for the New Years Eves of old, when she, Fin and Desi would get up to no good. Sneaking firewhiskey from the Hogs Head, they would drink in the Room of Requirement until they all passed out. Simpler times then. The last few New Years Eves, Elaine had lain low, for obvious reasons. She was one of the Most Wanted witches in Great Britain after all, so she had to keep a low profile. She was itching to get out of the base however, and decided that her new toy would serve the perfect disguise. She had discovered a flyer the woman had on her for a party at the Violet Hound, a magical pub she had tried to sneak into when she was just seventeen, but unfortunately hadn’t been able to stay long enough to explore. Since both she and her new toy were obviously of age, that should no longer be a problem. Plus, she wanted to have some FUN.
Slipping the Polyjuice potion with the woman's hair into a flask with a snake engraving on either side, Elaine took the first dose of the potion and winced as she transformed into the petite blonde. Checking herself out in the mirror, she waved her wand and transformed her clothes into a sparkling black minidress with heels to match. Perfect, she thought to herself, and with a smirk left the confines of the base. Apparating to the Violet Hound, she manipulated her way in without paying any cover and made her way to the bar. After downing two shots of Firewhiskey in quick succession, she shook her head and made her way to the dance floor. Swaying to the loud thumping of the bass, Elaine closed her eyes and pretended she was just an ordinary girl for the first time in her entire life. If anyone cared to join her, they’d certainly be in for some surprises.
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Feb 1, 2021 13:49:32 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Feb 1, 2021 13:49:32 GMT -7
A man like Zeus thrived on holidays like this one, when people are out in droves with the express purpose of getting absolutely plastered and kissing someone at midnight. Finding a...friend for the night was never a hardship on nights like this, and Zeus loved every minute of the hunt. He was well aware he attracted a certain demographic of young women (and men). Namely those with unresolved parental issues, though not always. Sometimes they just liked the look of an older man, and sometimes they were actually close to his age. Zeus wasn't picky, really. As long as the other party is willing and able to consent--he's got enough morals not to prey on those who can't tell their finger from their nose.
He slicked back his hair with a bit of pomade and trimmed his beard into a neat shape, careful to keep his mustache off his lips. A fitted but not overly tight t-shirt to show his physique, but loose enough that he could move comfortably. A nice pair of dark wash denim and his favorite pair of black boots nearly completed the look. All topped off with a leather jacket, authentic and older than even himself, worn soft with age. He flashed a wink at himself in the mirror before leaving.
Finding the pub wasn't hard, and slipping into the crowd was even easier, Zeus was sliding up to the bar for a whiskey when he spotted her. A petite thing, blonde and done up in a sparkly black number he was sure didn't cover much beyond the necessaries. Her age was a bit...variable, and there was a chance she was a year or two shy of his self-imposed limits, but he wouldn't know if he didn't ask. She was absolutely his type, though. Only time would tell if he was hers.
After considering his options of openers--best to avoid anything that sounded too much like leering old man, and more like suave, seasoned gentleman. There really wasn't anything truly safe, he knew, and while the classic 'Can I buy you a drink?' was a good fallback, he doubted she was interested in drinking right then--she'd be at the bar if she was. Best to just, slid in nearby and match her rhythm for the time being. Let her take the reigns, as it were.
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Feb 5, 2021 10:38:47 GMT -7
Post by Elaine Lyra Dupree on Feb 5, 2021 10:38:47 GMT -7
Elaine noticed him before he made his way over to her, and she smirked. This body had its benefits, and while Elaine felt most beautiful in her own skin, as one of the Ministry’s most wanted, she couldn’t go out and about as herself. This version of herself though was very pretty and it didn’t take long for the man to slide up near her, matching her beat as they danced. Stealing glances, Elaine took in his handsome features and chiseled body. A man like this clearly cared about appearances, and put in a lot of hard work to maintain himself.
Taking the lead, Elaine slidled up to him and placed his arms around her waist, draping her arms around his neck as she tossed her hair back and smiled up at him. “A handsome devil such as yourself shouldn’t be alone on New Years Eve,” she purred, swaying with him to the music. Though she had no interest in romantic relationships whatsoever - who could possibly keep up with her after all - she had her own needs. And a safe house not too far away; she would just have to be careful to keep up her Polyjuice intake and slip away while he slept. If it even got that far of course.
@zeus
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