bedknob & broomthick | lulu

[Nathaniel David Forrester]

now you see me.

march, 2029

EVY WASN'T ANSWERING ANY OF NATE'S TEXTS and he didn't care. Not even a little bit, not even at all. Who was she but an uppity, snake-tongued bitch, with shit taste in expensive gifts. Nate pretended to laugh at something his coworker Felix said, but it landed flat in the crowd of uproarious 'post-shift fun times'. Nate was two firewhiskeys deep and it wasn't even touching the sides. These were the types of invitations he could have avoided, citing plans with his 'mate' Evy. Now, he was using it as an excuse not to think about her stupid, miserable face.

"Oi, Forrester!" A faceless hand slapped hard on Nate's stooped shoulder, and he perked up just enough to shake it off. It was a robed tie, with a fat face that got ruddy when he drank. He was always talking about their ancient secretaries low-cut tops, and Nate could not remember his name. "Fit bird by the puggy seems to like what she sees." He wagged his tongue and jerked his chin toward a fairy fruit machine near the back of the pub. 

It was a lazy kind of lift of his chin, Nate didn't put much salt into the rubbish fat-booze-mouth spouted off. And yet, he almost did a double take when, through the din of lard arse wizards and flat faced witches drowning their sorrows, Nate could pick Lulu Blishwick out of the crowd with particular ease. He sat up a little straighter, and the hand and tie that had garnered his attention made a laddy grunt and slapped him on the back again before he turned his attention back to the groups rowdiness. Lulu Blishwick wasn't just any fit bird, she was a fun fit bird. And suddenly, Nate realised maybe he didn't have to pretend he wasn't thinking about Evy at all.

Sliding from his seat, Nate downed his firewhiskey and ordered two more on the company tab. He grabbed both before a questing, faceless hand could steal one and edged out from the groups orbit. Backed away and wound his way through the tables to where Lulu sat, looking exceptionally bored and the exact same as Nate remembered. Edgy coloured blonde hair, a face that looked pouty even when she wasn't trying. Nate deliberately placed on of his glasses down in front of her, and slid into the seat perpendicular. Their knees knocked, and he left it there for the fun of it. "Lulu Blishwick, are you drinking alone?"

lulu anne blishwick

NEVERLAND at ADOXOGRAPHY 2.0!

[lulu anne blishwick]

Lulu promised herself she was never going to drink again after a string of incidents with alcohol. But here she was. On the road to being plastered in the dusty ol’ pub. The blonde sat tucked away at a table in the back of the pub people watching with a bored expression plastered on her face, chin resting on the palm of her hand.

At one point she noticed a group of rowdy men enter the pub for after work drinks. She hadn’t noticed the ol’ snake weaving his way through people to approach her.

As the man placed a new drink in front of her and slipped into the chair across from her, knocking her knee with a greeting of her full name, her chin collapsed off her palm and a firewhiskey was placed in front of her. At first her icy saucers stared him down more angrily before realizing who he was. Nate Forrester. The prickle of anger quickly faded, melting into a more content expression. Which was somewhat surprisingly, considering in school and when they worked at the pizzeria together he knew how to piss her off to a point of tears, but he equally, or more so, he knew how to turn her to putty in his hands with his inexplicable fuckboy magic. Lulu knew Nate was probably only looking to get into her knickers but she didn't really mind. Maybe the perfectly timed distraction would soothe her current woes and it meant she didn't have drink alone anymore.

”Nathaniel Forrester..” She greeted with a lazy smile, eyes staring at him hungrily as she sat a little straighter and knocked his knee, wrapping her leg around his with a chuckle. "Not anymore I'm not..." Lulu smiled salaciously before finally releasing his leg. "You come here often?" she asked in jest with a chuckle, not expecting him to answer that. She drained off the rest of her other drink. 

Nathaniel David Forrester