drinking games | twigg [M]

[LESATH DEMETRIUS LESTRANGE]

drinks up...

Lesath Demetrius Lestrange was never the type of person to just sit around and do absolutely nothing. He always had something on his agenda and it was always full. Sure, he squeezed the people important to him into it, but most of the time it was him finding things to do as the day went on. Today was no different either and this time he had a little something different planned.

Most would classify Lesath as a player considering he has sex with any girl possible. In reality though he does have good relationships with the women that he fucks. He's actually a quite caring person once you get past the whole "Lestrange" or "dark wizard" bit. He treats the women that he is with like they are royalty to him. He wouldn't do anything to harm them in anyway and if they are in any danger he is always there to protect them when needed.

As Lesath thought about who he could meet up with at the Three Broomsticks a certain Slytherin crossed his mind. Charity Flamel...better known to most as 'Twigg'. After Hogwarts Lesath didn't really go to Hogwarts often, but a year ago he did so and met her along the way. She was a beautiful girl and she immediately caught his attention. After their little encounter they have kept in touch ever since.

Twigg became one of Lesath's best friends in a sense, but he desperately wanted it to be more than that. Sure, he wanted a serious relationship with a girl, but at the same time he didn't know how Twigg felt about that. With a long sigh Lesath sat at a table to himself thinking of her. They haven't seen one another in months and he missed her. Ordering a round of firewhiskey Lesath began to debate to write to her and tell her to meet him at the Three Broomsticks. And as he started drinking he decided against it...

(TAG) : twigg!
(MUSE) : sexayyy
(WORDS) : urgh my word thingy on my computer broke! :[
(CREDIT) : to me!
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['TWIGG' CHARITY MELISSA FLAMEL]

SHE IS THE BLADE
AND YOU ARE JUST PAPER.

It wasn't rare to find the lithe figure of Twigg Flamel in the busy village of Hogsmeade. It was, after all, the only place that offered a little excitement - however limited that may be. Though there was never much intriguing to do it did make a change from hexing perplexed Gryffindors when they weren't looking or practicing her Quidditch skills on the lawns with her team mates. Not that she didn't enjoy such things, it just left her feeling far too childlike for her liking. Now that she was a fully fledged Death Eater, she found everything too childlike, as if the walls around her were stifling her and preventing her from being able to branch out into the 'career' that she had chosen. It never failed to annoy her when she thought of the subject.

Now however she had attempted to forget such things and with her favourite boots clinging to the skin of her thighs she made her way into the small village. When she had first spotted the leather thigh high boots her mother had question when Twigg would ever wear them, they were hardly suitable for anything other than Halloween after all! But Twigg had merely laughed, since when did she care if something was not suitable? She'd wear lingerie in winter if she didn't think she'd get frost bite, so a little tight leather wasn't going to bother her at all, was it? Feeling rather smug with her appearance today she cut straight through the center of the village, past the slowly filling shops and the averted eyes of many of the villagers. Of course there were always those who could not completely avoid taking a peak at the Slytherin seventh year as she sauntered through their word, head held high and bubblegum blowing from between her lips.

As she reached the door of the small public house, usually it wouldn't have been her choice for an evening out, but she had heard that a small group of Gryffies had taken a dare to spend the evening in her usual local simply to see if they could get through the hours. It was pathetic really, what did they think lurked in the Hogs Head's shadows? Murderous goblins ready to jump out and gobble them up? The thought brought a laugh to her lips and it slipped from her mouth as she pushed open the door before her, still smiling with her eyes dancing in amusement as he let it fall closed behind her and made her way to the bar, her lips swaying as seductively as ever beneath the tight fabric of her 'dress.' Reaching the bar she leant forward over the surface, meeting the eyes of the barman full on with no qualms over her age. She was of course legally, at 18 allowed to drink, but if anyone were to question her, there was no ID to prove it. After all, an outfit like this did not have pockets.

With a slow smile she pulled a small leather pouch from where it had been tucked between her breasts and from that tugged a few gold coins. Dropping onto the sticky wood she nodded at the bottle of fire whiskey. As the barman moved off to get her order she relaxed against the bar, pulling her hips inward and tapping the toe of her boots.

[LESATH DEMETRIUS LESTRANGE]

drinks up...

Lesath sat in his seat downing his third firewhiskey of the night. A slight buzz was coming upon him and when he looked up to order another round hos voice caught in his throat. His gaze was caught on a woman sitting at the bar ordering a drink for herself. Looking her over a smirk crossed Lesath's lips.

She was wearing a very short black dress that ended just below her upper thigh, but if she bent over just a little he knew there was much more to it. And to cover the rest of her legs were tight leather boots, that Lesath fit her persona perfectly. All in all he couldn't stop staring at Twigg. She was already looking sexy and the alcohol on top of that was making things harder to resist for him.

Getting up from his seat Lesath pushed through the crowd glaring down all the other men that were staring at her as well. Immediately their gazes fell and as Lesath reached Twigg he wrapped his arms around her slender waist and whispered in her ear, "Hello, love, it's been a while since I have seen you around."

(TAG) : twigg!
(MUSE) : sexayyy
(WORDS) : sorry it is kinda short
(CREDIT) : to me!
(thoughts, italics)(speech, hurr)