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Post by Jamie Smith on Jan 16, 2013 22:41:02 GMT -5
Jamie chuckled. "And here I thought you'd never even become a drinking buddy," she said, leading the way tipsily out of the bar to the outdoors. The rush of cold air woke her up a little, yet her thoughts were still brash and bold. "Can you apparate without throwing up on my shoes?" she asked with a smirk, holding out her arm.
Jamie looked forward to going back to her place, and the glass of fine red wine that awaited her, a drink that was much more refined than what she had been drinking just moments before...
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Post by Aldar M Silverton on Jan 16, 2013 22:53:30 GMT -5
Aldar smirked, "funny isn't it how things work out."
Aldar looked at Jamie and then at the ground, or rather her shoes. "I can't promise anything, but...I will try and not loose any bodily fluids." Aldar laughed and looked at Jamie, "I can handle apparating, don't worry about it. I'm tougher than I look." Aldar winked at Jamie as he waited for her to apparate them to her house.
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Post by Jamie Smith on Jan 16, 2013 23:12:57 GMT -5
Jamie raised an eyebrow, a grimace flashing across her face as she felt the still raw, slight scar across her chest twinge. "So I've seen," she commented, shrugging it off. "Then let us go," she said, grabbing him and disapperating to her mansion.
She stumbled slightly as they landed, her heels clicking on the stones that formed a walkway to the mansion. She had cleared all the spells protecting the estate as they had traveled, allowing them to arrive. The hole in the spells immediately closed up, forming a strong defense. "Home sweet home..." she said, shrugging. "Come on, I have a glass of wine waiting on me..." she said, leading him forward towards the door. She ran her hand over the doorknob, and the door opened, and the large fireplace in the middle of the sitting room lit up, helping the mansion warm up...
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Post by Aldar M Silverton on Jan 18, 2013 9:42:46 GMT -5
Aldar laughed at her comment, and he remained intact while apparating to her mansion. He realized doing it this way allowed her to do whatever she wanted via the protection of her home. After all he could only assume it was protected, and he guessed right as she ran her hand along the door to open it.
Aldar looked at the mansion, it was a nice looking place, a lot larger than his house, but then again his house was a maze and most of it was hidden. Aldar turned to Jamie as he followed her into the house, "Lovely home, nice fireplace, and wine, what else could anyone want?" He waited to see where Jamie wanted him to go for he didn't think it wise to look around in case there were any traps.
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Post by Jamie Smith on Jan 18, 2013 22:33:06 GMT -5
[/IMG] when the devil wants to dance with you ,YOU BETTER SAY NEVER[/color][/font] because a dance with the devil might last you forever[/color][/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/color][/center][/color][/font]
Jamie smirked, glancing over her shoulder at Aldar. "Nothing. I mean, unless you have emotional needs...But even then, I have found the wine takes care of that..." she said with a grin, chuckling darkly as she moved towards the open kitchen, going to the wine rack and pulling out a bottle. "Mmmm, yes," she purred, flicking her wand and uncorking it. "Care for a glass?" she asked, reaching for the wine glasses that she kept above the small winerack that kept the drinks cooled off. "It's one of my finesttt!!" she said in a sing song voice, smirking deviously at Aldar. "Trust me, you'll love it," she said, going ahead and pouring two glasses then handing him his before she curled up on one of the large couches and taking a sip of hers. "Feel free to take a seat, I hate it when people just stand around....and are taller than me," she said, shrugging and going back to her glass, the drunk feeling only being fueled, but Jamie didn't care..
TAGGED:Deran! CREDIT: Template by LISA@GBBS, lyrics by immortal technique[/color][/font] |
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Post by Aldar M Silverton on Jan 22, 2013 12:40:54 GMT -5
Aldar laughed at her words on emotional needs being cured by wine and drink. They didn't really cure anything just made you forget and then you woke up to the grueling reality of what was before you. "And you have emotional needs then?" Aldar asked a smirk on his face.
Aldar wasn't a fan of wine, well mainly because it was too exquisite and it was Jamie's. True one often said you could drink when the other has drunk, but he didn't even trust that saying, after all Jamie could have slipped something into his glass or made herself immune to whatever it was. He knew the purpose to all of this charade of dating and the like was really a chance just to find out each other and see who died first. Though Aldar was pretty sure that they both would be going down when the time came, if it even did. Who knows they both might be killed by other people, which was a thought, or they could always die in a rather mundane way.
Aldar chuckled taking the glass but set it aside. He sat down and looked at Jamie, "I never would have guessed that you didn't like people being taller than you. Explains the shoes."
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Post by Jamie Smith on Jan 22, 2013 22:50:15 GMT -5
[/IMG] when the devil wants to dance with you ,YOU BETTER SAY NEVER[/color][/font] because a dance with the devil might last you forever[/color][/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/color][/center][/color][/font]
Jamie shrugged and grinned. "Not really, not anymore at least. I found that that was more of a hindrance than advantage," she commented, her grin crooked. Honestly, she really didn't care anymore. She didn't need other people, or their opinions, or the emotional turmoil that came with all of that.
In her pleasant haze, Jamie's eyes neglected to notice how Aldar passed over his drink, until he set it down. She raised an eyebrow, then shrugged, finishing her glass and refilling it. "Suit yourself," she commented lazily, before she threw her legs up on the couch and leaned back against the arm rest, getting comfortable.
Jamie chuckled, taking a sip of wine again. "Actually, the shoes are actually just for appearance... That and they build calf muscles. No, what I meant is that I hate it when people...ah.. stand over me," she snickered from behind her glass. "Mm! Speaking of shoes..." she muttered, sitting up and pulling her legs towards her, before pulling off the stilettos, then stretching her legs back along the couch, enjoying her ankles popping and spreading her painted toes. She sighed in contentment, before curling back up against the arm of the couch. "Much better," she said with another crooked grin...
TAGGED: Deran! CREDIT: Template by LISA@GBBS, lyrics by immortal technique[/color][/font] |
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