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Post by LYLA ROSE HAWTHORNE on Sept 10, 2014 18:34:07 GMT -5
Normally, Lyla would have never hexed someone and locked them in a closet for the simply reason of being Foxer's girlfriend... however, it wasn't an unknown fact that whenever she had too much to drink that she acted out, and this was no exception. She almost felt bad about it, but some extra sips of her drink made those faint feelings disappear. "Archer, don't smirk at me like that, there was a...a situationnn and I handled it expertlyyy." she slurred a bit and nodded. Well it was certainly a situation in her books- the man she had strong feelings for had a girlfriend, a rather pretty girlfriend, and they were in her house.
Foxer took her arm in his hand and whispered into her ear, demanding to know where he had taken Ruby. Him grabbing her arm had startled her a bit and made her jump, which didn't mix well with her being intoxicated and in heels. She stumbled and fell into Foxer and spilled a bit of her drink on both him and herself. Instead of being irritated with Foxer laying his hands on her and the fact that she had spilled her drink, she fell into a fit of giggles. "You're going to have to makeee me tell you, Foxy!" she smiled up at Foxer. "Don't be so mad, you need a drink- here there isn't much left." she tried handing the glass with a bit of liquid left in it up to him while still in the awkward position against him, but her coordination was failing her. Before she spilled it on herself again, she stopped.
Her blue eyes landed on Archer and extended her hand with the glass in it with a smile, wanting him to take it. "Archer, could you get me another drink please? Maybe one for Mr. Grumpy over here too." she asked politely, laughing more as she referred to Foxer as Mr. Grumpy. She turned to face Foxer while still leaning against him, nearly falling over in the process. She liked his hand on her and liked being close to him and feeling his heat. She was half tempted to hug him, but while she was drunk, she was not stupid and was not wanting to seem like a softie. He'd probably freak out at her for hugging him and he'd leave yet again. A pang of sadness hit her and she frowned, remembering the day years ago when the last image she saw of him for years was the picture of his back to her, leaving. She didn't want him to leave again, but she also didn't want him to be here with another woman. She didn't know which was more painful. "You don't have what it takes to make me talk though, I know it." she smiled again forcing herself to not dwell on any more. Instead she raised her eyebrow up at him and smiled charmingly.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2014 22:01:22 GMT -5
By now, Ilsa was outside sitting in the gazebo. She was quite plastered as she had planned to be, and discussing one of her cases with great pride. A male guest was listening to her, or at least pretending to and was more interested in gazing upon her. If so, she barely noticed. "So that's where the trial got funny..." she said. " All this time Dorbalt Clotblood was accusing my client of ripping off the customers of their discount wizardwear store and the second his wife enters the room with a few photographs, he changes his tune. He admitted to everything... I mean EVERYTHING!!! He was not only ripping off the customers behind my client's back and making it look like my client did it, but he was also selling illegal Romanian Wildweed on the side and cheating on his wife with two women and another man! My client got off and Clotblood got the beating of his life.. by his wife in the middle of the damn room. No one even noticed me laughing my bum off." She then looked around. "Is it hot out here to you? I mean... it is HOT. I need more drinkie. 'Cuse me."She then began to head in. LYLA ROSE HAWTHORNE (Modded)
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Post by ARCHER ORION ABNER on Sept 21, 2014 12:48:51 GMT -5
"MERLIN" Archer muttered under his breath he knew this was going to end in disaster.. Honestly he just wanted Foxer talking to them again, he needed Foxer talking to them again.. HE NEEDED IT.. Because he knew he was only torturing himself with thinking that Lyla and him could make a go of it. He had stupidly allowed himself to get attached to her the past few years since her dreadful nose dive in professional quidditch world. He had meant to just help her out, but somehow in Lyla's sneaky way she had weaseled into the that lovely role of co-dependency that had him entertaining un-healthy thoughts.
Thoughts like trying to make a second go of a relationship with her.. Which he knew was absurd, hell his bloody shrink said it was a fool dream spawned from his in ability to get the girl he really wanted.. Truthfully Archer knew that if he went down that road that was becoming more and more tempting he would irrevocably damage the friendship that had survived that last stint of temporary insanity where he thought they would could be more than just friends, when both loved another..
"You need another drink, Like I need another drink, and he " he looked at his Cousin.. Taking in Foxer's glare that was directed at Lyla. " Um yeah he could use one or two.. Foxer it is a party.. there is witnesses you can't plot her demise in public..You incriminate yourself that way.. " his eyes flickered around for Ilsa so he could get her input on the subject.. " well if Ilsa was here she would tell you it isn't wise to plot demise publicly.. Have a drink Man I'll look for your Rose.. You get Lyla to the kitchen, and get her something without a proof level in her and we well see if we all can talk." Pushing himself from the bar he grabbed a fluted glass from the serving tray of a girl whom he winked at.. " Don't mind if I do.. " looking at Lyla.. " Here's to finding what you did with her body..." tagged: LYLA ROSE HAWTHORNE, @ilsa
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Post by FOXER ALABASTER ABNER on Sept 21, 2014 14:09:17 GMT -5
More on instinct his hand went to her, it was always instinct that acted first with Lyla, and always that initial instinct was to protect her feeling her fragile looking form brush up against him as she staggered and had to steady herself against him. His fingers tighten a fraction on her forearm even as he felt the wetness seep into his shirt as she dribbled a bit of her drink on him and her both.
His other arm pulled her into his chest to help her steady herself.. Looking back over his shoulder as Archer agreed on him needing a drink.. " Like I need to join the drunkenness.." He frowned as he caught that sad glimmer in her beautiful eye and like always when she looked at him like that he felt a bit of himself break knowing he had caused her to feel that pain when he had hoped that they had finally finished hurting one another..He was trying to move on like she had. Or at least like he thought she had..
Straightening up, he looked at Archer who suggested he look for Ruby leaving him with Lyla he glowered thinking it was a horrible idea.. " Merlin sakes Archer she has my date stashed up somewhere in her house.. I"m the last person she would cooperate with.. Hear her slur words in not being able to break her his brow arched.. Hush.. Your in enough trouble with me.. He thought as looked at Archer for help.. and was met with only a slurred toast to finding Ruby.. Looking back at Lyla he knew he would need to get the info from her.. Knowing that perhaps like Archer suggested it might be easier if she was sober..
"Come on Lyla's.. and don't tempt me.. I know a few ways to loosen those lips.. " tagged: LYLA ROSE HAWTHORNE
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Post by LYLA ROSE HAWTHORNE on Sept 21, 2014 17:14:37 GMT -5
For a moment, her senses were overwhelmed with the tightening grip Foxer had on her arm. For a moment, she felt wonderful, warming feeling that he had her back and would protect (even though she always tried to put on a show that she never needed protecting). While she loved her independence and knew she was capable of handling herself (most the time), she always secretly loved the feeling that she wasn't all alone and she had someone by her side. While Archer and her had rekindled their close friendship after Lyla desperately needed help, it wasn't at all the same as when she had Foxer. His other arm pulled her closer to him and she allowed herself to rely on him for balance, since otherwise she would be stumbling. Plus she loved the heat he gave off and the feeling of being close to him.
"Yes, I'm glad you agree with me, Archer." she smiled at him before looking back up at Foxer. Normally, in a sober state of mind, she would avoid looking at him for so long despite really wanting to, but right now she was too far gone to care. She took everything in- his signature brown hair, his big brown eyes, and his five o'clock shadow... She broke her stare when she saw a moving figure about fifteen feet away and she beamed, recognizing that it was Ilsa. "ILSAAA!" she shouted, waving her hand to her to join. "I'VE GOT TO TELL YOU SOMETHINGGGG!" She called to her, breaking away from Foxer reluctantly. She tried to run towards Ilsa quickly, but she stumbled and nearly fell into the small fountain. She kicked off her heels, figuring that they weren't helping her balance, and approached Ilsa.
"Archer will explain, but I'd hexed a really disgustingly pretty woman who happens to be Foxer's girlfriend and stuffed her in my grandmother's closet," she giggled at this, telling Ilsa in the low tone where the redheaded Ruby was. "You can lead Archer to her to let her out- she's a reporter for the Daily Prophet and I don't want another article about me..." she narrowed her eyes a bit before giggling more. "Shhhh don't tell Foxer." she smiled before turning back to the Abner boys. "Join us!" she smiled before returning back to where she had left Archer and Foxer (while being very careful not to fall into the fountain).
"I told Ilsa my secrettttt," she smiled at the two of them with a joking tone. "But yes, Foxer let's go to the kitchen- good luck finding her!" she raised her glass to the drunken toast and laughed a bit more. Without thinking, she returned to Foxer's side and let herself lean on him again- appreciating that he was serving as her walking aid (and fulfilling a few other selfish desires). Memories kept flashing into her mind, making her both hurt but nostalgic all at the same time. "How do you plan to do that, by calling me an attention seeking whore like last time?" she said softly in a bitter tone, but she wore an expression of hurt on her face. She hid her emotions when sober but when she was under the influence, she was much easier to read.
She started towards the kitchen with him without her heels which helped her balance and walking skills greatly, but despite not stumbling as much as before, she still remained close to him and leaned against him. "You know, I'm not a whore Foxer." she slurred a bit, her brow furrowed. "I actually haven't been in a relationship for eight years. Not since the annulment." she began rambling on a bit, the alcohol pushing some of the thoughts she kept hidden out her mouth. "No kisses, no sleeping with someone else, not even a date," she laughed, but this time she was more laughing at herself. "But looks like you were right at the press conference, you're over everything and found yourself someone prettier and better." she gave him a broken smile as they entered the small backdoor that led directly into the kitchen. "You're doing better than me." she nodded, stopping in her tracks once in the kitchen and she slowly gave him a soft hug. She'd held so much back and still held a lot more of the hurt back despite being intoxicated and slightly out of her mind. After all, she was spewing all this out to the very person who made her feel the most... even if recently it had been a lot of bad feelings...
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Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2014 19:13:32 GMT -5
Ilsa was stumbling herself, making her way to the alcohol she so desperately craved, but did not need. She was then stopped by Lyla and grinned at her friend. "There you are, my lovely!" she said, embracing Lyla. "I was having the most wonderful conversation with... with... hell, I forgot his name."She then listened as Lyla spoke of what she did to the girl from the Daily Prophet. Her jaw dropped and her eyes widened. "You did whaaaat?" she asked . "Lyla, you are bad. Bad... bad... bad." Isla tapped Lyla on the nose with her finger. "Okay, I can help you, but just this once. No more hexing people, no matter how rotten they are!"
She then turned and smiled at Archer and Foxer as she approached them with Lyla. She then grabbed Archer. "Come on, follow me," she said. "But first, I need to refill my glass... and then you can follow me." She then turned to head to the nearby bar. "Don't worry, Archie, I can help you! I'm a lawyer!" She stumbled again as she neared the bar. LYLA ROSE HAWTHORNE FOXER ALABASTER ABNER ARCHER ORION ABNER
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