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Post by Charlie Sonata on Jul 25, 2006 15:36:17 GMT -5
It was the end of a long day. Charlie was still lurking around the Common Room, just cleaning up. For some reason, she was actually in quite a happy, bouncy state of mind.
Yes, alright, she had drank a quarter bottle of peach schnapps, but still, she was in quite a good mood. With an armful of books, she wandered over to the bookcase, swaying her hips, and humming softly under her breath. Sticking the books in their correct places, she frowned. She couldn't get the stupid song out of her head. The humming became murmered words, and she began to tap her foot. A smile grew on her lips as her voice grew louder still.
"Foxy! Oh, you know you are a cute little heart breaker...Foxy, yeah! And you know you are a sweet little love maker, Foxy! Yeah!" She sang softly, grinning, starting to even dance a little. Hell, everyone was in bed, no body would hear!
"I wanna take you home, yeah. I won't do you no harm! You've got to be all mine, all mine!!! Ooh, foxy lady!" She paused, like there was a pause in the song, "Now-a, I see you, come down on the scene, oh foxy, you make me wanna get up and a scream! Foxy, oh baby listen now. I've made up my mind, I'm tired of wasting all my precious time! You've got to be all mine, all mine, Foxy Lady. I'm gonna take you home! I won't do you no harm. You've got to be all mine, all mine. Foxy Lady!"
Charlie jumped on one of the chairs, pretending to be playing a ripping air guitar. She jumped of the chair, landing hard, still playing her 'instrument', and giggling.
"Comin' and get-cha. Ooh, foxy lady, yeah, yeah. You look so good, Foxy. Oh yeah, foxy foxy! Yeah. Give us some, foxy. You make feel like a...very foxy, foxy!!"
Charlie wiggled her hips, and danced around, exactly like no-one was watching, because she honestly though no-one was. She collapsed in a giggling heap, all thoughts of cleaning up had gone right out of her head.
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Post by Adam McElroy on Jul 26, 2006 10:51:02 GMT -5
A door slamming, coupled with the padding of bare feet and tired, heavy breathing could be heard as a seventeen year old Lioano (DAMNIT. xD) left his dormitory room to go to the toilet. It was sometime past one in the morning, and he was rather surprised to hear a voice from beneath him, in the common room.
Who was up this early in the morning, anyway?
As he listened, footsteps slowing to a stop, he realized that the voice had a certain tune to it. Somebody was singing down there. Adam knew that he was going to go down and see who it was, he was just too curious, but he was tempted to get back to his dorm and grab a dressing gown. In the end, he headed toward he stairs anyway. It wasn't as if he was indecent; he had a pair of dark gray pajama trousers on.
He slid almost silently down the stairs, his face breaking into a smile as he saw who the singer was. Charlie Sonata. He watched her for a second longer, before stepping into the room fully, feet sinking quietly into the soft carpet. He had caught her dancing and noted her falling onto the sofa, before saying with a mischievous grin, "You're a great singer. You're a great dancer. Heck, you have a great ass. Good morning, Charlie."
Adam walked around her couch, sitting on the brightly colored one opposite. "... You're not... drunk, are you? It's morning time, you naughty girl!"
{BLEEEEEHHH.}
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Post by Charlie Sonata on Jul 26, 2006 11:05:16 GMT -5
It took a moment for Charlie to realize that A - she was no longer alone, and B - someone was talking to her. She jumped about a foot in the air, with a yelp of, "Oh sweet Jesus!", and landed painfully, and awkwardly in a heap on the floor. Untangling herself, she glared at Adam, "Just because I have a great ass doesn't mean you can sneak up on me like that. And no, I am not drunk. I am moderately tipsy. There is a difference, honest!"
Charlie giggled, and pushed herself back onto the couch, nursing a bruised elbow, "Anyway, what are you doing down here, perving on me in the dead of night? I mean, at least I had a reason..."
It was indeed unlikely that he's be perving on her, seeing as she was clad in a pair of pale pink cotton short-shorts, and an over sized grey sweater that was so large, it was actually slipping off her shoulders. Hardly anything decidedly race, was it? |
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Post by Adam McElroy on Jul 26, 2006 11:18:37 GMT -5
"'Good morning to you, Adam, you sexy beast,'" he said, eyebrows raised. "And, no, I didn't not sneak up on you in any way that was even moderately pervy. I sneaked up on you in a way that was a total mistake, and you were so busy flinging yourself about the room singing that you failed to notice me, thank you very much."
"Anyway to you, what were you doing drinking in the middle of the night? Further more - and a considerate amount more importantly -, what were you drinking?"
Oh, he couldn't not be perving on her because of the fact that he wasn't that kind of guy (of course he wasn't! xD). No. It had to be the fact that what she was wearing wasn't... particularly revealing.
{Bleh again.}
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Post by Charlie Sonata on Jul 26, 2006 11:25:35 GMT -5
"Yes, yes, you say that now, eh?" Charlie said, not even really knowing what the hell she was talking about, "Schnapps, I was drinking. I do love my schnapps. T'is very nice. There's the best part of a bottle lying around here somewhere," She waved her hand in a random direction.
"Anyway, I can have a little drink in the middle of the night if the fancy so tickles me, or whatever you say...You can't lecture me! I am quite sure I am legally enough to be old drinking. No, wait, that's not it....Damn, I'm tired. I can't even speak straight!" Charlie giggled, and lay back on her small sofa, smiling at Adam.
"You have no top on," She observed, "Why do you have no top on? You're teasing me, arn't you?" Again she giggled, "Arn't you cold?" |
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Post by Adam McElroy on Jul 26, 2006 11:47:06 GMT -5
Adam laughed at her vague speech and gestures, shaking his head in amusement. "Schnapps, huh?"
"Of course I can't lecture you," he said, waving his own hand. "You're not the only one who sneaks drinks in the middle of the night, I can very much assure you of that. How old are you, anyhow?" He let out another laugh. "Miss Sonata, I have to say, I don't quite think it's your tired-ness that's making to slur- uh, get words a little muddled."
Adam glanced down at her observation. "Well, would you look at that! I don't have a top on! No, I'm not teasing you. It's the middle of summer, and it's boiling hot, damnit. You're lucky I've got the bottoms on, if I can be honest." He grinned, leaning back on the comfortable piece of furniture.
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Post by Charlie Sonata on Jul 26, 2006 11:54:06 GMT -5
"I, Charlie Alaizabelle Sonata, am sixteen years of age," She declared, as though it was some bold, important statement, "Well, at least I think I am. Yep, pretty sure I am...And your right, t'is boiling...I would take of my sexy, sexy old sweater, and make you a very happy young man, but I'm not quite that drunk..."
"You're in seventh year, right? So you must be...seventeen! Or there abouts. Close enough..." She muttered, again with a wave of her hand. Then, quite randomly she said, "Do like Jimi Hendrix?" |
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Post by Adam McElroy on Jul 26, 2006 13:15:39 GMT -5
Adam looked shocked for a moment and then very happy, and glanced around the room. "Where's that damn bottle... There! There it is!" He pointed out the bottle of schnapps, which was atop a nearby side table.
"Now, sweetheart, how much more of that do I need to give you for you to make me a very, very happy young man?" He said this quite seriously, although the grin and the fact that one eyebrow was cockily raised gave it away.
"Yes, indeed, I am the grand old - er, I mean young age of seventeen. Sometime soon. I think. Maybe. I dunno. I'll ask Roxie. She's good at remembering birthdays. All I'm good at remembering is the dates of Quidditch matches, but never mind." Adam shrugged, and said, "And, who?"
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Post by Charlie Sonata on Jul 26, 2006 13:21:29 GMT -5
"You're a damn Mud - excuse me, Muggleborn, and you've never heard of the supreme guitar master that is the one and only Jimi Hendrix? He sings Smoke on the Water! All Along the Watch Towers? The Wind Cries Mary? Surely you've heard of Foxy Lady? Why, in fact, that was the song I was...em, bopping to when you so rudely interupted..." Charlie said, a grin on her lips, "And pass me the bottle, will you?...You can have some if you want. 'S very nice...." |
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Post by Adam McElroy on Jul 26, 2006 13:28:13 GMT -5
"Yes, Muggle-Born, if you please," Adam said in a fake stern voice. "No, I haven't. No idea what you were singing to, or who the hell sang it first. Sorry, Charlie. And my entrance was not rude, it was positively complimentary!"
"Make me get up, why don't you," he grumbled. "But, then again, you'd probably fall straight over if you did!" This was followed by a sly grin, and he picked up the bottle, taking a swig before passing it to her.
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Post by Charlie Sonata on Jul 26, 2006 13:39:49 GMT -5
Charlie took the bottle for Adam, and frowned, "I could walk in a straight line no problem, I'll have you know," She said, slightly snootily, "I just don't want to."
Charlie too took a deep swig of the bottle, and licked her lips. It was thick, syrupy and sweet, tasting very much like peaches, but with the warm bite of alcohol niggling the back of her throat. She grinned, and giggled,
"I can't believe you saw me dancing like that!" |
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Post by Adam McElroy on Jul 26, 2006 13:56:12 GMT -5
"Of course you could," Adam said, sitting next to her on the sofa, eager to taste more of the sweet drink. "Bet you wouldn't prove it, though..."
"Can I have some more of that?" He nodded at the schnapps. "And I quite enjoyed seeing you wiggle that cute little butt around, actually, so you shouldn't be embarrassed or bothered about it. I loved your guitar impression, by the way."
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Post by Charlie Sonata on Jul 26, 2006 14:02:35 GMT -5
Now, any other, normal, decent girl would have at least blushed at Adam's crude compliment. But Charlie isn't exactly what you call 'normal', and she's anything but decent. Handing over the bottle with a sly grin, she said, "Oh, I bet you did. I have more of this wonderful stuff in my room, if you'd like me to fetch you a bottle...?" |
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