They Say it's a slippery slope;;Closed-Mav

[Cammie Wagner]

“Looks good, But I think I'd like it even better inside” “You think so?” Cammie returned his smile easily, keeping in stride with him under the soft gleam of the street lamps. If this were any other night, Cammie would have been inside since well before the club had ever even opened. She would have been walking the floors, socializing and generally making nice with all of guests and employees within her bar. Generally just oiling the cogs that was her establishment. Of course, if it was slow (which she could tell from the outside queue that it was not) she would have been in her office filing invoices and filling out order forms. Damien had taken quiet a liking to one of her dancers as of late, and was depleting her stock of sherry by the case. He was going to put her out of business if she wasn't careful. Of course, there was also a good chance that Cammie might have been standing outside with all of the other people just waiting to get inside, if for no other reason than to listen to people talking about what they really thought of her establishment. Reviews were one thing, but word of mouth was always what really got a place going. Everybody knew that. Shall we?” Nodding, Cammie slipped her hand into Maverick's and started them toward the establishment, not to be bothered with lines. There wasn't a bouncer out front, which meant that these people had to be keeping control of the crowd themselves, which was kind. Good thing was, that normally meant no fighting, and that it was one of the 'good' nights.

Grasping Mav's hand she guided the two of hem past the entrance and into the warm hearth that was purgatory. It was teeming with life, people toasting each other at the bar and carrying on merrily, she could see poor Giovanni staggering about while cleaning off tables and rushing to get more people in the door. He spotted her almost instantly, shooting him a warning look to keep him away she gave him a wink for his good job and weaved her body along with her guest toward the back of the room. The elevator was one of her favorite parts in all of this, it was the older kind, that needed the golden gate to close outside of the actual lift doors. Pulling them open she closed both sets of doors around them, and twisted the handle until it settled on the appropriate floor and began moving. It was only about three floors below, it had to be that far underground due to the fact that the music was usually fairly loud and she didn't want to have to bother with the permits that were needed to be able to stay open as late as she did without petitioning to the public and such. They hadn't even stopped moving before Cammie heard the music coming from the direction of her feet. The fact that she was in close proximity with Maverick didn't go unnoticed. Of course, they had been alone the whole night, but here, in the golden glow of the elevator seemed to imply a different mood...one that she couldn't quiet name, but it was making her hand warm. She couldn't tell what he was thinking, not for certain, but it had to be along the same lines as what she was thinking.

Whenever the lift stopped, Cammie took her time in letting go of Maverick's hand and opening the double doors to allow them passage into the club. The temporary bouncer that she had hired only a few days ago took time to give Mav a good once over, no doubt sizing him up, but let them pass without any comment. Sure enough, the music was pounding, she was going to need to be very close to anybody in order to be heard. There were only two girls on the stage, and she could see Eden sitting in one of the very far booths. If she wasn't on break, or working for her tips she was going to have to have a talk with her. This wasn't time for socializing, but since she was here as a guest and not the manager, she was going to have to let the whole thing pass for now. Glancing around for just a moment, to get a feel for the people that were in the room with her, Cammie took a step back and placed her hand on Maverick's forearm, and took the chance to lean in closer to him. Might as well get her business taken care of before she sat down. She wasn't about to stay in these cloths, looking this rough for the duration of the night. With her eyes on the bar, she sincerely hoped that nobody was going to give her away. She felt comfortable in the fact that they were loyal to her, and knew how to be discrete. None of her new hires were working, so it shouldn't be an issue.

“Excuse me for just a moment, I want to go and get, cleaned up” Offering Mav a smile she squeezed his hand once before pulling herself away. “Why don't you get us some drinks, and a table. Just mention my name, I'm sure they'll put it on my tab” Of course she didn't have a tab, but he didn't need to know that. Hopefully, the bar keep would have enough sense to just smile and nod at the request without running her big mouth. Cammie had no idea what time it was, but it had to be around midnight. Hopefully, that meant that her better girls were taking to the stage, and would Maverick would have more than enough things to keep him fully entertained. Giving Mav one last glance she stole away toward her office located behind the store room and up a very small, spiral staircase. Ducking behind the bar before she could be stopped or pulling into a side conversation with somebody about the state of her looks and took the stairs two at a time and let herself into her office. The second that she was inside she pulled her heels from her aching feet. Tacky as it was, she was going to have to skip on the heels for the rest of the night if she ever wanted to walk again. Already she knew that she must have blisters the size of mountains. There was a small mirror next to her desk, and the sight that she found looking back at her was appalling. Twigs in her hair, dirt smudged on her neck. Cringing, she pulled her wand out of her jeans and peels her tank top from her body. Muttering a couple of cleaning charms she watched as her hair cleaned and straightened itself, falling about her shoulders as it did. She watched as her jeans came clean, and her face was scrubbed bare. Pulling her emergency stash of beauty products from the top drawer in her desk she reapplied enough to make her look presentable.

Cammie quickly pulled her overnight bag out from the corner trunk in the room, she spent so much time here it had become a necessity for her to keep at least two spare changes of clothing here. While she was more than certain that Mav would think it was strange of her, coming back out in new cloths but she should be able to come up with some sort of reason for her having new clothing. If nothing else, she could claim it just her vanity. Wiggling her body into the her new Outfit, and leaving the jacket and purse on her desk. Her feet were already thanking her for choosing something that wasn't quiet so tall. Of course, now Maverick would be towering over her. Sighing to herself she bent over to tuck her jeans into the insides of her boots and dashed back out to her company. She couldn't have been gone for more than fifteen minutes, but it still took her a few moments of searching before she spotted him once more. It should have been more simple, since he had bright hair like herself. Making her way over to him, she eased herself into the booth next to him. “Sorry about the wait, I hope they were treating you alright?”

[Maverick Dresner]

Maverick grinned as he felt Cammie's hand slide back into his, it was a comfort he hadn't realized he'd needed until he had lost it. He ran his thumb over the back of her palm gently as they closed on their final location. Mav was sure to keep pace while they walked towards the door, but once they entered the doorway, he allowed Cam to take the lead, after all this was her territory and it seemed the only thing Maverick knew how to do in a place like this was drink too much and get kicked out. The club was bustling with an atmosphere much cheerier than what Mav was used to, but the change was certainly welcome, even more so when he was pulled into the golden elevator for some impromptu alone time.

In the dim light and closed space of the elevator Maverick couldn't help wishing the mechanism wouldn't suddenly breakdown and allow them to spend the rest of their night, or at the very least the next hour or so exclusively in each others company. Mav wasn't so sure he was ready to share Cam with the rest of the patrons, and certainly not with the proprietor she was so close to. Of course for the first time he realized what a mess they must look, there was a smudge of dirt on Cam's left cheek and Maverick couldn't resist pulling a leaf from her hair with his free hand, chuckling as he flicked it from his fingers to the ground. Still, tattered and torn, dirty and messy, none of it could detract from the beauty of the face that lay beneath.

As the elevator came to a halt Maverick was reluctant to return to reality and leave this moment of private bliss, but he supposed it was time to see if Cam truly sought his company or if she had just needed a strong arm to lean on until she made it safely from the wood. But Maverick felt fairly certain this was not the case, there was something between them that was clicking this night. Either way, the rest of the club should be warned, Mav wasn't going to be easily deterred by competition. Maverick only grinned as Cammie left him to change. He had wanted to tell her she looked fine, that she was already beautiful and there was no reason to change, but the pressure she left on his hand just before walking away had erased all concept of language leaving him to simply stare and smile until she disappeared from view.

Maverick curtailed the stupid grin on his lips back to an impish smirk as he moved towards the bar. Being only human he found his eye continuously drawn to the dancers on stage. It wasn't that he hadn't noticed the dancers before, but now was the first time he was actually looking at them. Attractive young girls he awarded there performance with an upward tug of his lip and a quick raise of the brow. If he did end up misreading Cam, he'd have to remember to get an introduction. Finally having made his way to the bar he found the maid to be yet another attractive young woman. Mav would have to be sure to visit this place more often.

"Two whiskey doubles, rocks," Maverick grinned showing two fingers as if to confirm his order. He wasn't sure it was necessary as he found himself leaning on the bar and with enough elbow room that the barmaid should have no trouble hearing, but it was force of habit. The girl retrieved the drinks and placed them in front of him. Maverick placed some coins on the bar and took a sip from one of the glasses. Cammie had asked him to drop her name, but Maverick wasn't comfortable with letting some guy he'd never met pay his tab. As the whiskey singed it's way down his throat, there was something else burning him up inside. "Hey, what can you tell me about the guy who owns this place?"

"Guy?" The girl repeated the word her eyebrow popping up in clear confusion. Maverick didn't catch on. "Yea, my friend Cammie Wagner said she and him are pretty close." Maverick clarified hoping this may draw up a better response than basic repetition. "Oh, is that what she told you?" the bartender replied coyly. Maverick didn't like the implication, it seemed Cammie and the proprietor may be 'closer' than he would like. "Add a shot of firewhiskey?...make it two," he said abandoning his earlier line of questioning. If Cammie had retreated to the back to meet her lover, he'd be needing a head start to stay cordial. Maverick tossed back the first shot, and once he was sure the fire had settled safely in his stomach followed quickly with the second. It went down hard, but it went down, he always hated having to go from the gentle sipping of a flask or glass to the harsh esophagus flooding of a shot.

Maverick reached into his pocket to pull out more coins, but was stopped. "It's on the house" the barmaid said matter of factly. "Cammie's friends drink free," she continued when Maverick failed to remove his hand from his pocket. He found himself in an awkward spot, not wanting to argue the point, but unwilling to go without paying for his own drinks. He'd earned his money, and he intended to spend it. Maverick placed a few more gold coins on the bar. "Then send a drink to him," Maverick said gesturing to a man alone at the end of the bar gazing up at the stage, or more accurately the performers. "And, you know what, do a round for everyone up at the bar," Maverick said pulling out a few more coins to cover the cost of the additional drinks.

Maverick was determined not to be outdone, and perhaps a bit more tipsy then he realized. Then again money had never been an object to him. At least, it was rarely an object, there were times when he found himself a bit strapped, but always managed a comfortable lifestyle, coming from money, and spending a year as a pro quidditch player certainly didn't hurt. Finally satisfied with his generosity (having intentionally overpayed for all the drinks to give the bartender a fair tip) Maverick took the two drinks back to a table. Maverick hadn't been sitting for more than a few sips (for that was how he now measured time) when Cam met him at the table. He had been careful to choose the most secluded looking booth he could for both the added privacy and the removal of temptation from the stage dancers.

“Sorry about the wait, I hope they were treating you alright?”

"I think I made some new friends by buying a round at the bar," He grinned unable to keep himself from bragging. "You clean up nice, by the way," he added ginning and running a hand through his own hair in a vain effort to tidy his appearance. Maverick was concerned that he may not quite the part of club goer with his face likely still clinging to bit of the forest, but he felt fairly confident in his ability to pull it off. If not, he would just have to rely on the dim lighting. "So, when do I get to meet this friend of yours?" Maverick asked after a moment, deciding he would rather get the meeting over with while he still had the additional shots in his system rather than wait until the night was winding down and he was filled to bursting with false hopes..

[Cammie Wagner]

A lady would have been embarrassed, cleaning herself up while her company was forced to sit there, still slightly scuffed up from their travels. Luckily, he didn't look worse for the wear. A twig in his hair, and his pants were slightly tinted with dirt, but he was still as dashing as he ever did. He hadn't been forced to wander around the woods for hours because they were foolish. She should have felt bad, but she didn't. She had a change of clothing, and he didn't, and there wasn't anything that he was going to be able to do about it, unless he was going to leave. Yet, somehow, Cammie didn't see that happening. It was best for the both of them that she had gotten changed, she felt like a whole new person whenever she was clean, and not covered in dirt and aching she already felt like her net worth had tripled in just a short wardrobe change. This was the impression that she would have liked to of given him in the first place. Whenever one ran into somebody from the past that they hadn't seen in years, generally they wanted to make a wonderful first impression. A 'see, look how awesome my life is now' kind of impression. Yet, her reunion with Maverick was anything but glamorous, but she had tried to play it off the very best that she had been able. Of all the places to run into somebody, the woods wouldn't have even made her list.

It was good that he had chosen the back booth, away from prying eyes. Depending on what he had ordered was how her drunken state was going to go. She was usually a very friendly drunk, but not always. Sometimes she got a little bit needy, but hopefully he hadn't ordered Tequila. That was not a good mix with her. “I think I made some new friends by buying a round at the bar” Smoothing her shirt down her torso she smiled to herself, delighting in the way that the room spun just a little bit. “You didn't” She commented, turning her focus back to him. She thought that she had said to use her name to get free drinks? She hadn't been attempting to imply that he couldn't buy his own drinks, because he certainly could, or that he needed to be paid for...she was just attempting to be kind. Modern and all that. Truth was, that off of the Quidditch pitch, she really didn't know too much about him as a person. She hadn't ever really wanted to get all that close to him, for obvious reasons. Glancing around the room, something was different, but she couldn't figure out just what it was. She was almost tempted to steal herself away and ask the bartender what he had been doing while she had been in her office. To see if he really had bought the bar a round. Judging by the fact that there wasn't a single empty hand on that side of the room, she was going to have to assume that he had told the truth and really had spent money even though he didn't have to. To her, that spoke loads about his character. She smiled uncertainly at him, not sure what to think. “You clean up nice, by the way,” She found herself giggling, and reached forward to one of the two glasses resting on the table. She took a very small sip of the darker liquid hesitantly, only to find that it was whiskey. Thank Merlin for that. Taking a bigger drink she lifted her glass to him "Sláinte.” She toasted him in her native tongue.

The whiskey felt wonderful sliding down the back of her throat. Cool at first but warm whenever it hit her stomach. For just a moment, she let her eyes close to really enjoy the flavor.“So, when do I get to meet this friend of yours?” That was surprising, she hadn't been expecting his tone “Is that jealousy or concern that I hear in your voice?” She really couldn't tell. Shifting her body in the seat, she brought one let up underneath her other, angling herself toward him in the process. Her knee was resting only just on his leg. This might turn out even better than she had been expecting. Taking another drink she shook her head. “Who said anything about meeting the owner?” It was amusing to her that he had automatically assumed that the manager was in fact, a man. It seemed like she was right in thinking that she shouldn't tell him that she was the one who ran things around here. Her tone was still light and teasing, but she was really interested in knowing the answer. She waited for just a moment, and signaled the bar tender across the room, and tapped her glass with two fingers, signaling that she wanted another, and polished off the rest of the contents in one large drink that sent her head spinning. Setting the glass down on the table again she scooted just an inch closer to Mav, and inclined her torso toward his. “Even if the owner was here, I'm better company” Sober Cammie never would have done this, a sober Cammie wouldn't have even gone near this line. She would have been able to recognize that this was her best friend's ex. She would have been able to think rationally about it, and conclude that if there was any way in the world that her friend might still have lingering feelings for the man, that there was no way she could ever look at Maverick like that. Of course, Kaydence hadn't spoken about him in years. But this wasn't a sober Cammie, this was a highly intoxicated Cammie, and all rational decision was gone. She couldn't stop staring at his lips.

[Maverick Dresner]

“You didn't”

"I did," Maverick countered beaming at his own betrayal of Cam's request. "I had to. The bartender wouldn't let me pay for these and I think it's important to support local businesses." Still proud of his defiance Maverick raised his glass and took a quick sip. Lowering the glass to more completely take in the image of his company Mav couldn’t help but think how different they must look. He was still disheveled, rugged, of course handsome, but far from clean cut. While Cammie was gorgeous, put together, nice clothes, not so much as a hair out of place. He couldn’t but wonder if this was who they really were, who they had become. Yes, Maverick still had money and more than the appropriate clothing to clean up nicely, but since leaving Austria this was what he had become. Dirty, a well-travelled woodsman more at home in a tent under the stars than a house in a city whose bright lights fend off the night. Cam still belonged to that life, the night life and shopping, clothing changes in the club she frequents.

Of course, exactly why Cam had a spare change of clothes here was something Maverick would have not thought about. It was possible it was just a favor to a friend, for nights like this when she was coming in from an active day, or to prevent her from the embarrassment of wearing the same outfit as another patron, but these weren’t the places Mavericks mind would get to wandering if he lingered on the subject. What seemed far more likely was that Cam was spending a fair amount of her nights in the back room of the club. But he was lead to believe their night would be uninterrupted so Mav kept his thoughts in check and focused only on how lucky he was to have this time alone, well relatively alone, with a beautiful woman.
"Sláinte.”

“Slainte,” Maverick repeated raising his glass to hers and matching the strong sip. Of course the sip rather than quell earlier fears only ended up releasing them, through his lips no less, and he’d done a poor job hiding his intention. “Jealousy, most definitely. Should I be concerned as well?” Maverick asked deciding, or perhaps it was the alcohol deciding for him, that there was no point now in hiding his feelings towards the clubs enigmatic owner. He felt jealousy was justified under the circumstances. He was out of his element and faced with the constant fear of another man swooping in to steal his company. Who, apparently, had no interest in making introductions. “Well I suppose I just assumed that once he got word you were here, he wouldn’t be able to stay away,” Maverick explained his tone implying that were he in the other mans shoes he certainly would not be able to abstain from her. Honesty again, it seemed as addictive as the amber liquid that was likely it’s cause.

“Even if the owner was here, I'm better company”

She had moved closer now, close enough for Maverick to feel her breathing. He wanted to respond, assure her that she was much better company, the best he could think of in fact, but no words would come to him, he was too close. All he could see in his gaze was Cammie’s face, gorgeous soft skin, deep blue eyes, the curl of her pouty lips; Lush, and just slightly apart, still moist from the last sip of whiskey. It was just too much, Maverick gave himself over easily to the temptation before him, there was no more holding back. His head moved forward, his arm snaking around the back of Cam's neck pulling her gently inwards until his lips met hers soft at first and then harder, as he realized he had made contact, as his brain began to understand just where his lips were, just who they were on, and just how long he had been waiting for this particular moment.


((sorry this is way late, but hopefully it's good enough to compensate for some of the lateness))

[Cammie Wagner]

If she were sober, she never would have put herself in this position, she never would have even looked twice at Maverick. Not because he wasn't attractive, he was more than just handsome. But because she wasn't the type of girl to even consider anybody that had an attachment to her friends in anything but platonic light. All of their historic interactions had been Quidditch or Kaydence related, she hadn't even had a conversation with him one on one that she could remember. it wasn't like she was harboring this huge unspoken crush on him that she was getting to finally live out. Back then, he was just another one of Kaydence's boyfriends. She and Kaydence were still friends, which just made it all that much worse. It went against her moral code and the female rulebook, who knew if Kaydence still harbored any feelings for the man that she was scooting closer to. Sure back in school she would have chewed him up and spat him back out, she didn't even know him as a person. She wasn't that girl anymore, she was a woman now and had the scars to prove it. Just the interest that he was taking in her, making her feel important, desirable. Something that she hadn't felt in such a very long time, but there was no way that she was going to admit that to him. She was just going to have to do her very best to act like this was a common enough occurrence. So what if she had been underground for the last three years or so? That didn't mean that she had forgotten how to be a woman, or how to allow herself to enjoy the more sensual things in her life. Hell, she surrounded herself with temptation on a daily basis it was only a ticking clock before she had found a suitable partner. Never in a million years would she have imagined it to be Maverick Dresner. Then again, she was due for some pleasant surprises. She had had more than her share of bad surprises, which is why she had been in the forest today at all. Was fate finally being kind to her? The night would only tell. Maybe they wouldn't hit it off at all.

Her eyelids felt swollen and heady from the amount of liquor coursing through her small frame, she was hardly able to open then more than half way, she wanted to tell herself that they were heavy with the whiskey, that it was the whiskey that was elevating her body temperature and making her lips quiver but it was something more, and she knew it despite her better judgement. All logical thoughts were currently out the window, all she could think about was how whenever he exhaled, his whiskey sweetened breath washed over her face. She was a firm believer in the fact that a man needed to make the first move, and she had certainly put herself out there for him. Her eyes gave up their protest and fluttered close, her heart skipping a beat as the thought that she was being to forward and he was going to reject her flashed across the forefronts of her mind, only to have all rational thoughts be forced from her mind with the impact of his lips against hers. It was just a brush, leaving a tingle in the wake of his lips and her body moved forward without protest, wanting to feel his body against her own torso. He seemed to be thinking the same thing because next thing that she knew his hand had moved up against her neck, flattening her curls underneath the pressure of his fingers and deepened their kiss. It was certainly a nice change of pace, she had been enjoying their conversation but now that they were out of the privacy of the forest it was nice to know that he was still thinking about her, just like she assumed that he had been whenever they were secluded. Of course now they were in a booth all to themselves, but there were abundant distractions around them. Shifting her weight so that she was supporting her body on her right arm that was placed on the booth, she brought her left hand up slowly to rest on his chest and dropped her shoulder down, putting her in a more vulnerable but comfortable position.

Her body was acting on desires that she didn't know that she had, perhaps her mind had just forced them to be dormant for so long and finally they were rising to the surface. perhaps it was just because she had been so secluded from thee world for such a very long time that she was willing to accept comfort in any place that she found it, either way she was surprised with how much she was enjoying their contact, even if she was going to kick herself about this whole event on later reflection. Cammie wasn't the type of girl to put much stock in relationships of any kind since she had never had any semblance of a relationship work out in her favor her entire life. She did however, put a lot of stock in physical encounters. As humans they were unavoidable and more than necessary. It had been a long time. She could feel the floodgates that was her body's self control threatening to burst open, even with such very little provocation. There was a heat just under her skin, and the way that his lips were moving against hers left them feeling swollen and sensitive. Whenever she finally exercised a very small amount of restraint, and pushed herself only half an inch away from his face a sleepy smile spread across her lips as her eyes opened in a drunken fluster. Her eye lashes batted and not a single thought came to mind even though this was going to be her one chance to say anything in her defense. Timidly, she allowed her body to sink into his torso, forcing the hand that had been on the back of her neck to drop a couple of inches to her shoulder blades as her neck craned her face up to meet his once again, her tongue darted out to brush against his top lip, inviting him in.

Encouraged by their earlier success, and the hints of liquor in their lips she moved upward around the same time that he came down to meet her and resulted in a collision of their noses that wasn't excruciating, but not exactly comfortable either. Recoiling out of impulse her free hand fluttered to her nose, a real laugh leaving her lips simultaneously. Merlin it felt good to laugh. Rubbing at the upturned tip of her nose she made a face in response to his own. Rubbing her lips together she wiggled her nose to get the feeling back into it. She would have been embarrassed, but the liquid courage in her wouldn't allow it, still her face screwed up in what was mock horror on her behalf but her charade was ruined by a large smile erupting in the middle of it "I'm willing to try again if you are" she chided, almost a challenge. "You couldn't be all good after all" her shoulders elevated in a shrug "since we both know I'm near perfect, I'll let you make it up to me" her tone was humble, of course she didn't believe her own words but there was nothing about her that would show that fact. Truth be told, she would have said just about anything at this moment to keep him from noticing the flush of heat that had taken room over her entire body just from his proximity.

[Maverick Dresner]

It was becoming very difficult to focus on anything but Cammie's lips. And really, what else was there in this moment? What else mattered but the sweet taste of whiskey and lip gloss, the pressure of soft lips and the hand that had come to lay on his chest. It had been a long time, too long since Maverick had felt this level of intimacy. Ever since his return, and even for some months prior his life had seemed to be lacking in this area, not completely void he suspected, but time was a fickle thing and anything beyond this night seemed impossibly far away. Kaydence felt like a past life, a story he'd heard about someone else; a cautionary tale he was wise enough to learn from.

Maverick's hand had fallen from Cam's neck to her shoulder, and as their lips came apart his thumb moved along her collarbone. She was so beautiful in that instant, eyelashes batting, so close he could swear he felt the breeze lap at his cheeks. His lips tingled with desire, he wanted more and as her tongue grazed his lip he was assured the feeling was mutual. He had been weary going in, an old friend of an old ex, but it seemed so silly to think now. Surely by this point any statute of limitations had long passed, dissolving along with Kaydence's feelings. Maverick was left free to gaze into the blue eyes of the blond before him without any hesitation. Too bad, as a moments hesitation could have helped as his nose crashed into Cam's thwarting his lips and drawing the pair back from each other.

Mav's hand had fallen from Cam's shoulder in the recoil and now reached for his wrinkling nose, running down the bridge to ensure the alignment was still intact. Unlike their last memorable encounter involving Maverick's nose, this time he was completely unharmed...save for a bruised ego. It really was unacceptable for a seeker to have such poor coordination, dim lighting and a stomach full of whiskey were hardly passable excuses. They were, however, likely to help hid the color that had rushed into the young man's face. So their promising start had hit a speed bump, perhaps it would be for the best, they could now resume catching up, and after a few more drink perhaps Cam would be amenable to trying again.

"I'm willing to try again if you are"

Or perhaps Maverick's successful first attempt had bought him a best out of three scenario. "I think I can handle it," he grinned coyly. If this was meant to be a challenge, then he would gladly accept. After all what were the odds of missing twice in a row? And even were the odds not highly in favor, how could he deny those lips? How could he deny any part of her in fact, with every inch of his own body aching to return to her touch. The time for conversation was past, it was time for action, with an emphasis on accuracy.

"...I'll let you make it up to me"

"I intend to," Maverick replied, his body slipping closer as his hand once again rose to cup Cam's face, guiding her lips to his until they resumed their rightful union. Mav's hand slide backward so his thumb rested at the base of her ear, sliding back and forth over the lobe. His lips rose up, taking in her top lip for for just a moment, before returning, more forcefully. This time Mav's tongue followed, sliding between Cam's lips past the row of white teeth, tangling with it's counterpart. His tongue slithed around hers, winding and unwinding in a battle to feed the fire of their desires and force the other to flame out first.

Maverick's tongue withdrew, a strategic retreat, leaving Cam's lips behind he kissed his way across her jawline, settling just below the crook of her next. His lips sucked softly at the pale skin, catching just the slightest graze from his teeth, before being patted by his tongue. "How am I doing so far?' Maverick breathed into her skin removing his lips from her just enough so that he was audible.

[Cammie Wagner]

What was it with her and his nose? At least this time she hadn't broken it like last time. This time he would be lucky just to have a small bruise from her own nose, just like she was sure to have. Then again, maybe they would both be very lucky and walk without a single mark on her face. Since she was a woman, the marvels of make up were on her side, he wouldn't be so fortunate. Taking another quick drink so help her pride recover from their little mishap she returned the cup to the table, and her gaze to Maverick. Unless she forced her eyes to open all the way, she could only see in a eyelash hooded haze. She wasn't drunk enough to where Maverick should feel like he's taking advantage of her. She had no idea if he was in the same level of intoxication as she was, but it was unlikely. Then again, he could have been drinking steadily since this morning and might have been able to hide it. If she didn't know the two walking liquor bottles that were Damien and Jackson she would have thought that if somebody drank for that long their speech would be impaired. Those two, well they convinced her that anything was possible if only one drank often enough. So, with that knowledge it was very possible that since his years in school maverick had become a raging alcoholic and since has learned how to be rip roaring drunk and yet speak like a proper gentleman. Whenever he did choose to speak that was. Come to think of it, she knew hardly nothing about him. Other than the knowledge that she had been drip fed from Kaydence over the years or heard in rumors. There was only so much Quidditch locker room gossip that one could listen to before vomiting.

No sooner had she turned her face, than he cupped the bottom of it with his hands. Normally, she had a policy about people touching her face, she didn't like all the excess oils from their skin transferring onto hers due to her sensitive skin. Luckily, the alcohol was keeping her from caring. Their lips met again softly at first, at least she knew that she was hesitant of hitting her nose again, she almost tried to keep her eyes open but they were too heavy. The strange tingle that she got whenever his thumb brushed against her earlobe and she small stud there was almost a tickling sensation. Her shoulder twitched, and a small laugh erupted in result. Trying not to let it distract her she didn't break her face away. She hadn't ever picture Maverick in this light before but now that she had, she found herself enjoying herself a little more than she had been originally expecting. He was more fun, it was almost relaxed unlike all of that rushed passion that she was a little more accustomed to. Her hands found their way up from his chest toward his neck, her fingers pressing softly just below the base of her hairline. She was throughout enjoying herself and his company. Whenever his lips broke contact with hers, at first she was disappointed thinking that he was getting cold feet. She didn't think that she had bitten him, at least not yet. Certainly not on accident. Whenever his lips moved to the side of her mouth, and then slowly toward her jaw line one by one. Her eyes sprung open, a stupid surprised smile glued to her face, living high within her cheekbones. The small nip was even more unexpected, he wasn't going to break her, she had been through far worse in her life and at least this time she was inviting it. “How am I doing so far?” Her reply was breathy, faint since she couldn't get the whiskey smile to go away. “Better” she turned her face just enough to see him clearly “But you can do better” she shrugged a single shoulder “At least I'm hoping so”

She had heard tales about him in school from Kaydence, they did sleep in the same room for more than four years after all. Her liquor laden eyelids drowsily turned to look at his as he came up for breath. Most people might not like whenever their body takes over and does things on it's own, but Cammie loved it. It was almost like she got to enjoy all of the sensations without having to do any of the work herself. It was beyond satisfying that her brain knew exactly what she liked and her limbs moved from memory alone. Of course tweaked just a little bit depending on who she was with, but boys were easy enough. Once again, her shoulder dropped to better be within his grasp, her hips rotated slightly until her right side was flush up against his. Thankfully, the very slight padding that was her curves kept the position from being too painful, while she liked the sensation of his hand holding her head in place, she wanted something else, something more. Her body was filled with a heat, one that she had no intentions of stifling, perhaps it was just her imagination run away with her, but she couldn't stop but thinking this corner was dark enough, the store room was close enough, she didn't need to bridle herself. A smile played at the corner of her lips, a soft sigh escaping as her lips parted. She could still feel his breath on her neck, the translucent hairs there standing on edge. Using her chest and shoulders, she pushed his torso back into the soft padding of the booth they were sitting in, the pads of her fingers slowly sliding up his torso and coming to rest on the oblique muscles of his side, gripping onto them as her lips pressed against his once more. No doubt, the heat she felt internally was coming out as a rush of blood just under her skin to make her flush with a pink color. Softly, she tilted his head sideways with her jaw, and moved to his earlobe, leaving a trail of kisses in her wake. Her left hand snaked up to his soft blonde hair, only a few shades darker than her own, entwining themselves within his tresses. Her teeth captured his earlobe with a playful nip and she pulled her torso away.

It had been so long since she had been desired by a man, sure she knew that heads frequently turned whenever she walked into a room, sure she knew that she was an attractive woman and she worked hard for what she had. Yet, ever since the accident and she had been shunned by a man that she had been ashamed to have fallen for, she had been timid. A feature that the Cammie from school would have loved to beat out of her. When had she become so meek? The years that she had been abstinent should have only increased her lust but she felt hesitant. Reaching forward for her glass on the table she polished off the contents, knowing that somebody would be along to refill it at any moment. It gave her courage, stopped her inward shaking and she scooted away from him in the booth, while she had already made up her mind about being a sure thing for him, she wanted him to work a little harder for it. She was grateful for his company, more so than he might know. She got to be a person without any baggage around him, plus the jealous spell that he was having over the fictitious owner of this establishment flattered her. One more drink she told herself, one more should be all she needed. She didn't need to convince herself, her inhibitions had taken a back seat but she didn't want to rush herself just because it had been so long.

[Maverick Dresner]

The crisis had been averted. They were back at each others lips, leaving their early misstep to become a thing of the past, and Maverick was glad for it. Too many nights had been spoiled by a lack of coordination between him and a would be companion. Usually it was less to do with the drink, and more to do with a sudden reluctance that left his face colliding unpleasantly with his female counter parts, rather than meeting at the natural intersection of their lips. It was true he didn't know Cammie that well, and perhaps that was why this was so easy. They were familiar and yet you could hardly call them friends...though there were several other things they could likely be called at this point, tongues clashing in the back booth of club.

“But you can do better” she shrugged a single shoulder “At least I'm hoping so”

"Is that a challenge?" Maverick smirked up at her from his still lowered position. His lips returned to her skin, this time just below her collarbone, and then a few inches lower. His left hand left her neck to tug gently at top of her blouse. His fingers had started to get jealous and now that they'd gotten their taste were desperate for more. Maverick wanted nothing more than rip the silky top right off her smooth body, so his lips could continue their work. But he had to be mindful. The booth was dark, but not that dark, or was it? No, at the very least they would be an easy target for a busser or waitress to stumble upon and Maverick was not keen on making this a public display. Instead he let his right hand now slide down Cam's back over her hips, and slip gently up through the bottom of her blouse. His thumb pressed over the smooth skin of her belly as the palm and fingertips felt over her curves.

He could feel the passion rising as Cam's hand felt up his chest. Maverick had to stifle a groan as his companion's lips reached his skin. They weren't going to be able to keep this up much longer. The available space in Maverick's jeans had shrunk considerably, and that nip at his ear, had sent him clearly over the edge. Had their been any doubt in his mind before it was erased. And yet, she pulled away. Immediately he longed for her closeness once more. He raised his glass to his lips only to find it empty, though he somehow couldn't recall if it had been that way just a second ago when he picked it up.

"I don't suppose there's somewhere more quiet we can sneak off to?" Maverick wondered aloud, his eyebrow quirking up as his head cheated just a bit forward to close some of the distance that had fallen between them. He wasn't sure why he felt the need for the code word 'quiet.' Somehow he still felt the need to be discreet, technically being in public and all. Though that excuse was wearing thin in his own mind and he felt confident that if Cammie declined to go elsewhere Maverick was confident he would have the blond stripped down and pressed against the table where their empty glasses currently lay, in a matter of mere minutes.

[Cammie Wagner]

Too far. She was too far away from him. Too far away from the body heat and the bitter sweetness of his lips. She knew this the second that their bodies weren't connected any longer, she knew it with each half inch that she scooted away from him even if it was for what had seemed like a good reason at the time. Though, the farther that she scooted away from him the less capable of rational thought she was becoming. “Is that a challenge?” She nodded slowly, bringing her bottom lip in between her teeth and half smiling. She loved it whenever men rose to the challenge instead of backing down. It suddenly felt really foolish that she had changed clothing. Her current outfit was nice, and pretty, and meant to look at, to be appreciated. Her last one, was more meant for tearing, ripping off of her frame since it had already been ruined. She could still feel the ghost of his fingers moving over her back and hips, she was already far too heated to stop now. Slowly, one of her employees made their way to the table, almost like she was unsure what was expected of her. She obviously didn't know whether she should exchange their empty glasses on the table for the full ones on her tray, or keep her distance instead of intruding. Offering the poo girl a bone he waved her fingers at the girl, hoping that she was going to be both quick and discrete. Well, at least the quick part was right, Cammie was already itching to be closer to her companion once again, but for propriety's sake she stayed away long enough to dismiss the girl and take a drink of her whiskey.

”I don't suppose there's somewhere more quiet we can sneak off to?” Considering for a moment, she nodded slowly. There was quite a few places that they could go to be alone...her office for one. But, that would give away her white lie. There were certificates in her name and pictures of her and her brother in that office. While she was still working to get the remnants of Marlon and his super strict work ethics out of her office and to make it more her own, but she wasn't ready to confess to that secret just yet. There was the store room, but that was only semi-private as anybody could really walk into it at any given moment to replenish the bar's stock. In fact the only place that she could be sure that nobody was going to walk in on them, which was a mildly exciting prospect in and of itself, was the top level of her establishment. It was currently under construction but there was tarps over everything. Neither her nor Marlon had much very much work into the remodel over the past few years. She couldn't even remember the last time that workers had been up there so there was no damage of knocking into anything, and she could pull the tarps off of the lounges...yes...that should do fairly nicely. A smile moved over her face as her mind settled on their destination, it would just take a little bit of walking to get it done. Lifting her glass from where it had been on the table she scooted out of the booth, not bothering with words and extended her manicured hand out toward him invitingly.

Once he accepted his hand she pulled him along slowly so that she wouldn't trip over her own feet. Her hips swayed in time with the music, her eyes lazily turning to the stage where one of her better girls was dancing around with the very same tempo that Cammie was herself. She always had loved to dance, and liquor always managed to turn her into a more boisterous, uninhibited version of herself and she was usually fairly loud for such a small person anyway. Finally, she managed to weave her way through the crowd and toward the door where people were slowly being let in a few at a time by the bouncer that she had hired just recently. Pulling Maverick closer to her body, and transferring his hand from her grasp to rest on her waist she looked up over her shoulder at him with a smile, pushing over body backwards into his, and leading them through the door and into the small golden elevator that would take them up to the bar upstairs. Her glass still clasped in her hand she pushed the button with her index finger as the gate and doors closed in front of her. The second that they were she spun around in his arms, careful not to slosh any contents onto Maverick in the process. Standing up on her tip toes she pulled the collar of his shirt down with a crooked finger, allowing her lips to graze any space that they could find bare flesh. Working her way upward until she found his lips once more.

Whenever the elevator stopped she managed to stumble backward, now with more of an urgency than she had had before, wanting to get upstairs, to have him all to herself. Giggling in her intoxicated state she pushed open the gate to the lift quickly and didn't even bother stopping her kisses in her quest to find the stairs that lead up to Heaven. She only broke contact whenever she had to actually climb up the spiral staircase and pull the key out of her pocket, doing her very best to unlock the trapdoor before Mav got a chance to see it too clearly and start to wonder why she had the key in the first place. Opening the door and jumping inside of it as quickly as possible, hoping that Maverick was going to follow suit, and closing the door and locking it behind them. Pushing herself to her feet, she slowly pried her boots from her feet, but not daring to remove her socks. Grinning happily she finished off the contents of her glass. “This private enough?”