Is that a wand in your pocket, or... - Closed

[Joel Foster]

"Ima get that ass," Joel half spoke/half sang as his rear end bobbed in the air, very close to the face of the boy sitting on the bed closest to him. It was very much on purpose, this impromptu booty dance. He didn't even really know that he had started it, and the face within kissing distance of his rear didn't seem very pleased. At least, whenever he spun around, buttoning the neck of the polo he had pulled over his sleep shirt, little dance continuing. "I'm glad you're not going," he winked letting his body sit on the bent legs of the man he was now straddling. Not really, he didn't want to go alone, the bitch was crazy and somehow, Evan seemed to placate her weird ways. but he had no intentions of sharing the money with Evan, or the product. He had already given away enough this weekend. Not that he really thought that he was going to get her, he doubted that this night was going to be any different than any of the other encounters that he had with her over the past few years. She was likely going to be just as aloof as ever. The summer always changed people, but nothing was going to change her that much. Not even a dozen summers. He had managed to grow a whole inch, in height and otherwise. This was going to be his year, he could feel it. Cuffing Evan on the ear with a giggle, his gaze dropped to the watch on the nightstand. "Gotta go pumpkin, don't wait up" not unexpectedly – he was shoved off of the man at a half jog he headed out of the common room, grabbing the silver pill box off of the corner of his bed as he went. ”Yeah, go get that ass” That was the only thing bad about having a new dorm mate – the sleeping arrangements had been changed. He hated being the closest to the door almost always. At least the castle was deserted, everybody still getting back into their groove. People didn't normally start breaking the rules this early into the year.

Merlin he loved the first big sale of the year. It was almost a rush, not that he needed a reason to be sneaking out of the dorms. He had built the reputation over the course of three years now. In every way the polar opposite of his twin brother. Mister upstanding student. He was the taller, handsome one by almost all standards. Perfect teeth, winning smile, tended to be faithful to his girlfriends and keep them around. Clean humor...he was a bore. At least at school he was able to live his own life, separate of the man he had once shared a womb with. At home – they might as well still be in one amniotic sack. Same room, same closet...it was horrible. Here, he was encouraged to fight him. Beat him for house points – beat him in Quidditch. He couldn't stand the yuppie. Yet, whereas Cole was prefect and star student, ever so famous....Joel was Infamous. He was known for all of the things his brother wasn't. It really was perfect that they had been placed in opposite houses. Cole had been sorted into Gryffindor that first night at the castle, and he had been made a Slytherin. At least in his house he got to have fun. Even with the new addition to their dorm room this year, or perhaps it was a repeat performance. Joel was one of those who looked forward to coming back to school. Even the classes weren't that bad. Either way – he and the boys had been breaking in the new stuff over the course of this last week. It wasn't good to smoke his own stuff, he knew...but he didn't care either. How else was he supposed to know that it was top shelf? His boys could attest to that now, word of mouth advertising was just about all that he got now a days. Since he was the only game left at this castle – he really didn't need it anymore. There had been a few times whenever other students attempted to get in on the movement...and he had been forced to shut them down with a few well placed curses. The seven of them had spent the first weekend back playing with the product he had developed over the summer.

Whenever Adrienne had sent him the owl this morning, he had almost turned her down. Well, postponed at the very least. There was no telling how she was going to be, her regular bitchy self or the version of her that he could actually tolerate. At least in the daytime there would have been enough people around to ignore her if he wanted, to push her away once he was sick of her. This was going to be just the two of them, which would be annoying. Or not, he had no way of knowing. How Evan managed to tolerate her most of the time was beyond him. Still he had come down here to this little meeting spot. He wasn't in the position to turn down money. Not after this summer. He might have come from a pure blood line a few generations ago, but the family money had long since dried up. He mostly had to provide for himself. In a few months, he would be banking again. Have enough money to do as he pleased. As of tonight – the only thing filling his coin purse were moths. At least that would change in just a few minutes. He wasn't surprised that he was here first.

Joel's collar was flipped up against his neck, one foot propped up against the wall, the picture of casual cool. The cold from the wall he was leaning against was seeping into his skin despite his layers. His balls were going to crawl back up inside of his body if she didn't show up soon. Normally, he didn't mind the waiting when selling. Certainly less so given that he was promised a decent payday, but he had other plans tonight. Plans involving a certain, eager little redhead who wanted to make him like her through...physical acts. He had told her, in all fairness, that it wouldn't happen. However, he was happy to let her try all she could want. Guess she thought that she could 'change' him. So, he was missing out on that. Despite his best efforts, the woman he was meeting wouldn't put out. He had offered her discounts, free product if she would compromise...but still no. Which, was a damn shame. She had an ass on her. The hand in his pocket wrapped around the grinder, attempting to spin the two – currently empty – halves against one another. It should have been easier, but he was distracted. His eyes turned down the halls. There wasn't anybody coming down here tonight, a little present in their book bags had ensured of it. This hallway and the one parallel to it were his. After hours anyway. He only had to be wary of his brother. He was the only one in this Castle that seemed above reproach it seemed. Still – he just needed to wait for the woman. Honestly – he was surprised that she had waited this long given that what he had given her before the year was out, couldn't have lasted her even half of the summer. He wasn't sure exactly what she was coming here for today – be it her usual or something else. So, he had brought a little of everything. It was only a couple weeks in after all – he still had a lot of everything. His trunk upon arrival had been mostly sweaters and socks with their sleeves stuffed full of little filled plastic baggies.

The door only a few paces to his right was already cracked open, it was home to, thank Merlin, not one of the classes that he was forced to take this year. He had gotten his Divination credit requirement filled back in second and third year. Still, it was filled with cozy little tables, crystal balls and cushions. Not a desk to be seen, just lots of pillows and comfortable surfaces. There wasn't a single thing about Adrienne laying on cushions that he didn't like the idea of. Besides, the eerie room seemed somehow perfect for her. There was a soft sound of footsteps down the hall and his gaze lifted, watching. His heartbeat steady – knowing it had to be here. Shame she was wearing so much. He had hoped she wore those little silk things to bed. IN his brain she always did. As she approached, his shoulders rolled back – the trademark arrogant smile coming over his features as he watched her and her little slippers sashaying toward him. His eyebrow quirked, his hand coming out of his pocket with the neatly weighed and rolled sickle sack pinched between his index and middle finger. His arm bent until he was holding the bag chest level as he pushed off of the wall. His body coiling and stretching again, turning to walk into the classroom, nudging the door open with his foot, head lolling backward with a suggestive eyebrow waggle. His spine leaned backward as his body pedaled him forward slowly, watching her for as long as possible until he was too far into the room to still see her. It wasn't the largest of classrooms, but it was big enough. Selecting a rather comfortable bunch of pillows about halfway into the room and collapsing on top of them. His free hand came up to pat his lap, hoping that for once, she might actually give an inch and take him up on the offer.

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Words: 1648
Tags: Adrienne
Wearing: This Sexy Thing
Status: Complete!
Notes: None, I think yet.

[Adrienne Putilina]

DIG UP HER BONES, BUT LEAVE THE SOUL ALONE

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Tag:The Dirty DealerWords:1,705Lyrics: Bones; Ms Mr

Outfit: hereNotes: ohmy

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Black. She hated black. She wanted to flip the torches back into brightness, wanted to sprint across the room and restoke the fire that had gone out hours before- wanted to, but the blackness itself felt like it was pushing down on her chest, keeping her shoulder blades pressed so firmly into the mattress beneath. Light snores, snuffling breath, the sounds of her dormmates turning over in their beds was the only noise outside of her own breathing that she could hear. She built her stories around those sounds- whispered her words quickly into the darkened room, little puffs of air that would sound nothing more than breath outside of her pulled hangings- but stories none the same. Stories about girls who rolled out of bed and woke up fairies, fairies that flew away from responsibility and other people... stories about girls who found themselves suddenly altered horribly, alteration that started out slowly, began with their throats rasping in ways they didn't understand. Words turning to growls. Fur sprouting out of their skin, their hair slowly falling out from their skull. Her lips curled around the words, the girls of her stories had interesting lives at least. At odds with the majority of those that were making the noises she was building off of. Girls who while uninteresting, were at least able to sleep... she woke up far too often from the demons that chased her into slumber, screams choking down in the back of her throat. But then- that was why she was still awake tonight. Not because she'd already awoken from said demons- but in the hopes that she could avoid them altogether for a short while and get some sleep. She had to wait though, lay in wait. A snort pushed its way up her throat, nasal passages constricting as she forced it back down. He had told her that he had other places to be tonight, had responded to her note with the promise of whatever she could afford. And, oh, she could afford tonight. She'd pushed as many coins from her trunk into the little drawstring bag as she could- she didn't know how much this new product he was bragging about cost after all, and she didn't just want grass this go round. She needed … something else to combat the dreams. Pills. She touched them so rarely. She could afford them today though, she would afford them. Wide, brown eyes slid down to the two little heads wiggling in time with her toes, stuffed beaks grinning up at her from the odd angle. Her head tilted, neck popping as she looked back at them, forced her eyes to theirs. Penguins. Penguins were cute. She liked them, in their permanent little tuxedos, waddling around no matter what mood they were in. Angry? They waddled. Sad? The waddled. Happy? They waddled... a persistent beeping brought her neck straightening from the curve it'd turned to, hand flipping around through her blankets until she could push her fingers into the side of the tiny device emitting the noise.

Time. Time. Time. Her body coiled, stretching as she swung her legs over the side of the bed, toes pointed even encased in the fuzzy slippers she wore. Somewhere outside of the hangings she heard another girl slip again, the sound of rustling stopping her poised just on the edge of her bed- fingers curled into the fabric of her sheets as her arms straightened with tension... only to relax slightly as the sound desisted, snores picking up once more. Marlena then... she didn't bother opening the curtain, her body sliding down the side of the bed, back rustling the bed sheets. Feet first, pushing out from beneath the curtaining, she slowly- her body parallel to the floor, let herself leave the curtained safety. Like a secret agent. Again the bubble of repressed mirth as she finally slid all of the way out, her nose scrunching as the hem of the curtains brushed over it as well. Dust was not attractive. Unless it really did look like a bunny. Did it ever do that? There had to be a reason they called it dust bunnies.. besides the obvious fact that it multiplied so frequently... The straightening was slow, the dancer's fluidity the only thing that saved her from making noise. Noise that she could probably afford easily enough, it wasn't as if she hadn't woken them up often enough from her nightmares to warrant no one checking on her anymore.. But that wasn't the point. She slipped out of the portal easily enough, open robe whispering around her thighs as she hurried out to the corridor. The agreement had been to meet him halfway between their two dorms- safety or some such. At least it wasn't the dungeons as he'd made her do in the past. She didn't like the dark corners there at night when she had to make her way alone. Not that there weren't dark corners out here in the actual hallways but... they were more manageable at the very least, less frightening. Plus she had plenty of open room to move here- something that she liked- today, she liked it today. She'd kind of liked being closed into that closet yesterday. She'd liked the way the light had completely fled the small space the minute she'd pulled the door to a close. That was there though, not here. Her eyes skittered around the hallway, arms rising to either side of her as she looked about her- making sure that she really was the only body in the hallway here- visible at least. Fingertips extended as far as she could possibly push them, irises tracing the space left between the walls and where she had stretched.

Plenty of room. Although it would be much more difficult to climb the wall with how far apart they would be. Her lips pulled slightly, reevaluating the structure even as she picked her pace up. Having to climb it would imply that someone would be behind her- something that made her far too uncomfortable.Not that she was necessarily looking forward to spending time with Joel. Especially devoid the shield that she could usually use Evan as. Not that he did much in the way of controlling his friend, but him being there- for whatever reason helped loosen Adrienne up. Maybe just for the reason that she knew him more than Joel. It didn't really matter. Not with Evan being such an asshole about everything. Her brows scrunched down low on her forehead, eyes narrowing at the thought. She'd actually asked him between classes the day before, nicely mind you, if he wanted to smoke with them. She didn't like the way he'd looked at her, out of the corner of his eyes with that little smirk on his face- or the way he'd told her that he couldn't make it. He'd never turned it down before, never had any plans otherwise- at least none that he didn't postpone or cancel for the meeting. She'd felt her heartbeat accelerate, felt her eyes widening in her face as she fought back the rising panic that had taken her. Plans? And then he'd laughed, that little cruel bark that she'd had directed at her only in her most vulnerable moments.. She'd hit him. She hadn't been able to help it, her tiny little fist pounding twice against his chest before she'd turned and stormed off. Asshole. She didn't need him. She was perfectly fine on her own. Tonight. Perfectly fine on her own tonight. She shook her head slowly, lowering her arms as she passed the corner she was sure he'd be waiting around. Only he wasn't directly there. 

She sighed, her head dipping to make sure that her penguin heads were still attached, she'd lost Fred's head a few weeks back- spent weeks scouring the dorm room until he'd popped up beneath Marlene's bed. The bitch. She'd probably decapitated him herself and hidden the only part she could get back under her bed. She liked Marlene. When she wasn't being ugly. Or snotting into her pillow so loudly. Her head came up slowly, eyes catching the figure waiting for her by one of the open doors. Divination? Her lips stretched in a grin as he disappeared inside of it, weight rolling to the balls of her feet and back as she very nearly skipped her way over. He'd chosen Divination. She didn't like the class, she had no interest in the class- it was all a bunch of malarkey, and the teacher? Didn't know what the hell they were talking about. But she loved the setting- loved the beanbags and the cushions that she was able to pile onto herself in the class. It was accepted- allowed. Maybe Joel wasn't so bad after all. She very nearly tripped into the room, smile still stretching her features as she followed him in. It didn't even phase her the way he patted his leg, she was just... excited to try the stuf he'd brought now. And excited with the setting he'd chosen... and tonight was just a good night. She knew it. She laughed lightly, shaking her head and flinging herself onto the pile he'd chosen, only far away enough from him to prevent being in his actual lap as she wiggled her torso up further onto it- her elbows bending to support some of her weight as she did so- moving until she was just at the softest placing she could manage before she pushed her hands down into the material, shoving her body up until she could pull her legs up under her, crossing them into a pretzel before she allowed herself to relax fully back into the pillows, pulling one and placing it onto her lap before looking over to the person sharing the room with her. Oh. Oh. He already had the bag out. A sickle sack. She snorted, eyeing it with amusement before dipping her hands into the pocket of her overlarge robe, fingers searching around until the closed over familiar carved wood. She pulled it out somewhat triumphantly, smiling again as she handed Mary-Anne over wordlessly to the man holding the baggie.

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[Joel Foster]

Of course she didn't take him up on his offer. Not that it would matter whenever he got back to the room – he was going to say that she did. Among a few other things. Not that Evan was going to believe him, but that wasn't the point. He could say it regardless. She did sit rather close to him though- maybe she did want to sit on his lap just didn't have the gumption to actually do it. He would have tugged on her leg to bring her closer – he did with most of the women he played around with, but he had seen her smack a guy in the nuts before for less. He liked his nuts just where they were. As it was, her knee was pressing into his thigh, something that he chose not to mention as he dug into his pocket for the rest of his supply. Letting his hands rest off of his legs he smirked “Place your order buttercup,” he waited, that same look on her face as it always was. Never a smile, like she wanted to put everything under a microscope. At least with the help of the little goodies in his bag, that look would be hidden for awhile. It was just about the only reason that he had agreed to this meeting rather than just mailing her stuff to her with the morning post. He had to with half of his clients, he couldn't stand them long enough to chill with them, not even a itty bitty role. Too uptight, too boring, too handsome. He might not seem like it, but he did have some semblance of standards. Or at least that was what he told himself. Adrienne was reaching into her robe, pulling out something he recognized fairly well. No need to use his papers, something about his saliva had always seemed to offend her whenever he had offered to roll for her before, “I do love when girls bring out the toys,” he teased with a suggestive wink. His arm reached out toward her, careful not to touch her fingers as he took the pipe from her hands, pulling it close to his body once it had been relinquished to him. His index finger dipped into the bowl, checking. Of course it was clean, it always was. But – just in case.

Setting aside the baggie that he had tempted her into the room with – that was marked for selling, not sharing. He dipped into his pocket, producing the small metal tin and his grinder in between his fingers as he set about the motions. His palms rubbed against the metal container – it had all of his personal stash in it for times like this. It would only open with the friction of his own hands. He had to be careful about these things after all, he wasn't the biggest of men. Not that he was overly worried about his present company. Pulling open the tin and selecting a nug, he loaded it into the grinder, rotating the two halves easily. He had done it all so very much he didn't even have to think about it at all. Loading, grinding, extracting, loading. It was all done in a matter of minutes by expert fingers as he set mary-anne on the ground, searching his body for a lighter. This was all moot without a lighter. Smacking his forehead as the realization dawned on him he grabbed his wand, allowing small flames to ignite out of the end. Lifting mary – anne to his lips, of course, it was a little awkward since it was so much bigger than a lighter, but it would do. He would find the lighter during her turn. Inhaling deeply, until his eyes felt like they were popping inside of his head he grinned, index finger letting go of the little opening it had been holding closed, smiling a little too wide for such a simple activity before passing it over to its owner with another wink. “Man I want a cupcake. You have some smuggled somewhere on you?” weirder things had happened, for sure. Certainly with her. Not unlike that time he had found her perched in the middle of the trophy room babbling to herself like she was surrounded by the players idolized on the engraved trophies.

His hands brushed together in front of his body, still buzzing with the same excited energy that he always seemed to be abuzz with. Slowly he exhaled and waited for the familiar sensation settling in over his skull. That was the good thing about being a Wizard, none of this having to smoke many bowls before the effects set in. If only the muggles could get their hands onto his stuff, the industry would skyrocket. He couldn't stop the giggle that left his lips as he dug into his pockets again, pulling out a couple more bags to show to her, offering her choice just because he figured he should. Business might as well get sorted out before she got all loopy. His hands moved over his body once more just to make sure the assortment was good enough, and decided that it was. It wasn't until he had pat down his breast pocket that he found the lighter, pulling it out and giggling. “Found it, hah, little bastard though he could hide from me,” he held it up, rolling his thumb over the top to bring about the fire, then shaking his head. “It's some good shit isn't it?”

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Words: 933
Tags: Adrienne
Wearing: This Sexy Thing
Status: Complete!
Notes: None, I think yet.

[Adrienne Putilina]

DIG UP HER BONES, BUT LEAVE THE SOUL ALONE

- - - - - - - - Boy with a broken soul, heart with a gaping hole - - - - - - - -

Tag:The Dirty DealerWords:1,739Lyrics: Bones; Ms Mr

Outfit: hereNotes: ohmy

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She had expected to be much more on edge than she actually was. Not that she felt comfortable with the arrangement necessarily- comfortable. Comfortable. Her legs shifted against eachother, calves rubbing as she did so- her eyes flicking back from Mary-Anne to the boy holding her. At least he held her right, held her respectively. Evan always put his fingers over the dog's eyes. On purpose, looking at her the whole time as if daring her to say something again, to admonish him for taking away their sight. Which she did... sometimes. But he did it, purely for the reaction... she could see it in the way he looked at her out of his hooded eyes, the way he purposefully manipulated his digits into that awkward positioning. Maybe it was just for the audience, it didn't matter. It bugged her. She liked Mary-Anne to be able to see out of all of her eyes. She was frightened of the dark, made their smoke more acidic when she was forced into it. Something she'd tried to explain on more than one occasion. She had half expected Jole to do the same that Evan occasionally did just to show her that he could. She hadn't known- didn't know- what to expect of him now that he was no longer being watched by more than just her. People changed given different dynamics, given different settings. Her head cocked slightly, watching the way he settled more into the cushions himself. “Place your order buttercup.” Buttercup? They were odd flowers, the way they were shaped, she was odd shaped too- though maybe not nearly in the same way. They were rounded and pretty-ish. She shook her head slightly, dismissing the name. And yellow. Buttercups were yellow. And large. Yellow, large, and odd shaped. She was dark, small, and odd shaped. Did they have a flower like that? A violet? Not quite right. Again, another- smaller shake of her head as she forced herself to focus on his words. Her order. It was different today! Tonight. Assuredly different. “I don't know yet,” her accent encased the words- drawing them slowly out into the space around them as if she were tasting them. She hadn't quite made her decision. She wanted pills... and she wanted the grass. Other than that she had no idea. She would probably be leaving with a little bit of what they smoked tonight- if only because he always seemed to bring the tastiest out as if he knew she couldn't resist it. Well, he probably did. That was his job. “I do love when girls bring out the toys.” This time the snort evolved into a laugh before it could even leave her throat, bubbling up out of her lips as she shifted in excited anticipation beside him as he started to check over the bowl she'd presented him with. “You just wish I'd bring my toys out to play.” The words fled her lips quickly, smile stretching her lips in what looked to be actual amusement.

And it was. She was amused. Not only because of his words, which had been enough to start the whole thing- but the thought of her showing him her toys... they were hardly what he would expect. She called her art set that, her toys. The meticulously arrayed brushes and pencils- the charcoal covered in tissue paper... much nicer toys than what he was referencing. She didn't know why someone would want those. Why they'd engage willingly in an action that would only hurt them with themselves... Her lips nearly curled, the disgust building deep within her throat. She'd heard it, the sound coming out of her dorm mate's closed curtains- the familiar grunting and panting accompanied by other noises she was sure the girls made in order to satisfy those that they pulled in there... that she could understand to an extent, could grasp the fact that they were doing so for a variety of reasons... but to yourself? Her shoulder shook slightly, as if a wind had passed over the very top curve of the covered muscles. No thank you. Nope. She was fine. Her toys were nicer. Prettier. More useful. And even, admittedly, more expensive. Again her eyes tracked his movements, lips turning upwards once more as he begun the familiar process. Relief. He was building it for her, grinding and loading... he was making her relief palpable, a real thing. The herbal smell was already permeating the room, the unburned substance- her nostrils opening, fluttering with the quick intake of breath. Again, the undercurrent of anticipation tore through her, hands pressing down into the tops of her thighs as her muscles tightened, legs threatening to come up off of the cushions they were seated on. It had been too long- she'd been too long without. She was going to have to set up getting more in the summer- would have done it this past summer if it weren't for the fact that her mother went through all of their mail- opened and inspected it on the dining room table with both girls present. Not that either of them got much mail in the first place. Lighting, he was lighting it- and suddenly the smell that she'd been pulling into her nasal cavities was all the stronger, accompanied by the sweet smell of the fire... and her breathing, that she'd been unaware of growing slightly staggered, slowed- her inhale this time deep, entranced. He really was the best person to buy from. She'd tried one of the seventh years the year before, taken some of their product off of a girl at the party she'd been at. To say she'd been disappointed would be an understatement. It had been the one and only time she'd trusted a source other than the one sitting before her. It was the reason her excitement was so real as she reached across the small space between them, fingers wrapping around Mary-Anne's base and pulling to back to her with a small smile curling her lips. A good night.

She didn't bother waiting to bring the thing to her lips, closing around the end lightly as she inhaled- pulling the herbal sweet smoke into her mouth and sucking again- three quick inhales to push it down to her lungs. The pipe was familiar, her grip and fingering sure as she pulled one more drag off of it- the breath in her chest stilling as she held what she'd taken in. “Man I want a cupcake. You have some smuggled somewhere on you?” Her eyebrows scrunched, eyes shifting back to him as she pulled Mary-Anne away from her lips and held it out to him again. Cupakes? No. She didn't think. She hadn't when she'd arrived here. She started to pass her hand over her robe again, eyes going to the wand clutched within her fingers. Oh. She hadn't even been aware she'd taken it out, hadn't realized that she'd been relighting it as she was pulling on the stem. She must've been though, it must've been instinctual. It didn't matter- she pushed the thing down onto the cushions, releasing her grip and inhaling again, despite the fact that she hadn't exhaled- her throat constricting around the already too full feeling in her chest. But she held it, shaking her head in a negative slowly as she watched him move over his body- pulling out familiar packets. So he had brought them. Good. Good. Good. She could feel the effects from the lack of oxygen along, could feel the pressure build up to almost unbearable levels... so she opened her lips, slowly exhaling- eyes tracking the movement of the willowy cloud. Willowy. Could clouds be willowy? Like a tree, swaying? If they could this would be the description that best fit- the one that best illustrated the way it wafted around the two bodies set against their plush seating arrangement. She found herself wishing that she could float above her body, look down at the picture they presented. Without corporeality would she be jealous of their comfort? Her hum was low, hands going to the upper part of her arms and sliding underneath the fuzzy green fabric until she could find enough purchase to push it down- down over the long sleeved shirt she'd thrown underneath, letting it pool around her legs as she shifted again, her fingers going to pick a small baggie from each of the herbal selections, depositing them in the now crumpled pockets of her robe.

The pills she was slower about- eyes moving over the varying color selection as her eyes squinted, smiling against the lightening inside her skull, the way her muscles relaxed just beneath the sheen of her flesh. “Found it, hah, little bastard though he could hide from me, It's some good shit isn't it?” her face tilted to look up at him, smile stretching fully across her features at the way the flame's shadows played on the underside of his jaw. “Yes,” she paused as if she wanted to add more- though she wasn't sure what it was- her eyes drawn to the flame still emitting from the end of his lighter. She thought... flame was... just... beautiful. She wanted to swallow it. Pull it inside her mouth like she did the smoke and inhale the colors and the burn. She wanted to feel it radiating from within her throughout her day... The hand that had been hovering over the pills rose, fingers passing through the flame with a quiet giggle before darting back down to the yellow baggie, pulling it over to her robe and just dropping it atop it this time. Yellow like the flames. She'd been going to take the rainbow ones, she liked rainbow- but the colors seemed to bright tonight, too wrong. She liked flame more. She liked fire. And ash. And smoke. And... she sighed happily, one of her legs uncurling into a pointe going off the edge of the cushions, knee finally bending to rest over the side as she brought her free hand down between them, fingers brushing the edge of his thigh as she leant her body onto it. “I like the way it tastes.” The edges of her teeth peeked from between her lips in her grin, disappearing just as quick as she coked her head to the side, watching both man and lighter.

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[Joel Foster]

“You just wish I'd bring my toys out to play.” A shit-eating grin stole his face, wicked little laugh coming out shortly. “Oh, honey you know I do.” He didn't even question the good mood she was in, it was just as well. If she hadn't of been he would have just left.The fact that this was his first time ever being in a room alone with him didn't register, he didn't even think about it for that long. He was more concerned with his hands were doing, laying out the bags in a neat little line in front of his body. He had figured she would be walking away with something. He could have gone into his little spiel, upselling the benefits of each one and the effects, attempted to talk her into buying more things than what she might have originally. The memory of Evan shaking his head came to mind clearly at the thought. The way that she had turned into a weird oval shape the first time he had tried, speaking too fast, all at once it seemed had spooked her. Like a damned horse. The normal rate with which he spoke seemed to bother her most of the time, that time she had grabbed at her face, tucking her frame behind Evan as the tall man rolled his eyes, grasping the quivering woman roughly until Evan had taken the coins from her and handed them over to Joel despite his strange looks. It wasn't normally his style to provide to people that couldn't handle it. Sure, if they were stupid enough to overdose that wasn't really his issue, but she had looked bat shit crazy, muttering things about rolling wheels and crushing...something. He hadn't wanted to make sense of it. From then, Evan had bought on her behalf for awhile before they had all really started smoking together. She had warmed up, if he could really call it that, after a few years. At least he knew she would take what she wanted, and she was good for it. Always had enough coin and never asked to be put on promise. Which he could appreciate. Not that he would mind being paid in some body language from time to time.

He would leave her to her shopping. His fingers curled once more over the pipe, the bottom of the lighter now in his hand pushing down the charred top layer of herb before adjusting himself on the cushion, sparking the flame once more and inhaling. One, two, three. Pretty simple but it made for such a good time. He couldn't stop the way that his body unfurled, his legs stretching out in front of him, toes pointing and his shoulders rolling forward as he stretched, only stopping to lift his hands up and back above his head, rolling into a second stretch before he allowed the smoke to come pouring out of his lips again, blowing hearts and stars with the smoke that took life of their own and floated around the space above their heads before the air broke the particles apart. His eyes took careful note of the size and quantity of what she had selected and tucked away in her pockets, mind already adding up the totals. “Yes,” She wasn't even looking at him anymore, but he extended mary-anne over to her once more and picked up the bag of yellow that she seemed to be fixating on. “How many will it be today?” he was already pulling out a second clear bag from within his metal box, waiting for her to answer. She knew they were more expensive than the other bags. He opened the fuller one and selected the number she requested carefully, the pills floating on their own from one bag to the other as his hands rubbed over the outside of the bag to activate the pills for selling. Sealing the bag and holding it out to her. “Seven gold coins buttercup, two sickles,” at least then the business would be out of the way and he could allow his head to become as clouded at he wanted. Accepting the currency he dropped it into his pocket, turning to face her just a little better. It was strange, that he was so overly social and she was so damned quiet. Normally he could talk enough for a whole room, but she was just so damned weird.

“I like the way it tastes.” His eyes glittered as she took the pipe back for herself, he nodded slowly and dramatically. “That's the point,” his hands running over his torso “Love my hydroPonics,” he popped the p and opened the silver container once more, pulling out two hot pink pills with small x's on them, letting the canister fall back into his pocket he pinched the two pills, one in each hand. “Wanna taste something better?” it was something new, he wasn't selling it just yet. Still in the test phase. His voice twisted “do ya feel lucky punk?” the smile never leaving his face – it rarely ever did anyway. Sensually, he kissed both of the pills together, leaning forward to place on on her tongue as he placed the other under his own.

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Words: 825
Tags: Adrienne
Wearing: This Sexy Thing
Status: Complete!
Notes: None, I think yet.

[Adrienne Putilina]

DIG UP HER BONES, BUT LEAVE THE SOUL ALONE

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Tag:The Dirty DealerWords:1,405Lyrics: Bones; Ms Mr

Outfit: hereNotes: ohmy

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“Oh, honey you know I do.” It was, she found, surprisingly easier to interact with Joel sans The Buffer- something she had been expecting the exact opposite of. Normally Evan would have beat her to the reply, leaving her to sit back and soak in their interaction in bemusement... or not, depending on the night. This time she only hummed in amusement though, relaxing back into the sort of half-circle her robe had fallen into, like it had provided her a seat of sorts. A fuzzy, green seat. It was amusing only because she knew otherwise, she mused silently. She'd seen the girls he'd 'gotten' with- just because she didn't travel the social circus- no it was circuit wasn't it? Social CIRCUIT. But circus fit it so much better, seemed much more realistic in her head, the people mingling about in her mind's eye slowly morphing into their house mascots- traversing the room around one another like they were dancing, what once would have been a series of words turned into mindless animal noises. Yes, much more fitting- just because she didn't exactly socialize the same way as everyone else didn't mean that she still didn't hear the gossip, whispered about in falsely hushed voices- like they were completely aware that everyone in the room could hear them. And maybe they were. Adrienne didn't know. She supposed it also helped that she heard some of the gossip just because she was overlooked in the girls bathrooms, girls continuing to talk even with her sitting in plain sight on the sink's edge- or that sometimes she played about in the rafters and was able to hear a myriad of conversations she really had no right to. Conversations about things that didn't even make sense to her. Conversations littered with lies- lies that they no doubt wanted to believe themselves- maybe it was why they repeated it, over and over with such forced inflection to their tones. Felt good. She snorted aloud, her eyes rolling. Maybe they had to repeat it in order to try and convince themselves. She knew better though. Even the girls that he slept with. Her eyes rolled to him, amusement clear on her face. He chose the stupid ones- the ones who actually seemed to believe themselves when they uttered those lies. She wasn't stupid. Ergo he couldn't want her. Slowly, eyes narrowed in speculation, not that he wouldn't take it if it was offered. Or presented with the right opportunity. He was a man. They took what they wanted, when they wanted it. Maybe that was why she felt so safe here with him though, despite the fact that she felt she shouldn't. He said he did. Often. Frequently. In different words. But he didn't even really touch her. Had never tried to take from her what he always alluded to. Again, speculative eyes ran over him. Which --- meant he didn't want her right? Her own grin answered her, face dawning in what seemed to be the most profound revelation she'd had in ages. Certainly since she'd figured out that the raven outside of her window wasn't actually a raven in reality...

She didn't have to be looking directly at him to see the extended pipe, her fingers curling around it and bringing it back to herself. Safe. Safe. Safe. It was nice to know. Her lips curled upwards even further, giggle escaping her as she brought the pipe to her lips- inhaling... and receiving nothing. Of course. She had to relight. Relight. With … her hand dipped into the rove behind her, searching around for the wand she'd just moments ago discarded. Baggies. Baggies. Little sickle sacks. Another snort of laughter. Sickle sacks. Weed. Marijuana. No wannnnd. She nearly sang the word in her head, fingers finally grasping the familiar stick and bringing it up over the lip of the bowl- muttering around the stem she had perched between her lips until a spark lit inside of it. She pulled, hard on the thing- inhaling as deep as she dared, waiting until her entire body felt like it was floating- suffocating. She held it there, inside of her, trying to pull it even further within. “How many will it be today?” Her eyes followed the movement- happy that he'd chosen the right bag. Good boy. She had the irrational desire to reach up and pat him on the head... something she did- rather clumsily seeing that one of her hands was still curled around Mary-Anne and she couldn't reach forward to balance her body as she did such. Two pats and she was pulling back, smiling around the smoke inside of her lungs- holding up both hands this time- one finger over Mary-Anne rising as she spread all five of her other hand. Six should last her a while- maybe, depending on her dreams. Six was an even number. Three plus three. Three plus three equaled six. Two times three equaled six. Three was a good number though. Three twice? Had to be better. She nodded decisively, making sure he'd seen her hands before she dropped them- expelling the smoke slowly out of her lungs and leaning her head back to watch the multitude of shapes. Pretty. Pretty. Her eyes slid down to him. He was pretty too, now that he wasn't being so scary. With fangs. She almost laughed again, ghosting the rest of the smoke from the corner of her lips as he opened his lips again. “Seven gold coins buttercup, two sickles,” Buttercup. The flower again. Confusion colored her features, fighting through the haze in her brain as she cocked her head to the side, sliding fingers back into the discarded robe again. “Buttercup.” She repeated it, rolling the word on her tongue as she leant backwards, arching herself so she could turn and peer into the bag still residing in the pocket of the robe. One. Two. Kay. Sickle. Another giggle. “I'm not a buttercup. They're yellow.” Decisive. One. Two. Three. Three was such a good number. Four. Five. Six. She rolled the coins in her palm- righting herself with a fluidity that made her head spin.
With the same movement she was reaching forward- wrist rolling as she grabbed his with her other hand, flipping his hand and depositing the coins in it before pulling back, her hand going to retrieve the pipe she'd sat so carefully to the side and hold it out as well. Pretty. Pretty. Safe. Safe pretty. Prettty safe. Her throat hummed over the laugh, head tilting back to roll her neck, lids shifting to a close for the barest moment before he was talking again. “Wanna taste something better?”She didn't have to vocalize, he was already looking at her when she eagerly nodded her head. Something new. She liked new. Eyes tracked the movement- lighting up at the sight of the pills. Pills tasted pretty on her tongue, sliding along the tip, even prettier under it. “do ya feel lucky punk?” Again, a nod. She did feel lucky. She felt … visceral. Her mouth opened of its own accord, just enough for him to slide the pill in- placing it over her tongue, something she pulled back further into her mouth, curling it over the tab and making a surprised sound in the back of her throat as it fizzed, popped against the sensitive flesh. Warm. It rushed her senses almost immediately, filling her up in a way so differently than the smoke had, pushing against her- through her- lifting her. Her legs pivoted on the cushion- turning her entire body until it was parallel to his. She didn't look over at him, didn't say anything as she lifted both arms high above her head- straight up as she fell back against the cushions, pillows muffling her fall. Her laugh was light, open as her lids opened, head turning and tilting to look over at him. “Your hair is poofy,” matter of fact as she looked up at it, head tilting as she observed it. “Like a cloud. How do you do that?” She wanted her hair to look like a cloud. Although... it would probably look weirder on her- with how much she had. It would probably be bigger than her entire body. Her eyes shifted down to the hair falling over her shoulders, trying to imagine it like a cloud- and failing. Disappointment.

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TURNED TO REALITY
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[Joel Foster]

It didn't make her special that he was offering her something new. It just meant that she was a regular. He tended to push his newer stuff onto his regulars. Mostly because he knew that they weren't going to go anywhere else with their business even if something went wrong, even if something turned...bitter in the hind end of the effects. It was good, they would tell him, and he would fix it. There really was quite a bit of skill that he had to put forth in order to make what he did, but given that it was his only real source of income, he did what he had to. He was fully aware that if he were to only turn this skill toward his academics, toward his wand work, that it would be better, that he would be promised a better career, more prospects, but he had no intentions of stopping this any time soon. He had yet to be caught, and he didn't know why he ever would be. Nobody was stupid enough to nark on him. Besides, the Aurors posted around the school were of two makes, the sort that just needed a fat nugget pressed into their pockets to keep them quiet, or the sort that was too busy with real things to pay him any mind. There was enough evil going on in the world, he was doing them a favor, really. Putting a little happy back into the community. He had enough of politics and battles, enough of the horror stories to keep him busy for one life time. It had no place within these walls, and that was perhaps, the only reason that he wasn't looking forward to graduation. He could have done this forever, night time meetings and bumping pills to pretty women. It was easier like this, removed from his family, removed from what whole world. His neck wasn't meant for the noose of a tie. His brother was better equipped, was first choice, and he was happy to let him be that.

“Buttercup.” He was getting better at simply ignoring her crazy, getting better at glossing over it. Given that this was the first time he had been forced to do so without the elbowing of Evan, it was strange. He knew he didn't need to say anything about it, knew that he could just be quiet about it and move on with things. She hadn't said it for attention after all, wasn't there to start a conversation, but his brows were rising anyway, sarcastic comments rising to the front of his mind and staying there. He couldn't even think of one comment from the lot that would be worth it, worth getting into that again. “I'm not a buttercup. They're yellow.” his tongue ran over his lips, half of a laugh leaving his lips. Obviously he didn't mean that she was the flower. Why had she even gone there? Joel never called people by name out loud. Sure, in his mind he might, but the detached terms of endearment were paired with everybody he came across. It wasn't even that he was fond of any of them, or that he couldn't remember their names, it was just how he spoke. It was harder to gloss over her weird comments whenever she put it like that, was that just her weird say of asking him to stop? No. She would have to come right out and ask him not to, if that was the case. She wasn't special. Still, with one fluid motion he rocked forward and held out a palm for her money, curling his fingers around the coins, bouncing them against his palm, testing their weight. They weren't fake, he knew she wouldn't dare, but it was habit. Wouldn't have been the first time, had she been somebody else, he closed his hand around them, counting quickly even though he had seen her pull them out of her robes. Satisfied, he dropped them into his pocket, and returned to where he had been sitting before.

After the pill was placed on her tongue, he watched her face carefully. In truth, the last bout had caused some rather...pink noses from all the fizzing. He just was of the opinion that a high should be an experience, not just something one does out of habit. Though, habit was what paid his bills. Not that those sorts could afford the good stuff anyway. The one he had given her shouldn't cause any external coloring, maybe just her tongue but that wasn't so bad, not really. He wouldn't be surprised if she floated away with the blissful look on her face, good. Just what it was supposed to be doing, his own had dissolved, making his ears pound. He giggled at her movements, such a strange one. “Your hair is poofy,” Reflexively, his hand moved to touch the tops of his hair. It wasn't the best word he would have chosen, but he supposed, in a way that it was. “Like a cloud. How do you do that?” he chuckled again, his shoulders pulling up to his ears. “Product babe, product and some expert fingers” he wiggled the digits in front of her face too quickly on purpose, it was the same hair style that he always had, but he supposed that it was a good thing that she liked it, did it even matter? No, not really. “Short of sticking your finger in a socket, I don't think you can have cloud hair though, hate to let you down,” he always enjoyed watching people on their highs. No matter who it was, he enjoyed seeing what it did to other people. Even though he had taken some himself, he knew what to expect, it didn't take him as high as it would everybody else, it just made the fact that he laughed almost all of the time, even worse.

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Words:991
Tags: Adrienne
Wearing: This Sexy Thing
Status: Complete!
Notes: None, I think yet.