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Post by Imogen Chase on Apr 12, 2008 19:22:10 GMT -5
Hogwarts. Finally, she was back. Of course, this meant she would have homework, and chances were, she wouldn't be partying every night. Though, she was in Slytherin- she would party plenty enough. Afterall, alcohol was one of her best friends. It made everything better.
Imogen lay lounged out on a black leather couch in the center of the common room, flipping through the Daily Prohpet. Perhaps there would be something interesting for her to read. As if she had anything else better to do, at the moment. It seemed as though the entire house of Slytherin had chosen today to be lazy and boring. Ugh. Prerfect.
She covered a long, drawn out yawn with her hand, then proceeded to scan the room with her eyes. Imogen had been doing this every 5 or so minutes. Where the hell was everyone, anyway? Imogen got bored all too easily, and the lack of human life in this room was doing absolutely nothing to help. |
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Post by Ryan Easton on Apr 16, 2008 14:27:21 GMT -5
Doing his duties, supposedly, Ryan really didn't have much else to do with his day except get the requirements of his job out of the way. He looked throughout the halls, gave out a few detentions--mostly just for the heck of it--made out with a few hotties here 'n there, but in the end he wound up back here at the likes of the common room.
Having confiscated a bottle of firewhiskey from a rebelious 2nd year Puff, he was already guzzling it down by the time he slid into the green 'n silver common room. Still sporting his slytherin uniform, he held the bottle with one hand--pressed firmly to his mouth, while the other loosened that dang tie, untying it to be more specific.
Swallowing, he licked his lips from the delicious taste, and grinned, spotting the company not so far off. A tasty morcell, maybe he'd score again tonight. She was worthy enough. Way worthy enough...oh, wait...that was Imogen? Didn't he score with her a few weeks ago? Or was that last year...
He couldn't remember, all he knew right now was that he was getting alcohol in his system, and there was a very lucky girl laying on the couch, "Seems you got yourself some company, Chase." Tonight was going to be fun. He could already taste the screams he'd pull from those luxurious lips.
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Post by Imogen Chase on Apr 16, 2008 18:05:13 GMT -5
Imogen let out a smirk as she heard a voice- which was, no doubt, Ryan Easton. Only Merlin knew what he was up to now. Probably drunk and looking for a girl to make out with- Imogen wasn't stupid. Everyone in the entire school knew Ryan Easton as the guy who loved to get drunk and make out with whatever hot girl stuck their face in front of his. Of course, Imogen would be the first to admit that she was far from a stranger to alcohol, and countless flings.
With a slight roll of her eyes, Imogen sat up, her eyes drifting over to Ryan. And of course, she was right. He had alcohol, and was looking a bit...out of it. Perhaps he had scored with her at some point. Imogen didn't keep track, nor did she remember half of the things that went on when she was intoxicated. As if she even cared.
"Easton," she said, with a somewhat devious smirk. Indeed, tonight would be...interesting, to say the least. Because when Imogen Chase saw someone drinking alcohol and she didn't have any...well, that problem was always solved immediately. She was Imogen Chase, and she always got what she wanted. "I'd ask what you're up to, but I can see you're up to no good, as usual." Imogen said, crossing her arms over her chest, watching him intently. |
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