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May 25 10 9:44 PM
Kella CarmodySecond Year GryffindorBug EyesBliss LawrenceFourth Year HufflepuffCharms Club MemberSomeday You Will Be Loved
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Devon was not doing anything prefect-related, though she'd told Teddy she was. Frankly, despite Teddy's assumption that she was the world's greatest, most dedicated, and able prefect, she was actually far from inspirational. She went on her rounds, yes, and wore the badge when expected, and even used the prefect's bath at times, but she didn't exactly go out of her way to be prefectly when it didn't expressly benefit her. The idea that she was taking care of anything even remotely related to prefectship on the night of her own birthday party was absolutely laughable! No, on the contrary, she was taking her time getting dressed.
It was getting more and more difficult to find a dress that Teddy hadn't already seen on her, and she wanted to look absolutely fabulous on this particular occasion. Sure, he probably wouldn't know the difference if she wore something she'd already been seen in, especially considering all of her dresses were either white, pink, or white and pink. The problem was, she was turning sixteen in just a few hours, and as much as she wanted to look her most respectable and her best, there was something in her that wanted to look a little something else, too – at least just this once. She wanted something a little more glitzy, and a little less like a baby doll or corporate executive. Devon, however, didn't have anything else, and there were very few girls who she could borrow from, given her unique physique.
She was glad she'd bought herself extra time, because she was totally flummoxed. There was no solution to this problem that didn't involve an immediate, top secret shopping trip with someone who was even slightly less fashionably clueless than Devon was. She tried not to worry about it – she merely went on to do her hair. If her dress couldn't be glitzy, her hair could have some panache, at the very least. She gave herself some loose curls, using her wand, and tousled her hair up a bit to make it look a little less calculated. Sure, she tried to fix it again every time she so much as caught a glance in a mirror, but it was a big step for her to even slightly attempt to muss it up. Eventually she made a decision – she'd wear the brightest pink dress she owned and try her hardest to work it. Considering her wardrobe consisted almost exclusively of pastels, choosing the brightest dress wasn't difficult – it stood out like a festering wound amongst the rest of her delicate and pale wardrobe. She was a vision in hot pink. Sure, she still looked like a baby doll (or maybe more like Teen Skipper, given the length of the little dress), but she felt edgier... and that was really what counted. That, and what Teddy thought.
As she made her way toward the tower, her prefect badge pinned in plain sight just in case there were questions, she couldn't help but grin. As much as she was excited about spending time with Teddy, she was really excited for the alcohol, which she'd requested and which he'd promised to acquire. She'd had a bit of champagne before at parties, but never in any large quantity or without parental supervision. She was dying to really drink – to see what the fuss was all about. It seemed exciting and grown up and a little riskier than she was used to, which made her want to do it even more. Her heels clicked on every step as she skipped her way up to the top. She was beaming already, too excited to contain her enormous toothy smile.
The second she was up the stairs she practically bounded for the boy, sashaying toward him with an enthusiastic and probably too loud “Teddy, darling!” She landed next to him in the pile of pillows, giggling with amusement. Before she could say another word she leaned in and planted a kiss on his cheek. She smelled the liquor on his breathe before she even noticed the bottle. “Happy birthday!” she exclaimed, “And I see you brought my present, as requested! You're so good to me – though you started without me, didn't you? What a naughty thing you are!” she chided playfully, her nose wrinkling.
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May 26 10 8:53 PM
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At the sound of her voice, he was beaming broadly at her, his eyes tracing over her very pink form before she was right there next to him and her lips were pressing against his cheek. He didn't get a chance to try and change that to a kiss on the lips before she was exclaiming about the present and then admonishing him for starting before she arrived. He gave her a crooked grin.
"Naw. I had a...a piffling. Just enough to make sure it's good enough for you," he claimed, grinning all the more as he settled his arm about her and pulled her nice and close. He liked how her body felt pressed against his side. She didn't have the tits, but Merlin, she smelled good and she was always so pleased to be around him; that made him want her more than even he was aware.
"Here," he pressed the bottle to her hand, "try it out. It's not as good as fire whiskey - which I do have," he added, nodding towards the bag, "but it's a good start. And doesn't burn nearly as much. The flavor is a bit lighter, too, but in a good way," he continued, acting like he was some sort of regular drinker. Which he wasn't.
"And I got something else," he added, waggling his brows and leaning in to whisper into her ear, "special. Just for us." He pulled abruptly away from her and reached over to grab out the firewhiskey. "But you'll have to wait and see later!"
May 27 10 12:49 PM
Devon shimmied up to him, nice and close, feeling as though she could afford to be a bit more uninhibited on this momentous occasion. She hadn't actually gotten him anything for his birthday, so she figured she owed it to him to make her presence the gift. She was sure that's what Teddy would have asked for anyway – he sure hinted at it enough. Of course, it might not have been her presence that he was hoping for, exactly... but she never claimed to be especially generous, so she wasn't planning on giving him any more than he deserved. Frankly, she wasn't sure it would be much of a gift to see her with her clothes off, so really she was doing him a favor.
Devon wasn't a regular drinker, either – really, champagne was the only alcohol she'd ever tried, and she wasn't really impressed with the stuff. She took the bottle without a word, though, merely grinning at him like a fool. She didn't think drinking from the bottle was exactly classy – but, then again, even if they were drinking from crystal, she doubted this evening would ever count as truly classy. She was a little perplexed when he suggested that the stuff burned – was it supposed to? Burned in what way? It made her a little more skeptical about taking a sip than she would have been had he not warned her. “Thank you, sir,” she said with an amused wrinkle of her nose, trying to salvage some class as she, very tentatively, took a sip from the bottle. Oh, she understood what he meant by 'burn' the second it hit her esophagus. Even with the warning it was kind of shocking – but in an interesting way, not a bad way. It was warm all the way down, and she couldn't help but giggle with giddy amusement. It was, frankly, rather unexpected. If that was mild, she couldn't wait to try the fire whiskey! She was about to hazard another sip of the stuff when he was suddenly jerking away, and then whispering in her ear about some special something.
“That isn't fair!” she exclaimed, glaring at him with amusement in her eyes. “You tell a lady you have something special for her and then don't tell her what? You're a phenomenal tease, Teddy Weiss,” she said, shaking her head and finally taking another sip of the vodka she was holding on to. It didn't feel quite as... shocking... this time. She could appreciate the warmth now that she was expecting it. She still wished she was sipping it from a glass rather than gulping it from a bottle, but she'd manage.
“Don't expect me to do you any favors, darling,” she joked, crossing her legs as she adjusted herself on top of the pile of cushions, throwing a wavy bunch of tresses over her shoulder. Even if they were drinking straight from the bottle at the top of the astronomy tower, she still felt very adult. “And if I get anything fabulous for my birthday tomorrow, I'll be sure to flaunt it for you and share nothing, because that's what you get when you're a tease, darling. You get teased right back,” she laughed, taking another dainty sip.
May 27 10 7:38 PM
He only grinned as she called him a tease. Fact was, she was the tease. A first-class, horribly horrid tease. She touched him and sashayed around him and laughed in that lilting sort of way that made his gut twist in a pleasant and hopeful manner all the time. And then there was the way that she always hung on his every word and batted her lashes at him.
She was the tease and there was no two ways about it.
He didn't say that, though. There was little point in doing so when she would likely only argue it with him or give him a look. She was good at those.
"It can't be a surprise if I just tell you what it is," he argued, leaning over and poking the tip of her nose with his finger, "and you can tease away all you want. I still know you want me."
Leaning back, he popped the top off the fire whiskey and took a mouthful, which only caused him to start coughing as it burned down his throat nearly making him spit it out. He'd only ever had a sip of the good stuff once before. Wiping his hand across the back of his mouth, he held it out to her, his eyes watering and his voice a bit of a croak. "Here. Try this. And I'll get the surprise ready. If you want me to."
May 28 10 12:39 PM
“It can so be a surprise if you tell me,” she argued good naturedly, still clutching the vodka bottle and trying to salvage some shred of class, even as he belittled her with a nose-poke. “If I wasn't expecting it, it's a surprise whether you tell me now or later. And I wasn't expecting even this much, darling, so I am thoroughly surprised already – and impressed. You are such a gem,” she told him, beaming. She thought what she was saying was valid and convincing – at least she hoped it was, because she wanted to know what this surprise was - and Devon Reinhardt did not like to wait.
She scowled at him once he suggested she 'knew she wanted him' – though he seemed too absorbed in his bottle of fire whiskey to notice her impish grimace. Maybe she did want him – probably not in the way he wanted her to, but she had wondered, on more than one occasion, what it was she did want from Teddy Weiss. For now, his alcohol would do. After that – well, she'd have to see.
His reaction to his sip of fire whiskey gave Devon another warning in regards to how to approach the stuff – just as cautiously as she's approached the vodka, if not more so. She took the bottle from him with a smile, certain that she'd be able to handle the good stuff with a lot more grace than he could. “Yes, I certainly want you to,” she told him, placing the other bottle gingerly on the ground and giving the fire whiskey a tentative sniff. Her nose didn't need to be especially close to the mouth of the bottle for her to understand the intensity of the drink inside. Still, she hazarded a sip and, to her dismay, had a very similar experience to Teddy's.
For a fleeting moment she wasn't sure if the stuff was in her throat or up her nose, and whether she was choking or successfully swallowing. She floundered a moment, not breathing, just allowing the stuff to scald her throat until she managed to take a big, brave swallow. She was coughing and sputtering, sniffling and gasping, trying to figure out what had just happened to her. She cleared her throat loudly, but she wasn't sure it did much. “You know, I think I prefer the other stuff,” she told him, her voice a bit like gravel. She was slowly understanding the appeal of cocktails – she would have died for something to put out the fire right then, but there was nothing non-alcoholic in sight. She settled for switching the bottle in her hands with the bottle on the floor and hazarding another sip, which set her off choking again – albeit not as fiercely.
“I hope your surprise isn't quite so corrosive, dear. I'm not sure my throat can take any more of this abuse,” she told him, clearing her throat once more and placing both bottles at her feet. “I think I've finally figured out why people normally drink this stuff in such dainty glasses – any larger and they'd be spending the night spitting it on the ground while they gasped for air, and I imagine it's much to expensive to be used to water the grass” she laughed, trying to make a joke out of her little episode. She wondered, idly, how long it took to actually get drunk – if that was the goal, which she assumed it was. She didn't want to ask him and seem that inexperienced, though. Instead, she just watched him, emitting a rather curious “So?”
Jun 2 10 7:25 PM
Of course he was a gem; that was obvious to anyone who knew him. It didn't mean he was giving up the secret quite yet. Now, he had gone through a few different considerations on the drug of choice, but ultimately he figured she was the pot sort and not the cocaine sort - not that he had done cocaine himself. Still, if he'd felt she was that sort, he'd have talked Kalle into getting him some. As it were, he had pot and that was going to be the bit of fun he was quite ready to get her into.
“You know, I think I prefer the other stuff."
"More of the good stuff for me," he grinned, grabbing up the bottle she placed at her foot and taking another throat searing gulp. Setting it down as he gasped and tried to not choke, he reached for the bag and searched around in it for the joints Kalle had made for him. As much as Teddy believed he could roll his own, Kalle had only rolled his eyes and then rolled up the joints giving him a free one for his birthday - the others he had to pay for.
Grabbing his wand as well, he turned back - though he only had one of the joints out - and grinned as he lit up the end and inhaled a lungful. As much as he had coughed and choked his first few times, he was rather good at the whole smoking thing by now and, as he handed it over to Devon, he let out a small trickle of smoke. "It's the best money can buy. Kalle assured me."
Jun 4 10 8:55 AM
Devon had never imagined herself smoking a joint. She'd imagined herself smoking cigarettes, though she'd never actually tried because, as classy as a girl looked with a cigarette between her fingers, the stuff still smelled awful and her lungs could barely manage when someone else was smoking, let alone if the smoke were to be pouring directly into her lungs! She'd imagined herself drinking, only because it seemed like fun – everyone seemed to think so – and because she imagined that one day she'd like to go to lots of parties involving cocktails in charming glasses and lots of uninhibited conversation. There had never been pot in any of her wild fantasies, however. She supposed that, if she were in charge and had to choose just one thing to smoke, she would also choose cigarettes, only because they were so sleek and thin and clean and a bit genteel. Pot had never seen that way to her. That didn't mean she wasn't interested, though. She was quite interested, in fact – mostly because she knew next to nothing about the stuff.
She accepted the joint, her typical Devon grin on her face. She examined it a moment, clearly amused at the promised surprise. “Alright, darling,” she said with a sigh, her voice full of amusement, “I may be on top of things most of the time, but you're going to have to tell me what to do,” she laughed, not ashamed to be a novice at this particular activity. She'd watched people smoke cigarettes before, but she couldn't even guess at that procedure, let alone this one. “Do I just-” she asked, holding it up, “No, no. You're going to have to show me again,” she laughed, handing it back to him, her nose wrinkling.
She couldn't help but to giggle... and keep giggling. This was so absurd – so far from her regular comfort zone that she didn't know what to do besides laugh. She was drinking and smoking while out after curfew! She just handed Teddy a joint while wearing her prefects badge! It was actually ridiculous. She snorted, sighed, looked at Teddy, and then tried to staunch her grin – it was impossible. “Oh, Teddy,” she muttered, shaking her head just slightly. “You're a good boy, aren't you?” she asked him. “Do you really think we should keep this up, dear? As fun as it is, it just seems a bit...” she floundered, “you know.”
Jun 4 10 8:24 PM
The good thing about admitting you weren't in the know around Teddy was that he was never one to make you feel stupid about it. Well, unless you weren't a girl, then he might just rub it in, but as Devon was clearly a girl he only took the joint back and showed her how to pinch it between her thumb and finger. "Here, like that. See? And then," he brought it to his lips, took a slow inhale, held it and then let it go. "Just like that. Nice and slow. You'll probably cough a bit at first, but it's worth it," he assured her, handing the joint back and get her fingers on it just right.
"Okay, now," he motioned an inhale and then was grinning all the more when she suggested he was a good boy. He wasn't that, and he knew it. Well, he could be, but where was the fun in that? He wasn't sure he knew.
"A bit what? A bit more than way lots of fun? It's way far more than fun," he told her, tipping back the bottle of whiskey again and taking the burn with more grace than the first two sips. "C'mon, Devs! Take a good inhale! I promise...it's a greeat feeling," he assured her. Already he could feel the few puffs he'd taken starting to work on him.
Jun 6 10 5:25 PM
Devon held the joint just the way he told her to. She was still a bit skeptical, to be honest, but she supposed if she did it this once, it wouldn't mean anything. There weren't many people around to observe this, anyway, so she figured she was safe in that regard. Teddy certainly didn't look more attractive or interesting or intelligent while sucking away at the joint, like he might have if he'd been casually puffing away at a cigarette, but he didn't look any stupider, either. Well, it was her birthday – and his birthday, too – so if he wanted her to try smoking then she was going to do it. There was no use being a killjoy at her own birthday party. Besides, she wasn't sure they had much else to do besides choke on vodka and stare at one another, so engaging in another activity seemed like a good idea. Really, if she knew Teddy enjoyed sitting around and coughing so much, she would have invited him up to the hospital wing while she'd had pneumonia. That would have been a real hoot.
The first try was a bit jarring – her lungs weren't prepared for smoke to come pouring in, and suddenly she felt as though she was choking and dying. She coughed, and tried to catch her breath, and dropped the joint without even realizing it. She was pretty sure her life was flashing in front of her eyes, only her life looked like a far wall in the astronomy tower. She had a desperate, automatic urge to get that smoke out of her lungs, and now. Her eyes were tearing up and her heart had sped up from suddenly feeling as though she was going to die and, frankly, she wasn't so impressed with smoking pot so far. He'd sort of warned her – but she didn't think all of the warning in the world could have prepared her for that.
“Are you trying to kill me?” she asked once she'd gotten her bearings, her voice hoarse. She cleared her throat and took a few good breaths through her nose, trying to come back from her shocking near-death experience. She'd sounded a little snappish, but she wasn't angry with Teddy – she was angry with herself for being awful at smoking. She stood up and walked toward a window that was open to the air, hoping to rid herself of that loathsome smoke completely – though really she walked away because she was sort of embarrassed, and there was no good way to cover up an episode like that without resorting to obliviation - and she was no expert when it came to memory charms. All she wanted was a drink of water – or a drink of anything other than vodka. In her mind, this had all seemed like it would be a lot more fun. Maybe they should have invited more people... or waited until somebody could buy them something that didn't feel as though it was eroding a layer of her esophagus every time she took a swallow.
Jun 10 10 10:07 AM
"Why would I do that?" Teddy asked, looking at her with a perplexed expression. Killing her would be a bad idea. Not only could that land him in Azkaban, but it could also end up leaving him without the possibility of getting to do illicit things with. He wasn't sure which was the worse option.
He was taking another hit from the joint when Devon stood up. He watched her walk to the window, his eyes trying to imagine her rear end without the dress in the way, before he got to his feet and walked over to her. Without asking permission, he slipped his arms around her waist from behind and pulled her nice and close up against his body. It was a lovely feeling, that.
Dropping his mouth low to her ear, he chuckled softly. "The first time Kalle gave me a joint, I nearly turned purple from coughing and almost puked. It's natural, love," he murmured as he pressed his lips against her neck once. "Come on back. We'll just get drunk if you'd rather."
Jun 10 10 12:35 PM
Devon had to agree – it was nice to be held like that. It created a nicer feeling than anything the alcohol was doing so far, which was kind of a let down. She really wished she'd looked into that in advance – how long it was supposed to take to feel something after drinking and the like. So far all she felt was a bit ill from the coughing, and kind of tired (it was late after a long day of school) – definitely not happy or euphoric or tipsy or silly or wonderful, or any of the other things that she was promised she'd feel if she drank alcohol. She always thought the fun of drinking started when the bottle hit your lips, but so far she was not impressed.
“If it's natural, Teddy – if you knew something awful was bound to happen, why would you give it to me? I think that is a valid question,” she said softly, almost smugly. She wasn't angry – she was just trying to get a good little dig at Teddy and make him feel the slightest bit guilty to allow her to feel better. She didn't even need a reaction from him – she felt better just saying it... and from knowing he'd had a bad time at it, too. She sighed softly and then turned them around, walking back toward the cushions he'd set up for them.
“Are we just supposed to sit here and drink?” she asked him, realizing that, for all she knew, getting drunk could take hours. If this was all there was to getting drunk, she'd just about die – she'd been so excited, after all. “I wish I'd thought of something else we could do. This is a quaint little get together, I'll give you that, but I wish we'd planned more.” More than that, she was thinking that she was wasting this perfectly nice dress to sit on cushions and hack her lungs out, which she could have done while wearing anything. If she had any idea exactly what kind of activities Teddy had in mind, she would have wore something a little trickier to get out of.
With a soft, nearly inaudible sigh she reached for a bottle – the fire whiskey bottle. At this point, even if it burned, she wanted to go for what he'd called the 'good stuff'' – because if this whole night turned out pathetic and she never did anything like this again, she wanted to at least have had some of the good stuff in her. She raised the bottle to her lips and took a long but slow drink, feeling her innards slowly warming with the drink. Without the coughing and sputtering, the warmth actually felt pretty good. She could almost imagine her organs glowing a soft orangey-gold as the whiskey made contact, warming her like metal in a kiln. She had to catch her breath a bit after her long sip, but she was finally smiling, feeling a little more competent about all of this.
Jun 11 10 4:06 PM
The most frustrating thing about Devon was how he never seemed to be able to get himself to one up her. Always, always, always she managed to turn things around to her way and make him feel like he'd missed the mark. That he generally did miss the mark was no never mind; he believed in giving himself high marks for a good effort. That, of course, didn't do much to help him when she was pulling away from him and then making it all sound like what they were doing was somehow boring.
His face scrunched up as he turned to watch her sitting back down and taking up the whiskey. He wanted to keep her here and get her to the point where maybe he could do more than just hold her with clothes on - seeing at that was rather less than the sixteen year old wanted. That meant he'd have to figure out someway to get things interesting and to get her to take off her clothes.
The immediate idea of strip poker slithered into his mind, but he had to dismiss it for one very good reason: Devon was far too smart to be talked into that; amazingly, he was smart enough to get that. Well, if that wasn't going to work, he'd merely do something a little different. Taking a seat next to her, he took the bottle from her hands, set it aside and then took her hands into his, a smile drawing to his lips as he cocked a brow at her.
"I'm disappointed," he started, bringing her hands up to his lips and pressing a few kisses to the back of her hands. "Here we are, one day away from my birthday and a day before yours and you're not having fun. That's entirely unacceptable. So," he let go of her hands and reached for the bottle of whiskey and the vodka - he didn't consider pulling out another joint - and held them up for her. "Let's choose the poison and make some fun out of this." While she considered the bottles, he laid out the rules.
"We'll play a little game. A version of truth or dare. But see, unlike the basic version that everyone plays in the commons, ours will be the regular old dare, but the truth one will be less the truth about us, but instead will be the truth about what we would do. And," he cautioned, "we - and by we, I mean you - can't get all uppity and lecture-y over what either of us say."
Game laid out, he now had only to wait on her answer. That was something he was not wanting to be patient about, though he was pretty sure she'd give all manner of argument.
Jun 11 10 8:39 PM
He was being charming. That is, he was trying to be charming – trying to appeal to her idea of what 'charming' meant – and he was succeeding. She grinned, accepting his chaste kisses and gentle touch, not even minding that he'd taken away her bottle of whiskey. Her eyes twinkled with amusement as he began, very slowly, laying out something the slightest bit exciting. At first she wasn't sure what it was, but she was far more interested than may have been apparent. In fact, had he been rambling on about nothing, Devon probably would have piped up with some reason why his idea was sub par before she actually knew what it was. He was the one with the alcohol experience, though – he knew how to make this fun. So, though it went against her nature to just sit quietly and listen, that's what she did, beaming at him as she listened to his every word with the sort of respect she gave to professors and senile, elderly wizards. He had her.
Truth or dare. She'd played before, but she was younger then, and both the questions and the dares were innocent things that left everyone laughing. As she grew older, though, she withdrew a bit. She brandished the excuse that the game was childish. Truthfully, she just knew that the questions were changing, and the dares. People didn't always leave a game of truth or dare grinning anymore. They left half-dressed and crying, they left feeling dirty or knowing things they wished they hadn't learned. Truth or dare was a threat to everything Devon Reinhardt held dear, so she called it childish. She couldn't claim it was childish now, though, because this was very Grown Up truth or dare – this is what she'd wanted at her birthday party, whether she realized it or not. There was no excusing herself in a poof of patronizing elitism – she had to play.
“I am not uppity, Teddy,” she complained, already beginning to act, well, uppity. In the wild, when small creatures felt threatened, they did a number of things to make themselves appear bigger to the predators that threatened them. Well, Devon felt threatened by this little game already, mostly because all she knew about truth or dare was that childish game she scorned, and acting a bit haughty was how she made herself seem bigger... and often, it worked. “Just because I respect myself and my ideas does not make me uppity. It makes me intelligent. I wish more people would try it,” she suggested with a short laugh. As intelligent as she claimed to be, however, Devon didn't completely understand his game. ”What we would do”? What did that mean? What she would do in what situation? Regarding what? It was quite vague, and she had a notion that he'd done that intentionally.
She reached out to claim the bottle of vodka. “Darling, how exactly does the alcohol factor into this? We just drink as we play, or is there more to it?” she asked, playing with the cap on the bottle, screwing and unscrewing it idly. “And while I'm asking questions, I don't suppose you have an example of some sort – you know, of how the truths are different? I'm just not sure I'm grasping it, and I can't very well prevent myself from getting uppity if I don't know what it is I'm supposed to be getting uppity about.”
Jun 12 10 8:47 PM
"I am not uppity, Teddy."
Both brows raised at that and he couldn't help but to chuckle a little. She really was as uppity as they came and the more she spoke the more she proved that. Didn't mean he didn't absolutely adore her. He reached out and put his hand over hers as he worried at the bottle cap before he took the bottle back and set it on the ground again.
"Well, how about we make up the rules together?" he suggested before he laid out the rules on his own, anyway. "One shot every time you suggest a dare or ask for a truth, two shots every time you complete the dare or give the truth; three shots if you choose to not complete the dare or truth." That Devon would likely be three sheets to the wind after four or five shots was definitely something he was hoping for.
"Now, all we need is something to use for a shot," he added, casting about the room in hopes of something that would work. He frowned, his nose wrinkling as he did before he jammed his hand into his pocket and pulled out a button that he randomly had on him. "Here. Transfigure that into a shot glass, and then we can start."
Jun 13 10 1:04 PM
Devon listened to his suggestion of rules respectfully, but once he was done proposing them, she was shaking her head in disagreement. That was just bad game design, what he was proposing – it was nice and orderly and clear, but it didn't really seem fair. It sounded, to Devon, just about as dumb as quidditch sounded – a game whose name she honestly though should be changed to 'A seeker and a bunch of doofuses.' She'd never tell Teddy that, especially considering he was one of the aforementioned doofuses. It would probably break his heart if anyone explained to him how irrelevant he really was. She'd have to be gentle with him.
“Now that doesn't make much sense, does it, dear? Why should the person doing the tasks have to drink? Shouldn't the task itself be enough?” she asked, “And why would the person giving them out have to drink every time? I think the three shot penalty is fair, but the rest just seems a bit disorganized,” she explained, hoping he followed her line of reasoning. If Devon was only playing the role of the haughty referee then she wouldn't have cared how fair the rules were... but when she was playing the game, it was a different story altogether.
“How about, if you do the dare or give the truth, you don't have to drink – if you don't, it's a three shot penalty, like you said, darling. And if you give the dare or ask a truth, and the person does it, you take a shot? That way, if they don't do it, you're off the hook,” she suggested, much preferring that version of the game – though she naturally preferred every suggestion she'd ever made, so that wasn't saying terribly much. Sure, it reduced the amount of drinking a little bit, but it probably wouldn't make much of a difference. Given Devon's size, she probably could have gotten sloshed on half a shot from a thimble. If the goal was getting drunk, she was halfway there and they hadn't even started playing.
”Here. Transfigure that into a shot glass, and then we can start.”
She examined the button for a moment. When she thought of a shot glass, she thought of a little, classy glass thing – little decorative glasses in a row, tiny and perfect. “Wood, Teddy?” she asked, fingering it. She didn't think she was necessarily up for a wood-to-glass transfiguration at the moment, considering she was tired and about as far removed from her studies as she ever got. Not to mention the fact that the button had holes, and she was going to have to account for those, considering it was supposed to be a vessel for liquid. Devon didn't have anything on her except for her wand and her prefect badge. Ugh, just perfect – there were probably a million things that would have been easier to transfigure into a shot glass, and she was stuck with a button. “Well, darling, it's just going to have to be a wooden shot glass,” she informed him, a bit disappointed – a little glass shot glass would have been so classy! - but she already had her work cut out for her, having to work around the button holes.
She found her wand tucked away into her dress and took care of the transfiguration fairly quickly. It was actually a nice little glass when she was done with it, though it wasn't made of cut crystal and it wasn't transparent. Still, the wood grain was nice and had a bit of gloss to it, which she thought was acceptable. There were no holes in the final product, which was also pretty fantastic, if she said so herself. The thing she didn't realize was that it was a little larger than most people liked their shot glasses – she hadn't accounted for the thickness of glass versus wood, which left a lot of invisible extra room inside the glass itself.
“Now,” she said, holding it up proudly, grinning at her handiwork, “You were going to give me an example, weren't you, dear?”
Jun 16 10 4:55 PM
Devon's desire to change the rules he'd just come up with didn't surprise Teddy in the least bit. Not for a moment did he doubt that, had he come up with the exact same rules she'd just spoken, she'd have disagreed with them. Knowing it was pointless to argue, he nodded his agreement. It wouldn't get them nearly drunk enough fast enough for his taste, but it would still get them there. He'd just have to make sure he gave her dares that were just wild enough that she'd far prefer to take the drink.
“Wood, Teddy?”
"It's what I got," he explained. "And it doesn't' appear that Sinistra keeps vials about the place up here." Telescopes had glass in the lens, but he was pretty sure that messing with one of the telescopes would have Sinistra coming after him like some screaming banshee on a death hunt. That wouldn't be in the least bit fun.
"It's still better than drinking from the bottle," he said, trying to buoy her spirits as she worked on the button. Once the shot glass - er, wood? - was completed, he took it and examined the object grinning broadly at her. "Brill, Devon. That's what you are," he assured her, reaching for the vodka and pouring a shotful.
"How about, instead of a sample, I just offer up the first dare?" he asked, not waiting on her answer before he threw out the first one. "I dare you, Devon," he began, spinning the shot slowly between his two large hands as he watched her from under his brows, "to let me lick the tip of your nose."
Jun 16 10 8:56 PM
“Wait one moment,” Devon said sternly once he'd presented his dare, looking at him with a severe little grin, as though she'd caught him doing something naughty. “You can't just do that, darling! Don't you know how to play this game?” she sighed, crossing her arms over her chest and shaking her head slowly, like she couldn't believe she was dealing with something so ridiculous. “How were you supposed to know that I wanted a dare? What if I wanted truth?” she challenged him, looking him in the eyes. Oh, Devon may not have played this game many times – but that was because she was perfectly aware of the rules of the game down to the last detail and typically didn't want anything to do with it. She knew that it was the players' choice whether they were presented with a truth or a dare, and she hadn't been given that option. If she was going to play, she wanted every advantage possible.
“Why would you pick such a silly dare, anyway?” she asked, already scrutinizing him. It was obvious that she'd already managed to forget the rule about not getting uppity and lecturing about what went on in the game – but how was she supposed to sit and be quiet when she was so right?! “It's hardly a dare for me if you're the one doing the action, dear,” she explained, already growing weary of this game. This was why she didn't enjoy the company of children – they made it impossible to get anything accomplished and, frankly, they were stupid... sometimes fun, but usually not worth the effort. Teddy, however, wasn't a child – in fact, he was somebody whose company she often enjoyed. It was a shame, too. If he was a little-brain, she probably could have convinced him to go run and play.
“Is that something you'd actually enjoy doing, darling?” she asked, referring to the dare, “Because if not, I think you should pick again – though this whole turn is already technically outside of the rules of the game, since you didn't ask me if I wanted a dare at all,” she ranted. It seemed as though someone had forgotten to tell Devon that you couldn't win at truth or dare – not at this version, or any version. That wouldn't have affected the way she played, anyway. This was, after all, a girl who had grown up thinking that she could win at coloring.
Jun 18 10 8:09 AM
She was missing the whole point of the game, as far as Teddy was concerned. The whole point of the game was to get entirely pissed and then for him to get the chance to get up under her skirt. He wasn't nearly stupid enough to tell her that, but he was starting to wonder if maybe she somehow knew his intentions and that was the reason for the constant stalling and complaints.
He was starting to not have any fun whatsoever.
Choosing to ignore her complaint that he'd not followed the proper rules, he took on the second half of her complaint with a cock of his brow. "You mean, you actually wouldn't mind if I licked your nose? I'd have thought you weren't so keen on that idea. I mean, if that's not a big deal for you, then maybe I'll just have to lick your nose everyday when I see you."
He knew he was being an arse now, but he was having too much fun being such that he wasn't about to up and stop. Besides, he was confident enough in his friendship with Devon that he wasn't too worried that she'd be storming out on him. Not for something as silly as him being a bit of an arse.
"But, that being as it is, if you're not willing to give into the dare, I can just fill this little...wood," he turned the filled shot before her eyes, "two more times over after you down it this first time."
Jun 18 10 12:16 PM
“Well, I would certainly mind, dear, but I'm sure I'd survive,” she told him tiredly, though she was still grinning. “After all, any lady who can't take a little spit to the nose isn't worth knowing, in my book.”
She sighed, and didn't try to hide the fact that she was sighing – though her grin was fading without her knowledge or consent. And then she yawned, stifling it daintily with the tips of her fingers. Clearly this evening wasn't going exactly as she thought it would, but at least she was trying to redeem it, even if playing with Teddy was like playing with a small and insolent child. It was still better than sitting in her dorm ramming her head against the wall – or worse, revising for OWLs.
“I never said I wouldn't do it, dear. I said it was too easy,” she expressed as she rubbed her eyes for a moment. She thought the alcohol was going to have a wild effect. So far it wasn't doing much, unless the sleepiness was a result of the few sips she'd had – in which case, she was thoroughly disappointed. If she'd wanted a good, warm drink to put her to sleep, she would have had milk. She never nearly choked to death on a glass of milk before.
“I still would like to maintain that this is completely outside of the rules, but go on and get it over with before I change my mind,” she told him, sitting up on her knees and leaning toward him, as if she was expecting to receive a kiss. She didn't think a lick on the nose would be much different than that. “Don't be disgusting about it,” she added at the last moment, just in case he had any secret agendas. You never did know with boys.
Jul 3 10 12:46 PM
Teddy was not a smart lad. Add in that he was doing quite a bit of drinking (current gulp of whiskey burning down his gullet, included) and his smartness level was dipping far too low. He'd wanted to get them drunk and get things to the proper level of physicality long ago, but Devon was talking too much and drinking too little. And now she was making a huge, big deal out of the stupid game he'd concocted, a game he rather wished he'd not have suggested at all by this point. They should have already been on their fourth or fifth dare by this point - and probably half naked, if not more so - but there was that whole talking thing she was clinging to that was getting in the way.
Really, could she ever stop talking? Even as she finally gave into the dare and was getting herself all ready for his tongue, his frustration was rapidly reaching a new high point and his smartness had disappeared entirely. In a move that he would later wonder at, he leaned forward, slid his hand right up under her flirty pink skirt to get in an attempted fondle and spoke his mind - a mind he generally kept to himself or the lads: "I'd say that any lady worth knowing would be keen to get my big willy shoved deep into her puss."
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