<div class="floatleft">(http://folkr.fr/wp-content/uploads/2017/10/pomme-interview-voix-a-croquer-folkr-04.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Angela Tilbury (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14674503#msg14674503)<br/><strong>YEAR:</strong> Slytherin, Third Year<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Pureblood<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 15 inches, Fir, Unicorn tail hair, Rigid<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> Pictured<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Saturday, October 26th, 2019 | Night<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Darley Penthouse<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Henlo<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Arctic Monkeys - Why'd You Only Call Me When You're High? (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6366dxFf-Os)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Elizabeth, Open<br/><strong>MENTIONING:</strong> Valentin</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/><em>"Fuck no."</em><br/><br/>Angela smiled, taking in Elizabeth's rejection of the man as a good sign, despite the sharp tone. She hadn't rejected<em>her</em>, which was what mattered. She even giggled at her joke, providing Angela with more hope that they were getting along.<br/><br/><em>"Let's hope, for his sake, that the curfew was lifted for tonight. As for the rest of it the superheroes are everywhere nowadays."</em><br/><br/>Angela shrugged as a response. Her little game was on the verge of running its course. It was best for her that she made it about themselves rather than using Valentin as a conversation subject.<br/><br/><em>"Maybe we can rid him of the questions by getting him high instead."</em><br/><br/>She didn't want to deal with some guy while she was trying to have fun with Elizabeth, though seeing him high could be amusing. As Angela contemplated the idea, Elizabeth nodded to her intention and walked towards a cigarette girl, fetching herself another cup of champagne. Angela watched her drink and slowly reached her, observing her curiously as she downed it and got a second one.<em>Naturally she wants to drink, it's a party,</em>she thought, feeling a bit like she was the anomaly in the Penthouse, not drinking.<br/><br/>"Or<em>we</em>could get high?" she suggested with a smile she wanted mischievous. While she wouldn't smoke anything not to damage her vocal chords, she assumed someone would have brought some brownies. "Unless you prefer to get drunk first, in which case I can keep you company but won't share the experience," she added, an apologetic look on her face. "Could also use something to drink that's not alcoholic, either way," she finished, glancing at the bar.