<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/87/e6/d8/87e6d89570cb4caf1f2ba9b31637c945.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/a/ae/Hogwartscrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20110806202805)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Kat (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14743745#msg14743745)<br/><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> Ravenclaw | 6th<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Muggle Born<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 12.5" | Spruce | White River Monster spine<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> A black ripped vest, backwards baseball cap and skinny jeans, hair extensions and two fake piercings <br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Saturday, 26 October, 2019 | Night<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Darley Penthouse | Main Hall<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> <br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Jessie J - Do It Like A Dude (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pOf3kYtwASo)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Ria, Nadia, Aaren, Dyani, Aleks</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Kat hadn't received their cocktail when a shot came gliding down the bar, stopping just about in front of them. Head turning in curiosity they noted a group of strangers, one enthusiastically roping the others into shots. 'Alright Bitches' was an abrupt but effective way of catching their attention, and Kat smiled as they looked them up and down. Maybe she paid for the shots by melting down the last week's jewellery. Kat kept that comment to themselves. They seemed fun already, Kat being swift to nod in agreement in spite of her own questionable tolerance. She loved a few drinks, and Tequila was always a particularly fun one.<br/><br/>Kat themselves was one of the more laid back at the bar, but had to agree with the enthusiastic stranger. Shots were in order to loosen a few others up. Smoothly injecting themselves into the group they grinned to Ria, a playful twinkle in their eye. They couldn't claim to recognise nearly any of the group, only Dyani being at all memorable. Detecting a French accent on Ria's tongue they came to the conclusion many of the others were from Durmstrang. Perhaps that explained the stiffness. They'd not known what to expect, but they seemed a little intense.<br/><br/>As soon as the toast began Kat's slender arm raised up, listening to what was one of the more haphazard, but entertaining, toasts they'd heard recently. They were definitely happy about toasting to parties and fucking. The Tri-Wizard Tournament wasn't something Kat would claim to care for, and nor was the majority of school. They'd drink to art, but didn't have the opportunity. Caught off guard by the enthusiastic very English cheers Kat giggled as they clinked their glass to the toast maker's, proceeding to down their tequila shot and just about hold their expression together. Kat wasn't much of a heavy drinker, and they knew Tequila was strong. Both in alcohol and effect. If memory served the last time they were drunk on Tequila all inhibitions, of which there were few already, had been thrown aside. Fuck it.<br/><br/>They smiled at the various strangers at the bar, giving a better look to each now that the first shots were downed. One got a double blink. First for the red, dotted dress and second for the converse. Kat held back the eye roll. At least it was different, to the girl's credit. And, impressively, she appeared to have found the only dress on earth with pockets. Perhaps the Russians did things differently. Mr. plain white t-shirt mostly had his legs examined, Kat always enjoying admiring someone who could pull off skinny jeans. It was just a shame he was facing toward them. Dyani was about the only one Kat recognised, and was the one who got the most approving look. Dyani was pretty anyway, but that outfit was particularly nice. Sadly both she and the man she'd been chatting to abruptly left, turning Kat's attention back to the French girl.<br/><br/>She was very pretty. Despite the jewellery being a bit much Kat was a huge fan of the fishnets, and open toes. And the cut of that black dress. Just about everything that contributed to showing some but not all, a little like Kat's own hole-riddled vest. Glancing at the bar Kat saw the bartender had been over-enthusiastic with shots. They grinned lightly, checking the woman's expression as they went to snatch two more, holding one out to her while keeping the other to herself. Hopefully they'd get away with doubling up. If they did Kat'd be happy to throw money around on the next lot. It looked like they'd already found someone who'd make for a very fun drinking buddy. Looking at those who were around to clean up the spare shots with them Kat raised hers up first this time, eyes still bright and smile wide as ever. "This one's just to getting fucking trashy tonight!" Not trashed, but trashy. Kat planned on forgetting what morality was sooner or later, and wanted to stick around everyone on the same page.