<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Mc7q2VL.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> <strong>Loveday Marley</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14656426#msg14656426)<br/><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> Hufflepuff, 4th <br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Halfblood<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> Poplar with Thunderbird Feather core, 12"<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> Heels, Fishnets, Leather Miniskirt, Short Leather Jacket over Arrows top<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> September 2, 2019 | Late Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> On the way to the Hog's Head Inn<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Angry Loveday Drags Dyani to get Mahhhhtal<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> I Like You So Much Better When You're Naked (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VkVy2FeqIyc)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Dyani (Amarlo), closed but PM RedPhoenix &amp; Amarlo if you'd like to join</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>"Oh giz a bag o crisps." Loveday said, sulking at the talk of the Tournament. "Your type won't let it go fair." She said, taking a deep gulp of the mostly vodka in her cup. "Ah whatever I'm not gonna get all up a height over it, just in a fettle is all. Gettin' mortal'll fix that."<br/><br/>"Hey, two more!" She shouted at the bartender. "And don't bring her the wrong one this time." She said, without any care for whether Dyani actaully needed another one or not, finishing the drink and taking up the one that had previously been given to Dyani as the bartender shot them a nasty word and got to work on their drinks. That was the sort of ambiance you came to the Hog's Head for after all, verbal abuse was practically a given.<br/><br/>She pulled out a pack of cigarettes and pulled one out, snapping her fingers to light the end of it she put it on her lips. Yes it was going to be one of those nights. And yes, you could still smoke in the Hog's Head.<br/><br/>She turned to eye Dyani up and down. The look was the one a hungry wolf gives a freshly spiced steak. "Ya know ya shouldn't wear something like that in here." She said. "People might get the wrang idea." She shook her head as if she was talking purely out of care for her friend. "Here we'll be defending your honor all neet again. The gadgies here won't let up 'til your on yer honkas. Maybe not even then."<br/><br/>She leaned into Dyani, slipping an arm around the girl's bare waist and tugging it a bit roughly, not quite off the stool, then gave her a rakish grin. "Just lettin' them all that's watchin' us know yer mine." She grinned. "At least fer now."