<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7d/Catora4.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/ae/Hogwartscrest.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> "Ora" Reyes (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14814512#msg14814512)<br/><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> Hufflepuff | 4th Year<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Muggle born<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 11" | Alder | Unicorn Hair <br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> the sweater as shown (in cream, coffee and black) as well as ripped jeans and these boots (https://www.shoecity.com/21865-tm_large_default/soda-women-knee-high-riding-boots-two-tone-sam-h.jpg)<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Friday | 11-01-2019 | late afternoon<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> From Food to Alcohol AKA Hogshead!<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Snarky snark, random flirtations, FIRE WHISKY!!<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Happy-Pharrell Williams (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y6Sxv-sUYtM)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Audrey...queen of snarktastic one liners who seems to be in dire need of a drink!</td></tr></tbody></table><hr/><br/>This whole thing was very odd but that was just fine with the caramel-hued young woman who seemed to be almost entranced by the snakiness of her chosen companion. In fact, the deadly monotone, probably used to good effect against all right-thinking people everywhere, only added to Ora's inner hilarity. Did this woman honestly think that her dead facial expression mattered when someone was determined to make her think happy thoughts? Ora took a moment to consider this even as she trudged along.<em>'Well, yeah. Probably. She just doesn't know ME, yet.'</em><br/><br/>Now don't be confused. Ora was not nearly as confident as she seemed. In fact, she was far from it BUT when she saw a person in need of cheering up? She was on it like it was her sacred duty. Of course, she had no proof that Audrey needed anything other than a swift kick to the rear end but it was the thought that counted, right? Right? Fuck it.<br/><br/>"You do realize I am not British?" Ora waved a hand at her own general appearance. "No need to be all hateful American and murder British words,  it's wasted on me." A grin, brilliant and bold. "The Hogshead? Good enough. I like it there. They tend to stare at each other and leave me alone."  The young woman sounded bright and chipper, not the least bit put out and with nary a care in the world. It was probably rather annoying. Moreover, she never corrected Audrey's assertion about the state of her booty. No point, right? Ora had the best view going and was not about to test her luck by drawing attention to the fact.<br/><br/>Minutes later, the pair were embraced by the smoky dimness of the Hogshead and had meandered their way to the bar. Though it was the fairer skinned woman who drew the attention of the barkeep, Ora interrupted simply by speaking over her. "We need a bottle of Ogden's Old and two CLEAN shot glasses." The darker-hued young woman all but growled, completely losing the lightness in tone. "Don't bring me anything less than sparkling,  mmkay?" Then, she smiled as sweet as you please and turned her attention back to the woman at her side.<br/><br/>"So, you're a mean drunk? That's awful. We have really got to work on loosening you up. When was the last time you got off?" Ora paused as the bartender returned, her attention given wholly to the study of the shot glasses that were placed before her, along with the bottle she'd requested. Finding nothing amiss, she drew out a small pouch and pulled out the appropriate amount of galleons before adding a few sickles for a tip. She pushed the whole pile toward the dingy looking man and turned away, all without a by your leave. "Anyway, a couple of good orgasms would cheer you right up, I'm sure." Slim fingers grabbed for the glasses and the bottle. "Come on. Let's find a table."<br/><br/>Ora didn't wait. Instead, she turned abruptly and headed for a darker corner in an already oppressively dark bar. Once she found a decently hidden spot, she shoved a chair out for her companion before settling herself and opening the bottle. A moment later, two very healthy shots had been poured and one of them was placed before the other young woman. "Here's to getting you tipsy." A crooked little grin. "Bottom's up!