<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b9/Drunkria.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/e/ea/BeauxbatonsCrestClearBg.png/revision/latest/scale-to-width-down/350?cb=20160630041801)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Ria Delestrac (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14658834#msg14658834)<br/><strong>YEAR:</strong> Year 7<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-Blood<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 12 | Vine | Veela hair<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> Blouse in picture, hair up in a bun with loose hairs framing her face. Wearing the blouse as a dress with black boy-short panties spilling out the back. Wearing fishnet tights as pants with black heels.<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Wednesday, 4th September, 2019 | Very late in the night<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Hallways outside men's dorms<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Being incredibly drunk, trying to sober up and find her room<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Metric - Gimme Sympathy (https://youtu.be/LqldwoDXHKg)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>  Florian (M), CLOSED </td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/><hr/><br/>In truth the wall felt comfortable and safe. For a moment she reached out her hand and saw her wand twitch ever so slightly. Almost resisting her magical ways of coming back to her just as temperamental owner. "Come, you bitch," Ria muttered straining her arm a bit more before the elegant handle of her wand finally sped toward her hand and Ria tucked her wand safely in the pocket of her dress. While Ria rarely practiced safe<em>anything</em>, she did keep to proper wand etiquette. She had to do everything she could, since he wand barely decided to cooperate with her. However, just as her bun provided her a less than satisfactory pillow to rest her head backward. Her eyes started to flutter close until she felt someone walking and another flash of bright light. How long had she been sleeping? (It was a matter of seconds, but in Ria's mind it felt like hours. Her glossy eyes batted a few times and she held her palm up to the light shining in her face. Her nude plush lips turned into a scowl.<br/><br/>"What the fuck?!" Ria said out of protest turning her now narrowed eyes to the offender. Blinded by the light and then seeing curls of brow. A promising set of cheekbones and that charming smile that belonged to Florian. Ria's scowl suddenly turned into a smirk. The smirk suddenly turned into a smile and she reached out for his hand. Listening to his words and laughing. The few seconds of sleep bringing some little amount of sobriety to her eyes and mind. However, she still smelled of grain alcohol.<br/><br/>"Florian, Florian, Florian. Ever so charming even in the middle of the night," Ria smirked and reveled in the way his name swept off of her tongue like a good brandy. Wanting him to help her stand up from the ground. Her dress riding far up the swell of her pale thighs and hips covered by the wide fish-nets. It was obvious she only hair a pair of black panties underneath. Giving her<em>some</em>bit of decency. "No, no one threw me out of a bed... at least here at Beauxbatons," Ria tried to remember if she had been fooling around with someone before making her way back to the school. However, the night was still a haze.<br/><br/>"I've had a very fun night. A fun night that would have been far more fun if you were involved," Ria said with a slight slur to her words and a tilt of her head. Waiting to stand before she looked at him directly in the eye. She was older, but she didn't ever let age get in the way of what she wanted at any time frame of her life. Ria pouted her lip and wiggled her shoulders in a playful way, her hand reaching out to Florian's shoulder to give him a light punch. "Why have you been so lame sleeping early and not spending your evenings regaling me with your stories. You replaced me with another woman already, no?" Ria said with her brow even furrowed from her playful pout face.<br/><br/>Her eyes lingered to the bit of juice from the apple on the corner of his mouth. Zoning in on it she slipped her finger to the edge. Lapping the finger to her mouth as her pink tongue lapped the tip of it. Tasting the sweetness. "<em>C’est délicieux</em>" her voice purred. Leaving it vague on if she was talking about Florian or of that sweet apple of his.