<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/jjdYHyu.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Mackenzie “Mack” O’Hare (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14674148#msg14674148)<br/><strong>YEAR:</strong> Fifth, Gryffindor<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-Blood<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> Beech / 12” / Horned Serpent Horn (https://i.imgur.com/xVVNflt.jpg)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> This right hurr (https://i.imgur.com/KBN0flw.jpg) with these bitch-shoes (https://i.imgur.com/IOCSl4A.jpg). Also also: this necklace (https://i.imgur.com/2Sj41ap.jpg) from Aleks.<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 26th October, Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Darley Penthouse<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> On the hunt<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Rhys, Bambi, Raynor, Dior, Aleks, Everyone else at the bar.<br/><strong>MENTIONING:</strong></td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>She wasn’t disappointed. Rhys certainly had the eye for pretty little things, she couldn’t deny him that advantage. But listening to the conversation unfold was everything she had hoped for and more. She smiled into her glass, nodded appropriately, and didn’t even throw dirt into the hole he was digging himself into. Actually, she was about to help the man out, give him a ‘leg up’, or in the very least, act as the wingman. Mackenzie was about to say something about how Rhys was an excellent Quidditch player, or about how he was such a strong and supportive friend. Sprinkle a little tenderness over a bad-ass and some women just ate that up. Bambi seemed like the romantic type, no doubt it would turn her into goo.<br/><br/>But then the brute came charging in and it was game over. He had her in his arms and spinning around before Mackenzie could suck in enough air to belt out her loud laugh, and if she was reading the light in the male’s eyes correctly -Raynor he had said- then this ship had already sailed. Rhys and Mack were both standing at the docks.<br/><br/>Her game was over, but she was still chuckling into her drink by the time she turned her eyes to her friend and saluted him with her glass. “The night is young, and the alcohol is still pouring.” It had been worth every delay. “Rhys, I love you. Never change.” She blew him a kiss, wiggled her index finger goodbye at Bambi and Raynor, then did an about-face. What she wanted was something more to drink, something with fewer bubbles and more bite. What she<em>hadn’t</em>expected was to see Aleks at the bar surrounded by beautiful strangers and some familiar friends.<br/><br/>Her thoughts swarmed as if they had been hoisted up and spun around by Raynor’s enthusiasm, undecided how she felt about the scene. Aleks was on the other side of the room, but her stomach was doing that floppy, giddy thing again and she couldn’t even blame it on nerves. Part of her wanted to get into the plastic bag Rhys brought and get so drunk and so high that she would fast-forward the evening to a more miserable, gut-wrenching one. Get so pissed she didn’t have to face this weirdness. On the other, she found this sensation exciting and new and that was a rare treat for her these days.<br/><br/>Mackenzie ditched her empty glass on a passing waitress’ tray and decided to hell with it. If Rhys was going to strike out on his first try, she wouldn’t be behind if she did too. She was a woman on a mission. A woman with intention. She was going to need a lot more liquid courage.<br/><br/>“Well now, I’m quite insulted.” Mack approached from behind Dior’s left shoulder, wearing her usual Cheshire grin just a little crookedly on her lips. Sliding up to her friend, she proceeded to knock shoulders with her in familiar greeting, before finally turning her eyes back on Aleks and the others. “When we met there was less flattery. Actually, I think he might have been frightened of me.”<br/>