<div class="floatleft">(https://i.mdel.net/i/db/2018/3/877568/877568-800w.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Corinne Bailey (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=339010.msg16079073#msg16079073)<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>18th August, 2022 | 9 PM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Luxury tent | Quidditch Trillenium Stadium<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Same as picture with these heels (https://www.brides.com/thmb/mEps6ds3g9kkyolTWCxMPuHi7HM=/3650x3650/filters:fill(auto,1)/CM-001-b1cf232f372b4c59a92c0a60847285c3.jpg)<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Preparing for the Quidditch World Cup Final<br/><strong>Mood Music:</strong>Rush - Aly & AJ (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TLKiKJ8FYoA)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong><del>Ibrahim Berkes (Heartsink)</del>| Devon MacMichaels (Swashbuckler)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Corinne had to admit that she was pleased he didn’t try to push the issue. Some guys didn’t know when to just leave things as they laid. Which, ironically, meant that they wouldn’t end up getting laid at the end of the night, in most instances.<br/><br/>She continued to angrily tear into her hot dog as Devon explained that he had someone else take care of his face paint. He confided in her – boy, he was a brave one – that his hands were much too unsteady to handle a delicate and intricate job like that.<br/><br/>Instead of responding verbally, Corinne visibly grimaced while her brows pulled together. She cringed at the idea of what those shaky hands meant for him. More importantly, what they meant for any date he might have landed, against all the odds stacked against him.<br/><br/>A small smile actually crept over her face when he sarcastically asked what gave away which team he was cheering for. It was a tight smile, but still a genuine one, nonetheless. Her gaze veered away and returned to the game in front of them, players whizzing by at breakneck speeds to both chase and dodge the various balls.<br/><br/>She finished the rest of her hot dog in another couple of bites, then reached around for her plastic cup filled with soda for a sip. Devon asked which team she was cheering for, while a waiter asked what he’d like to drink. He ordered a butterbeer and Corinne smirked while sucking through the straw.<br/><br/>When the waiter left, Corinne placed her drink back down and folded one shapely leg over the other. “No, I’m not. I typically just attend these games without cheering.” She flatly said. “If I’m watching with someone, I’ll hope the team they’re rooting for will win, because I find that sports turn men on.”<br/><br/>Corinne reached over without thinking into his popcorn bucket and rifled around a while before grabbing  a handful and pulling her hand out again, to nibble on one piece at a time. Glancing over at him with a mild level of amusement, she wondered aloud, “if the dragons win, how horny will you get?”