OPEN! Who's clubbing off campus tonight?

[alliee_g]

The Red Feather was the last word in entertainment in Painswick; mostly because it was the only club in the college town. Anyone who was anyone went to The Red Feather to dance, socialize, and drink their educational troubles away.

But Allie Gonzales wasn't anyone.

She liked to think she was the one, so of course-- she was at The Red Feather

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[georgikins]

[ occ: A bit of a delayed response but it's still open, so HIOMG♥ ]

After an early night spent following up his evening class with a few hours doing actual work at the library, George wasn't quite feeling like himself. He considered a few options to remedy this issue and, after having to discard the messier ideas, opted to head to the Red Feather before making his way home. Nothing like an evening of drinks and girls to get him out of this odd studious funk. And the crowd at the club usually promised a chance of running into decent company

[alliee_g]

It barely took her an eighth of a second to process who was standing in front of her. Red hair, freckles, and handsome enough to still pull it off?

Forge Weasley.

But which one? shit

"Oh! She squeaked, reaching down with both arms outstretched so he could help her off the stand, "Hi.. babe!"

Good enough for now.

[georgikins]

George took hold of Allie's waist, letting her hands rest on his shoulders, and smoothly helped her hop off the dancing platform. He caught her hesitation and avoidance of a name -after twenty years of being 'one of the Weasley twins', he was more than used to it.

"Mmhm, go on, guess which one," he laughed.

[alliee_g]

She rolled her eyes, flipping her hair over her shoulder. How was she supposed to make an educated guess with all noise and movement around her?

With a dramatic sigh, Allie studied his face and kept her eyes searching all the way down to his toes.

Not a clue.

Narrowing her gaze, Allie gave her guess, "Forge."

[georgikins]

George echoed her dramatic sigh, draped an arm around her shoulders and started moving toward the edge of the pulsing crowd.

"I suppose that'll have to do for now. Fancy a drink while you figure it out? On me."

[alliee_g]

Allie smiled cheekily. Moments like these were the reasons she liked being pretty. Boys were nice to her. They bought her drinks. Still, a little voice in the back of her mind reminded her that some boys were just nice-- like Forge --and did these things for friends.

That little voice was annoying.

"Thanks," She giggled, letting him tow her along as she slid her hand around his waist and into his back pocket. If he wouldn't out right tell her his name, maybe his apparation license would..

"What are you doing out, mister success story? Don't you have a business to run?"

[georgikins]

If George was aware of Allie's sneaking hand, he had no protests to make about it. After all, what single man in his right mind would oppose to having this girl's hand in their back pocket? Certainly not this one.

"What's the point of being a success if you can't take the time to enjoy it every once in a while?" he replied as they reached the bar, raising his now empty class as a testament to his enjoyment before sliding it across the counter and motioning for the bartender.

[alliee_g]

Allie perched herself up on a bar stool, having decided she would abandon her pocket search until he went to flash his ID to the bar tender. She flashed him a pretty, little smile, "Amortini, please."

The bartender nodded.

She turned to George... Fred... Whoever, "I wouldn't get it, if I were you."

[georgikins]

George raised a curious eyebrow. "And why not?"

[alliee_g]

Allie merely discretely pointed at the bartender, who was holding up a small vial filled with a distinct mother of pearl liquid swirling around inside. She picked up a drink stirer and dunked it quickly into the vial.

The bartender pulled it back out, held it over the drink she'd already made, and watched as one loan drop plunged down into the cup. Immediately the drink inside it changed color-- going from a sunny yellow to a swirling pink.

"Amortentia," Allie said in a low tone, "Just enough to make everything feel nice."

[georgikins]

George looked down at Allie's drink with a look of mixed suspicious intrigue and amusement. "Fair enough then. Don't think I mean much encouragement in that department, I'll take my poison potion-free," he said, turning to the bartender. "Another couple of shots, yeah?"

He turned back to Allie and nodded at her drink, the suspicion now gaining prominence across his features. "That's not asking for trouble, is it?"

[alliee_g]

She shook her head, mid sip, and when she finished she put the glass down and looked at George again.

"Mmh hmm, No," she told him firmly, but with a cheeky little smile none the less, "Not unless I have twelve."

Not that she ever would. She'd only seen it once. A girl at a bar in Brazil consumed fifteen Amortini's, and fell in love with the bar tender. She cried when they tried to kick her out.

[georgikins]

"Let's keep it a reasonable number, then. I wouldn't want to end up having to break your heart after you unavoidably offer yourself to me in the throws of infatuation," he declared, his words dripping with melodramatic emphasis.

He flashed Allie another joking grin and took one of his lined-up shots from the counter, tossing it back and quickly following it up with the second. Yep, that'll hit the spot.

[alliee_g]

No license flash? Crap. She was alone after all.

"So, uh..." She began cautiously, but halfway threw gave up being careful. It was a 50/50 shot, afterall, "George," she glanced up, checking his eyes to see if she was right, "You a big hard liquor fan?"