Date: 18 June, 2000
Location: Padma's flat on Shelton Street to a Muggle club.
Time: 17:00 until Merlin knows when.
Character(s) Involved: Padma Patil, Myron Wagtail, and Terry Boot
Rating: PG-13. (May be changed, we'll see!)
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He couldn't help but think that this whole thing was a horrible, horrible idea. --Who 'danced'? What was 'dancing'? An excuse to bump bodies and spread disease, was what. )
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"Come on in, Terry," Padma said, grinning broadly as she stepped back, twirling slightly for him. "What do you think? Promise I'll make yours quite a bit more understated."
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A small hand up to his glasses to keep them from sliding, Terry smiled automatically as the door swung open in front of him. Then, he saw her attire; dark eyebrows flew up. --It was- tight. Literally, tight. But, that wasn't to say it was a bad outfit. On the contrary, it was quite attractive- and it definitely suited her- complimenting her skin tone and the like. (A bystander might have thought he was checking her out. --But they would have been wrong.)
"Why Padma," he exclaimed, crossing over the threshold into her flat, his hands clasped together. "--What do I think? I think I might be straight after all." Terry gave her a playful smile-- inwardly thanking Merlin that he was away from the lift and corridor. "-No, really- I think you look ravishing, love."
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He then watched with a bemused smile as Padma pondered his apparel. He could almost see wheels turning- and then- ...leather? He had his jacket with him-- Terry sighed and shook his head, smiling. "That'd be fine- so long as I can easily ditch it."
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Leaning slightly on the open door, Padma smirked, "Two boys in one night. The doorman probably thinks I'm some kind of freak. Come on in, Myron. Terry's already here, and we're ready to go. Well, ready as we'll ever be."
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Then, realising he'd gone rigid, Terry lifted a hand to rub at the place Padma kissed, certain he could still feel lipstick, but kept his eyes fixed on --Myron.
This was the man behind the journal, then. This was the man who envied the lives of pink bunnies.
Huh.
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