Well, Well, Well [closed]
Well, well, well. What did we have here?He shifted his focus from the brunette standing beside him, turning to flatten his back against the slick cherry wood of bar edge there behind him. One ankle crossed over the other, his trousers lifting just slightly at the movement, exposing the Golden Snitch socks he was wearing with his suit. Old habits
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That had somehow transitioned into a green dress, "beach" curls, and a mojito in her hand.
It could have been worse. She was at the end of her rope listening to the women she was standing with, over hearing about who was missing whom and someone named Elizabeth and her most recent break up from Chad (as if there was ever a trustworthy bloke named Chad, this woman was clearly an idiot).
She happened to turn, looking for an out more than anything.
And wasn't that interesting. She brought the straw in her drink up to her mouth, sipping her drink as her ( ... )
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His lips moved into a more pronounced smirk as he held her gaze, unable to help himself as he matched her look with his own raise of his brows. He brought the glass in his hands to his lips, a slow sip from the whiskey sliding down his throat as he contemplated which one of them would be the first to make the move.
If he had been a little bit younger, he'd hold his ground, willing her to come toward him- as if making the move would somehow show his weakness. But if there was anything he'd learned from his younger days, it was that some things, some people in particular, were worth the attention.
However, this seemed to start a game of cat and mouse he was already enjoying, even if he hadn't yet decided which one of them was which.
Just the way that dress hung from her curves, the way her hair hung down her back- it was enough to draw an incredible vision of what she might look like sans dress through his mind and damn if he didn't like what he saw.
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Then again, some things didn't.
Zoey wasn't about to give in to whatever little battle of wills they had started. She wasn't even sure which of them had gotten involved first. Cormac was staring, but Zoey matched the look.
Who did that? And why did it make him look that much more appealing? Probably something to do with the lack of an ability to avoid a challenge.
She kept eye contact, tilted her head a little to the right. Her lips quirked into a smirk as she caught the straw with the tip of her fingertip, spinning it slowly around the glass. Zoey dropped her head in a bit of a nod toward the brunette, adding as much judgment to the curve of her eyebrows as she could.
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He found he couldn't quite tear his eyes from Zoey even if he wanted to. Nor could he ignore the tightening in his heart when her head tilted in just such a way.
He followed her gaze, a soft chuckle rising in his chest as he took in the judgement that was classic in Zoey Ferris, the intimidation that preceded her reputation from when they were even first years having seemingly not changed a bit.
All he could do was shrug before he took sight of her nearly empty glass. He raised his own toward her, one eyebrow cocked perfectly in response.
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It had always, and seemingly still did, make Zoey want to either hit him or get her hands on him in a more fun way.
She laughed, softly, at his shrug. At least she knew she wasn't pulling him away from anything overly interesting - as if that was even a concern.
Lifting her glass, she sipped the last bit, down to the ice. Shaking it, letting the half melted ice rattle around the glass, Zoey jerked her head sharply to the left, turning on her heels and heading toward the end of the bar.
She didn't look back to see if he caught her meaning and was following. The answer was obvious.
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She had made the move Cormac had been waiting for. With nary a glance to the brunette next to him, he tipped back his glass and let the last of the whiskey slide down his throat. He would need the extra bit of liquid courage if he was going to actually interact with one of the most difficult women to ever pass through Hogwarts.
Just the thought brought upon a grin.
He slid through the crowd, his hand tugging at the unbuttoned top button of his shirt before finding the empty spot beside her. He let his elbow rest of the cherry wood, his tongue running across his teeth as he eyed her. He had liked this little silent game they'd been playing.
But they were on the next challenge, now, weren't they?
He raised his eyebrows in an approving manner.
"Who knew green was your color?"
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Leaning against the bar, briefly on her tip toes, she motioned to the bartender for a refill, two fingers held up in a motion toward Cormac. If she knew exactly the profile the position gave her, who could really blame her?
When she was firmly back on her own too feet, Zoey turned toward him, leaning her elbow against the bar as she looked at him, all amused expression.
"Who knew you hadn't fallen off the face of the earth? I half expected you to have been banned from Britain by now."
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He was a man who knew how to appreciate the good things, he couldn't help it.
"And allow another country to benefit from this," he asked, a casual glance down at his impeccably tailored suit before brandishing his signature charming smile.
He gave an appreciative nod to the bartender as the man slid their drinks to them. He reached in his pocket, pushing forward his credit card and allowing the bloke to open up a tab.
"That would be truly a loss for the great United Kingdom."
He handed Zoey her drink before tipping his toward her in toast.
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She also may have let her eyes trail down that perfectly tailored suit when he indicated it and may have momentarily wondered why in the world she'd never tried to get involved in that before.
Lifting her glass, she tapped it briefly against his, bringing it up to her lips in a short sip. Turning, she leaned back against the bar, well aware of how much closer it put her to him.
"All right, so tell me. What's your game? Not just useful on basic brunettes these days, is it? I'd hate to be disappointed." Tilting her head, hair falling over her shoulder, Zoey gave him her slyest, challenging look. "Or worse, bored."
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