When you're young and on your own...
Characters: Annaleigh Cornfoot, Jonathan Cornfoot, Alex Pritchard, Gabe Pritchard, Holly Macmillan
Authors: elle_lamb, kate_lamb & leigh_lamb
Date Set: 2030 (Alex is 19, everyone else is 18)
Rating: Teen
Summary: Jonathan & Annaleigh have a new party pad. They invite some friends to see it before heading out on the town.
It was with a satisfied air that Jonathan pulled out the last bottle of vodka and set it on the wooden sidebar. The penthouse he and Annaleigh had had their eye on, the one in St. Johns' Wood, was finally theirs. Sans Souci was nice, and it would always be home, but they had both been itching to move away from the watchful eyes of their parents.
There would be an official housewarming blowout later, with all their friends; Finn and Holly, some of the others from school- Kevin, maybe, if he could be pulled out of the emotional and broody cloud that constantly hung about his head. Tonight, though, was more low key.
Jonathan's lips twitched at the idea. Low key for them, at least.
Annaleigh sauntered into the living room, her skirt so short it was more like a cocktail napkin. Merlin willing, he would be out of eye and earshot whenever she and Pritch started going at it.
He was about to greet his sister when the doorbell rang. Josh was still at school, so unless the Aurors had already been called as a precautionary measure, it meant the Pritchards had arrived.
Flashing her brother a grin, Annaleigh quipped, “And so it begins,” as she crossed to the door. It was a little odd still, being out of the family home, but she was glad for the freedom. The first few nights after she and Jon had moved out, her parents had stopped in to check on them and make sure they were getting along alright, but after a few not-so-subtle hints Mum and Daddy had begun to ease off a bit. God willing they’d stay away tonight because she intended to get thoroughly pissed. It was likely that would be followed by getting thoroughly fucked. Not something she wanted Daddy walking in on.
As she pulled the door open, her smile widened. Alex and Gabe were always a good time.
“Come in, lads,” she said with a bow and a sweeping gesture of welcome. “The more the merrier.”
“So I’ve fucking heard,” Gabe smirked from his lean in the doorway. “In not only your sweet, dulcet tones, but whatsherface, or was it fucking whatshisface?” he asked. Annaleigh’s pointed, irritated look was familiar and Gabe grinned, pushed off the sill and slipped his arm around Annaleigh’s waist as he walked into the fancy flat.
“Nice digs, Belle,” he said, blue eyes flicking from one tastefully decorated room to the next. It was nice, but he didn’t see her anywhere in it.
Pinching her nails into his side, Annaleigh gave her frequent, if not exclusive, lover a mock glare. She was too happy with the new freedom she and Jonathan had to be truly vexed by any of Gabe’s little jibes, but she was never one to turn down an opportunity to sink her claws into him. “Thanks, we like it and I think it’ll make a helluva good party pad, yeah?”
“It will,” Alex agreed, ambling in behind his brother. “And there’s no time to break it in like the present, eh? How about a drink, Jonny boy?” He was used to Gabe and Awnie breaking off together, but Merlin he hoped Jon had decided to invite a couple other birds. No matter how much drink there was to be had, conversation was going to be stilted if two blokes were left to themselves while their siblings got it on in the next room.
“Name your poison,” Jonathan said, jerking his head towards the sidebar. They were fully stocked; anything they could want, the twins had bought on their last liquor store run.
Glancing up from the bottle of vodka, he looked over to where his sister was talking with his mate. “Leigh, Holly still coming?”
Collapsing into one of the zebra print chairs with an ungainly sprawl, Alex’s brows raised. “The Macmillan girl? Yes, do tell if she’ll be along soon.” He shot a look over to the man at the bar. “Unless you’re calling dibs there, mate? Wouldn’t blame you, she’s a nice piece. And plain firewhisky’s good for me. FUCK!”
Annaleigh just smirked as the older of the Pritchard boys jumped straight out of his chair, sheathing her wand with a pointed look. “Don’t call my Huffle a ‘piece’, you fucking arse, but yes, she’ll be here.”
Jon snickered at the look on Alex’s face. “That’d be like calling dibs on Leigh. No thanks.” Filling up a tumbler full of firewhiskey, he levitated it over to the older boy. “Cheers.”
Alex raised the glass in salute and took a deep swallow. Bloody harpy had always been quick with her wand. Probably one of the things Gabe found appealing. Fucking masochist. “Was a fucking compliment, Awnie. Relax.”
“I could always help you relax, Belle,” Gabe offered, both hands going to her hips to pull her to him. “I think I’ll fucking call ‘dibs’, even,” he added, grin flashing. Their bodies were pressed flush together which forestalled a hexing and enabled Gabe to fully enjoy the irritation that flashed across Annaleigh’s features.
Before she could sink her nails - or her teeth - in, Gabe released her, snatched Alex’s tumbler and knocked back a good portion of his drink. “I’ll have one of these, Jonny boy,” he called to Annaleigh’s twin.
“Not the fucking barkeep, Ash” Jon remarked with a raised brow. “Get it yourself.”
Grabbing the mostly empty glass, Annaleigh wandered over to refill it for Alex. “You don’t get to call fucking dibs,” she informed Gabe haughtily. “What if Holly brings someone I’d rather ‘relax’ with?”
She turned to her brother as she levitated the fresh glass of firewhisky to Alex, who’d yet to move from his sprawled position in the chair. “Did you end up selecting a companion for the evening, Jon, or are you in charge of finishing off all the alcohol?”
“We’ll see what comes along,” he said, pouring two tumblers for himself and his twin. There were women to be had at the club; he wouldn’t be coming home alone tonight.
Annaleigh just smirked. They were all young and out for a good time. If any of them didn’t get a bit of how’s your father that evening, it was a matter of choice.
There was a knock at the door then, and Alex sprung from his chair. “Don’t trouble yourselves, I’ve got it.” Pulling open the door with a flourish, he flashed a toothy grin at the sight of Awnie’s friend on the other side. Without waiting for her to speak, Alex greeted her loudly, “Welcome to the party, love,” before snaking an arm around her waist. A low dip and the press of his lips to hers followed in quick succession. As he righted the rather stunned looking young woman, he offered, “Terribly glad you could come.”
Holly’s brow rose as she found herself back on her feet after an impromptu snog. “Well, that’s a hell of a greeting,” she commented lightly, giving Alex a small smile. Glancing around him, she spied her friend. “Didn’t know the new place came with a welcome mat.”
“Neither did we,” Annaleigh deadpanned with a shake of her head. “The fucker just won’t leave. Feel free to abuse him all you want, he likes that sort of thing.”
“I really do,” Alex confirmed.
“Abuse, huh?” Holly said as she stepped past him into the flat. “We’ll see how benevolent I’m feeling later.”
As he watched her walk in front of him, Alex grinned at the shapely arse Holly had on her. “Can’t say I’d mind seeing how you feel right now.”
“Don’t press your luck, pretty boy,” the blonde replied, glancing over her shoulder at Alex. Turning away, she crossed the room to give her best friend a hug. “Show me the new place, Annaleigh. It looks great.”
“Thanks, Jon get most of the credit. He’s the one with the taste and the eye for composition. I just want things that feel good.” Without missing a beat, she turned to Gabe. “Shut up.”
Leading her only real girlfriend around through the flat, she asked, “How’re things with you? Your dad okay with you moving yet?” The girls shared similarly daughter-protective fathers. Annaleigh’s own daddy was still not thrilled she wasn’t under his watchful eye any longer.
Holly shrugged. “Da is Da. He’s still waiting for all of us to join a convent, but Mum’s pretty good at calming him down. They still have Rachael and Lottie at home, so it’s not quite as bad as it could’ve been.”
“What is with fathers and the convent idea?” Annaleigh laughed. “If Daddy had any idea how far too late he is for securing my chastity, he’d have a heart attack.” Still, though she was loathe to show it very often, she loved that her daddy still saw her as his little princess.
“Well, we’re actually Catholic, so the idea isn’t completely off the pitch,” the blonde said with an eye roll. “I just avoid the subject of men and dating around Da, just to be safe.”
“Oy!” Alex’s voice carried down the hall. “You two birds planning to come back to the party sometime tonight?”
“Why? Would you miss us terribly if we stayed back here to ourselves?” Holly called back, blue eyes alight with mirth as she glanced at her friend.
Glancing back at the other blokes, Alex said, too low for the girls to hear, “If they’re staying in Awnie’s room together, I vote we film it.”
Jon fixed the eldest Pritchard with a look, only the slight curl to his lip indicative of his distaste. “That’s fucking disgusting.”
Alex snorted. “You only say that because it’s your sister. Two different gorgeous birds? You’d be behind your camera, Cornfoot, and you know it.”
“How much do you want to bet they’re fantasizing about us having sex right now?” Holly murmured to Annaleigh.
“Fantasizing is for nancy fucks,” Gabe said, smirk curling his lips as he met Holly’s startled gaze when she turned around. He took a long pull of his highly toxic drink before adding, “the rest of us are about realities, darlin’. If we wanna see two birds fucking each other, then we go about doin’ it.” Gabe always had the urge to fuck with Huffle Holly, but she was Annaleigh’s best friend. He’d never get laid again if he pissed Holly off too much.
Dark blue eyes flicked to the object of his thoughts and lingered on Annaleigh’s long, bare legs. If he knew his Belle, there wasn’t anything beneath the tiny little dress and his mind paged through the many times he’d pushed the tiny hem up and those long, long legs wrapped around his waist. Gabe’s gaze flicked up to Annaleigh’s, his lips twitched and then he knocked the rest of his drink back for posterity’s sake. If he was going to have to play even a little bit nice, he was going to need more alcohol.
He was already ambling away when he said, “Come get fucked with the rest of us, doves.”
Shaking her head, Annaleigh tugged Holly along with her as they headed back to the boys. “Come on, Holly, let’s get fucked!” With liquor to start and men to finish.
“Literally or figuratively?” Holly mused under her breath. She knew Annaleigh, and she knew Gabe. For those two, it was most definitely literal.
“If it’s figurative, then there’s no fucking point,” Gabe pointed out as he poured himself another drink. “Sparkles?” he asked, holding up the bottle.
“Thank ye, princess,” Alex replied, holding up his glass. “Bringing back the women and drink. Knew you were useful for something.”
“For very little,” Jon commented with a wry smirk.
Depositing herself in Gabe’s lap, Annaleigh leaned close to his ear. “I think you’re good for plenty of things, but you might have to prove it again later.”
“Fucking slave driver,” Gabe mumbled, smirk curling his lips. Not that he minded. Annaleigh was his most favorite taskmaster.
Alex rolled his eyes at the cozy little display. “Holly, darlin’, come keep a bloke company, yeah? Distract me from princess and his playmate.”
“Only if you say ‘please,’” she commented lightly as she poured her own drink. Once she had her glass of vodka, she settled down on the sofa next to Alex.
“Give me the chance, love, and I’ll have you begging please.” Alex slipped an arm around her shoulders. “Trust me on that.”
“Are you worth the chance?” she asked, blue eyes flickering as she looked him up and down before settling on his face, one blonde brow quirked in question.
“What ya got to lose in finding out? I’m pretty certain I wouldn’t be stealing your cherry.”
“Oh? And what makes you so sure?”
The elder Pritchard laughed, sharing a grin with Jonathan. “Well, you’re Annaleigh’s friend, for starters. She’s not exactly shy about how much she likes a good shag. I think it’s safe to say Jonny boy and I are far too well acquainted with how much she likes it.”
Holly snorted. “Well, if that’s the criteria for not being a virgin, I guess we all miss the bar by a mile.”
“It’s true. I fall far short on the virgin scale.” He grinned. “All the better for the ladies.”
“That’s fucking debatable,” Gabe said, “but no one cares to dick around about it.” He tossed back the rest of his drink and looked around. “We’re fucking killjoys. No dancing. No fucking. No music.”
Dark blue eyes found Annaleigh’s. “Time to fucking go out. Nice place though, love. Classy.” He grinned. “Let’s go.”
“Bout fucking time,” Jon muttered. It was all well and good, watching them couple off. It was time to find his ‘piece.’
Annaleigh stood, raising a brow at the smack on her arse that came before Gabe rose from the sofa. “What are we in the mood for tonight? Jon, you want a quality piece from someplace like Incubus Dreams or a sure thing from someplace like The Viper’s Pit?”
“As if a sure thing isn’t to be had at both places,” he replied.
“The birds like to fuck Jonny Boy, and he likes to fuck the birds,” Gabe said. “Just fucking pick somewhere.” He was already itching to go. The alcohol was thrumming through him and he was bent on getting more in a place where the music pulsed with energy and fucking.
Jon flipped his friend two fingers. “Incubus Dreams.”
Alex rose from the sofa and offered a helping hand to the blonde beside him. “After you, love.”
“Thank you,” Holly said, taking his hand and allowing him to help her to her feet. He was different from her usual tastes, but he talked a big game, and looked to be a good time. Maybe she’d give him a chance.
“See you there, kiddies,” Annaleigh announced before pulling Gabe into a searing kiss and Apparating them away.
Shaking his head, Alex looked at the woman whose hand he still held. “Ostentatious, don’t you think?” he queried before the rest of them followed.
Authors: elle_lamb, kate_lamb & leigh_lamb
Date Set: 2030 (Alex is 19, everyone else is 18)
Rating: Teen
Summary: Jonathan & Annaleigh have a new party pad. They invite some friends to see it before heading out on the town.
It was with a satisfied air that Jonathan pulled out the last bottle of vodka and set it on the wooden sidebar. The penthouse he and Annaleigh had had their eye on, the one in St. Johns' Wood, was finally theirs. Sans Souci was nice, and it would always be home, but they had both been itching to move away from the watchful eyes of their parents.
There would be an official housewarming blowout later, with all their friends; Finn and Holly, some of the others from school- Kevin, maybe, if he could be pulled out of the emotional and broody cloud that constantly hung about his head. Tonight, though, was more low key.
Jonathan's lips twitched at the idea. Low key for them, at least.
Annaleigh sauntered into the living room, her skirt so short it was more like a cocktail napkin. Merlin willing, he would be out of eye and earshot whenever she and Pritch started going at it.
He was about to greet his sister when the doorbell rang. Josh was still at school, so unless the Aurors had already been called as a precautionary measure, it meant the Pritchards had arrived.
Flashing her brother a grin, Annaleigh quipped, “And so it begins,” as she crossed to the door. It was a little odd still, being out of the family home, but she was glad for the freedom. The first few nights after she and Jon had moved out, her parents had stopped in to check on them and make sure they were getting along alright, but after a few not-so-subtle hints Mum and Daddy had begun to ease off a bit. God willing they’d stay away tonight because she intended to get thoroughly pissed. It was likely that would be followed by getting thoroughly fucked. Not something she wanted Daddy walking in on.
As she pulled the door open, her smile widened. Alex and Gabe were always a good time.
“Come in, lads,” she said with a bow and a sweeping gesture of welcome. “The more the merrier.”
“So I’ve fucking heard,” Gabe smirked from his lean in the doorway. “In not only your sweet, dulcet tones, but whatsherface, or was it fucking whatshisface?” he asked. Annaleigh’s pointed, irritated look was familiar and Gabe grinned, pushed off the sill and slipped his arm around Annaleigh’s waist as he walked into the fancy flat.
“Nice digs, Belle,” he said, blue eyes flicking from one tastefully decorated room to the next. It was nice, but he didn’t see her anywhere in it.
Pinching her nails into his side, Annaleigh gave her frequent, if not exclusive, lover a mock glare. She was too happy with the new freedom she and Jonathan had to be truly vexed by any of Gabe’s little jibes, but she was never one to turn down an opportunity to sink her claws into him. “Thanks, we like it and I think it’ll make a helluva good party pad, yeah?”
“It will,” Alex agreed, ambling in behind his brother. “And there’s no time to break it in like the present, eh? How about a drink, Jonny boy?” He was used to Gabe and Awnie breaking off together, but Merlin he hoped Jon had decided to invite a couple other birds. No matter how much drink there was to be had, conversation was going to be stilted if two blokes were left to themselves while their siblings got it on in the next room.
“Name your poison,” Jonathan said, jerking his head towards the sidebar. They were fully stocked; anything they could want, the twins had bought on their last liquor store run.
Glancing up from the bottle of vodka, he looked over to where his sister was talking with his mate. “Leigh, Holly still coming?”
Collapsing into one of the zebra print chairs with an ungainly sprawl, Alex’s brows raised. “The Macmillan girl? Yes, do tell if she’ll be along soon.” He shot a look over to the man at the bar. “Unless you’re calling dibs there, mate? Wouldn’t blame you, she’s a nice piece. And plain firewhisky’s good for me. FUCK!”
Annaleigh just smirked as the older of the Pritchard boys jumped straight out of his chair, sheathing her wand with a pointed look. “Don’t call my Huffle a ‘piece’, you fucking arse, but yes, she’ll be here.”
Jon snickered at the look on Alex’s face. “That’d be like calling dibs on Leigh. No thanks.” Filling up a tumbler full of firewhiskey, he levitated it over to the older boy. “Cheers.”
Alex raised the glass in salute and took a deep swallow. Bloody harpy had always been quick with her wand. Probably one of the things Gabe found appealing. Fucking masochist. “Was a fucking compliment, Awnie. Relax.”
“I could always help you relax, Belle,” Gabe offered, both hands going to her hips to pull her to him. “I think I’ll fucking call ‘dibs’, even,” he added, grin flashing. Their bodies were pressed flush together which forestalled a hexing and enabled Gabe to fully enjoy the irritation that flashed across Annaleigh’s features.
Before she could sink her nails - or her teeth - in, Gabe released her, snatched Alex’s tumbler and knocked back a good portion of his drink. “I’ll have one of these, Jonny boy,” he called to Annaleigh’s twin.
“Not the fucking barkeep, Ash” Jon remarked with a raised brow. “Get it yourself.”
Grabbing the mostly empty glass, Annaleigh wandered over to refill it for Alex. “You don’t get to call fucking dibs,” she informed Gabe haughtily. “What if Holly brings someone I’d rather ‘relax’ with?”
She turned to her brother as she levitated the fresh glass of firewhisky to Alex, who’d yet to move from his sprawled position in the chair. “Did you end up selecting a companion for the evening, Jon, or are you in charge of finishing off all the alcohol?”
“We’ll see what comes along,” he said, pouring two tumblers for himself and his twin. There were women to be had at the club; he wouldn’t be coming home alone tonight.
Annaleigh just smirked. They were all young and out for a good time. If any of them didn’t get a bit of how’s your father that evening, it was a matter of choice.
There was a knock at the door then, and Alex sprung from his chair. “Don’t trouble yourselves, I’ve got it.” Pulling open the door with a flourish, he flashed a toothy grin at the sight of Awnie’s friend on the other side. Without waiting for her to speak, Alex greeted her loudly, “Welcome to the party, love,” before snaking an arm around her waist. A low dip and the press of his lips to hers followed in quick succession. As he righted the rather stunned looking young woman, he offered, “Terribly glad you could come.”
Holly’s brow rose as she found herself back on her feet after an impromptu snog. “Well, that’s a hell of a greeting,” she commented lightly, giving Alex a small smile. Glancing around him, she spied her friend. “Didn’t know the new place came with a welcome mat.”
“Neither did we,” Annaleigh deadpanned with a shake of her head. “The fucker just won’t leave. Feel free to abuse him all you want, he likes that sort of thing.”
“I really do,” Alex confirmed.
“Abuse, huh?” Holly said as she stepped past him into the flat. “We’ll see how benevolent I’m feeling later.”
As he watched her walk in front of him, Alex grinned at the shapely arse Holly had on her. “Can’t say I’d mind seeing how you feel right now.”
“Don’t press your luck, pretty boy,” the blonde replied, glancing over her shoulder at Alex. Turning away, she crossed the room to give her best friend a hug. “Show me the new place, Annaleigh. It looks great.”
“Thanks, Jon get most of the credit. He’s the one with the taste and the eye for composition. I just want things that feel good.” Without missing a beat, she turned to Gabe. “Shut up.”
Leading her only real girlfriend around through the flat, she asked, “How’re things with you? Your dad okay with you moving yet?” The girls shared similarly daughter-protective fathers. Annaleigh’s own daddy was still not thrilled she wasn’t under his watchful eye any longer.
Holly shrugged. “Da is Da. He’s still waiting for all of us to join a convent, but Mum’s pretty good at calming him down. They still have Rachael and Lottie at home, so it’s not quite as bad as it could’ve been.”
“What is with fathers and the convent idea?” Annaleigh laughed. “If Daddy had any idea how far too late he is for securing my chastity, he’d have a heart attack.” Still, though she was loathe to show it very often, she loved that her daddy still saw her as his little princess.
“Well, we’re actually Catholic, so the idea isn’t completely off the pitch,” the blonde said with an eye roll. “I just avoid the subject of men and dating around Da, just to be safe.”
“Oy!” Alex’s voice carried down the hall. “You two birds planning to come back to the party sometime tonight?”
“Why? Would you miss us terribly if we stayed back here to ourselves?” Holly called back, blue eyes alight with mirth as she glanced at her friend.
Glancing back at the other blokes, Alex said, too low for the girls to hear, “If they’re staying in Awnie’s room together, I vote we film it.”
Jon fixed the eldest Pritchard with a look, only the slight curl to his lip indicative of his distaste. “That’s fucking disgusting.”
Alex snorted. “You only say that because it’s your sister. Two different gorgeous birds? You’d be behind your camera, Cornfoot, and you know it.”
“How much do you want to bet they’re fantasizing about us having sex right now?” Holly murmured to Annaleigh.
“Fantasizing is for nancy fucks,” Gabe said, smirk curling his lips as he met Holly’s startled gaze when she turned around. He took a long pull of his highly toxic drink before adding, “the rest of us are about realities, darlin’. If we wanna see two birds fucking each other, then we go about doin’ it.” Gabe always had the urge to fuck with Huffle Holly, but she was Annaleigh’s best friend. He’d never get laid again if he pissed Holly off too much.
Dark blue eyes flicked to the object of his thoughts and lingered on Annaleigh’s long, bare legs. If he knew his Belle, there wasn’t anything beneath the tiny little dress and his mind paged through the many times he’d pushed the tiny hem up and those long, long legs wrapped around his waist. Gabe’s gaze flicked up to Annaleigh’s, his lips twitched and then he knocked the rest of his drink back for posterity’s sake. If he was going to have to play even a little bit nice, he was going to need more alcohol.
He was already ambling away when he said, “Come get fucked with the rest of us, doves.”
Shaking her head, Annaleigh tugged Holly along with her as they headed back to the boys. “Come on, Holly, let’s get fucked!” With liquor to start and men to finish.
“Literally or figuratively?” Holly mused under her breath. She knew Annaleigh, and she knew Gabe. For those two, it was most definitely literal.
“If it’s figurative, then there’s no fucking point,” Gabe pointed out as he poured himself another drink. “Sparkles?” he asked, holding up the bottle.
“Thank ye, princess,” Alex replied, holding up his glass. “Bringing back the women and drink. Knew you were useful for something.”
“For very little,” Jon commented with a wry smirk.
Depositing herself in Gabe’s lap, Annaleigh leaned close to his ear. “I think you’re good for plenty of things, but you might have to prove it again later.”
“Fucking slave driver,” Gabe mumbled, smirk curling his lips. Not that he minded. Annaleigh was his most favorite taskmaster.
Alex rolled his eyes at the cozy little display. “Holly, darlin’, come keep a bloke company, yeah? Distract me from princess and his playmate.”
“Only if you say ‘please,’” she commented lightly as she poured her own drink. Once she had her glass of vodka, she settled down on the sofa next to Alex.
“Give me the chance, love, and I’ll have you begging please.” Alex slipped an arm around her shoulders. “Trust me on that.”
“Are you worth the chance?” she asked, blue eyes flickering as she looked him up and down before settling on his face, one blonde brow quirked in question.
“What ya got to lose in finding out? I’m pretty certain I wouldn’t be stealing your cherry.”
“Oh? And what makes you so sure?”
The elder Pritchard laughed, sharing a grin with Jonathan. “Well, you’re Annaleigh’s friend, for starters. She’s not exactly shy about how much she likes a good shag. I think it’s safe to say Jonny boy and I are far too well acquainted with how much she likes it.”
Holly snorted. “Well, if that’s the criteria for not being a virgin, I guess we all miss the bar by a mile.”
“It’s true. I fall far short on the virgin scale.” He grinned. “All the better for the ladies.”
“That’s fucking debatable,” Gabe said, “but no one cares to dick around about it.” He tossed back the rest of his drink and looked around. “We’re fucking killjoys. No dancing. No fucking. No music.”
Dark blue eyes found Annaleigh’s. “Time to fucking go out. Nice place though, love. Classy.” He grinned. “Let’s go.”
“Bout fucking time,” Jon muttered. It was all well and good, watching them couple off. It was time to find his ‘piece.’
Annaleigh stood, raising a brow at the smack on her arse that came before Gabe rose from the sofa. “What are we in the mood for tonight? Jon, you want a quality piece from someplace like Incubus Dreams or a sure thing from someplace like The Viper’s Pit?”
“As if a sure thing isn’t to be had at both places,” he replied.
“The birds like to fuck Jonny Boy, and he likes to fuck the birds,” Gabe said. “Just fucking pick somewhere.” He was already itching to go. The alcohol was thrumming through him and he was bent on getting more in a place where the music pulsed with energy and fucking.
Jon flipped his friend two fingers. “Incubus Dreams.”
Alex rose from the sofa and offered a helping hand to the blonde beside him. “After you, love.”
“Thank you,” Holly said, taking his hand and allowing him to help her to her feet. He was different from her usual tastes, but he talked a big game, and looked to be a good time. Maybe she’d give him a chance.
“See you there, kiddies,” Annaleigh announced before pulling Gabe into a searing kiss and Apparating them away.
Shaking his head, Alex looked at the woman whose hand he still held. “Ostentatious, don’t you think?” he queried before the rest of them followed.