RP: I like to move it, move it.
Date: December 21, 1999.
Characters: Hestia Jones, Adrian Pucey.
Location: Belladonna
Status: Public
Summary: Hestia is adventurous.
Completion: Complete
Hestia nodded to the beat of the music, some atrocious Muggle song encouraging people to 'move it, move it'. Bugger, this was a stupid idea. She wheeled around and headed for the door and then stopped herself. She was going out tonight. She was going to go out and have fun, dammit and not spend the rest of her life with books and ice cream and fuzzy pyjamas.
She tried not to look down at her breasts, which were very much on display in the top she was wearing. Her skirt was on the shorter side and she'd donned some sheer black stockings. This had been one of Percy's favourite outfits when they were dating and so she thought it might work to pull a bloke like Perce. Not too much like Perce. Hopefully without the addiction to work. But someone who was smart and funny and sexy and kind and appreciated big women with large bosoms and healthy appetites.
After fortifying herself at the bar with a few stiff drinks (Firewhiskey was awful straight), Hestia moved to the dance floor. She was a terrible dancer. After the ballroom dance lessons, she'd improved somewhat, but she didn't think anyone would be tangoing at the Belladonna. So she watched a younger witch for a few moments and then imitated her movements, hoping she didn't look like a fool - or worse, take someone's eye out.
Characters: Hestia Jones, Adrian Pucey.
Location: Belladonna
Status: Public
Summary: Hestia is adventurous.
Completion: Complete
Hestia nodded to the beat of the music, some atrocious Muggle song encouraging people to 'move it, move it'. Bugger, this was a stupid idea. She wheeled around and headed for the door and then stopped herself. She was going out tonight. She was going to go out and have fun, dammit and not spend the rest of her life with books and ice cream and fuzzy pyjamas.
She tried not to look down at her breasts, which were very much on display in the top she was wearing. Her skirt was on the shorter side and she'd donned some sheer black stockings. This had been one of Percy's favourite outfits when they were dating and so she thought it might work to pull a bloke like Perce. Not too much like Perce. Hopefully without the addiction to work. But someone who was smart and funny and sexy and kind and appreciated big women with large bosoms and healthy appetites.
After fortifying herself at the bar with a few stiff drinks (Firewhiskey was awful straight), Hestia moved to the dance floor. She was a terrible dancer. After the ballroom dance lessons, she'd improved somewhat, but she didn't think anyone would be tangoing at the Belladonna. So she watched a younger witch for a few moments and then imitated her movements, hoping she didn't look like a fool - or worse, take someone's eye out.