RP: Payback doesn't have to be a bitch
Date: 17 August 1999
Characters: Millie Bulstrode, Stephen Cornfoot
Location: Utopia
Status: Semi-Public
Summary: Millie evens the score with Stephen
Completion: Incomplete
Millie had gotten a few hours sleep after Tracey left, but had a night shift Sunday night, so she needed to stay up late. She didn't think she could focus on studying, so she went out, grabbed a curry at 3B, and then ended up at Utopia. Part of her wanted to see if Stephen was hanging around again, part of her just wanted to avoid thinking about the conversation she had earlier with Tracey.
She saw Stephen on the far side of the bar as he'd been last time, and when she got her drink at the bar, told the person fixing her a very strong drink that was bright purple that she wanted to pay for his drinks, and gave a few extra galleons. She took her drink to a table in the back, sipping slowly. He'd either come over or he wouldn't but she wasn't going to aggravate him if he wasn't willing to talk to her. She exhalled hard, and tugged at the strap of her tank top. It was rather warm that evening, and she hated not having sleeves, much less showing this much cleavage, but she honestly didn't care. She wanted to be comfortable. Not like anyone would be looking.
Characters: Millie Bulstrode, Stephen Cornfoot
Location: Utopia
Status: Semi-Public
Summary: Millie evens the score with Stephen
Completion: Incomplete
Millie had gotten a few hours sleep after Tracey left, but had a night shift Sunday night, so she needed to stay up late. She didn't think she could focus on studying, so she went out, grabbed a curry at 3B, and then ended up at Utopia. Part of her wanted to see if Stephen was hanging around again, part of her just wanted to avoid thinking about the conversation she had earlier with Tracey.
She saw Stephen on the far side of the bar as he'd been last time, and when she got her drink at the bar, told the person fixing her a very strong drink that was bright purple that she wanted to pay for his drinks, and gave a few extra galleons. She took her drink to a table in the back, sipping slowly. He'd either come over or he wouldn't but she wasn't going to aggravate him if he wasn't willing to talk to her. She exhalled hard, and tugged at the strap of her tank top. It was rather warm that evening, and she hated not having sleeves, much less showing this much cleavage, but she honestly didn't care. She wanted to be comfortable. Not like anyone would be looking.