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[abraxas malfoy]

Abraxas appearance in the middle of the street was announced by a loud noise that told people around someone had just apparated, well, if there were anyone there aside from him that is. It was late and a week day, people didn't spent much of their time outside when there was work to do in the morning, he too should be in bed since he would have classes pretty early but well, this was Ab we are talking about and it's never too late to go out and enjoy a glass of whiskey, one is a great understatement since he never stopped before finishing the bottle. His grey eyes scanned the street, the only noise that could be heard was made by the lamps, that annoying little buzz that although usually people didn't notice, at this hour it seemed to be extremely loud and it was very easily starting to get on his nerves which made him start walking immediately to avoid it, since there were lamps for five more minutes, walking fast wouldn't make much difference.

Abraxas read the sign above the door 'The Pole', he really had no idea why he went there, watching strippers wasn't something that turned him on, well, they did but it wasn't something he needed, the reason to go there was just because it was the only place open during the week that was worth spending time while drinking a couple of fire whiskeys, there really was no point in going to the night club, most probably it would be completely empty or closed so, lacking ideas and the patience to think of another place to go, this would have to work for now. Pushing the door open he nodded to the security guard at the entrance in greeting and made his way directly towards the bar without looking around, his metabolism had been asking for alcohol for some hours and if it wasn't for the paper he had to finish he would have been here for some time already.

"Double Firewhiskey" He stated simply while taking several coins from his jeans pocket and placing them on the counter. The young Malfoy was wearing, aside from the jeans, a pink shirt and a white jacket, not many guys would feel comfortable in such colors but Ab made them look amazing, he couldn't care less if they were 'girl' colors, he made them work like few could and they look great on him. If there was something he gave a lot of importance, it was his looks, he loved to be the center of attentions, walking as everyone moved their heads in his direction, whispering to the person next to them how handsome he was, it was fun and entertaining at the same time. "Thanks" He claimed as the fire whiskey was placed on the counter, sitting on one of the benches he sipped his drink and placing it back down he started moving his finger along the border gently, his mind blank, hoping that something interesting happened so the night didn't become so boring.

Tag >> OPEN!

[arrabella avery]

Arrabella Fayne Selwyn-Avery II

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Give me two shots of whiskey,
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When Arrabella Avery thought of 'the Pole' her mind would immediately turn to desperate men and even more desperate women. Scum, most of them, she bargained. It was when she found herself pushing the door open and walking through with only one intention in her mind, that she kicked those thoughts to the curb. 'He'll be the death of me.' Her mind was leaked with poison, a poison that only one other kind of venom could cure.

The room was smokey, almost dank in a sense. The dark didn't give it much of a welcoming feel, but neither did the alcohol drenched floors and half naked women. The place was dirty and far beneath Miss Avery's usual customs. What had driven her here though, had been the ambition and fire to cause her fiance a great deal of hurt. The same kind of hurt she felt when she played nonchalantly along with, after finding her betrothed drenched in another girls sweat; which sadly enough, happened often.

The pole would be the perfect spot for her to spy a victim. Trash, all of the lot. But they were men none the less; and what kind of man would turn down a stiletto clad brunette stuffed in a red mini dress? Surely she could find some kind of pureblood filth here, or at least someone that wouldn't break her reputation to sharp edged shards.

It was the words of his own sister who made her break. Annabella Bletchley, confessing her brother Mikayle would never be a one woman man. Once, Arrabella believed him when he promised to remain faithful, but more often then that she found herself cowering away from the truth. It was her turn. She hated to play this game, but when the time called for it she would be there to run it's course. 'Now it's my time. I'll show him who he's messing with,' she thought, lividly.

As she made her way to the bar, Bella spied a familiar back. The blond hair and pink shirt sticking out from underneath a white jacked suggest that of a Malfoy; Abraxas. In all of seeing a familiar face, she was glad to have seen his. Though they had but talked a few times, she had always felt a certain spark towards him. She had always played it off as a friendly manner, but inside she knew it was something more then that. He wasn't her usual kind of suspect, but tonight he would do just fine.

"Fancy seeing you here, " She said in her silk as air voice, toying with a coy smile. "How have you been, Mr. Malfoy?"

And with that, she leaned into the bartender, taking a seat next to Abraxas.

"I'll have whatever it is you served this good man here! " She ordered, winking the slightest.[

The kill was; but the final question remained: would he fall for the bait?

[abraxas malfoy]

The glass became empty pretty quickly, to him it was like drinking water, it just didn't had the same effect on him as it did in the beginning, a whole bottle would make little difference in him, few people had seen him completely drunk, not only he needed a lot of alcohol for that to happen but he was also able to hide it very easily. Being who he was he could never act like a drunk idiot in front of others, that would ruin the image he managed to build all these years and people would stop respecting him and that could never happen, he was a Malfoy after all, he had to be feared and not made fun off, the last thing he wanted was to walk down a corridor with people slapping his back playfully and claiming something like "Wassup dude?!!You were sooo wasted last night!".

Pushing the glass he snapped his fingers to the waiter and waited for him to turn around, grab the bottle and pour some more whiskey inside it " Leave the bottle" he stated coldly without looking at the man, he had more than enough money to drink anything he liked for the entire night and they knew it, he was a regular client and a really good one for that matter, he didn't fight with anyone, wasn't rude to the strippers and the most important thing, he spent a lot of money. With the glass filled once again, he took it to his lips and poured a large portion down his throat, the slight burning sensation it left made the corner of his lips curl up slightly, that was his favorite taste and one that he couldn't spend a day without, some had already asked him if he had a drinking problem but he never saw it that way, in his mind he thought that if he wanted to stop, he could do it very easily, he just didn't want, not right now at least.

Several strippers made their usual dance around the pole, every now and then one would come up to him and ask if he wanted to spend a good time, most of them saying "Free of charge" but there was no way in hell he would put his cock inside any of those girls, he treasured his health way too much to risk it. A clacking sound caught his attention, turning his head to the side he notice a girl coming his way, from where he was he thought it was just another stripper but taking a better look he noticed this one was wearing a dress that didn't seem like something any of the girls in that bar could ever afford and she also had amazing good looks.

Abraxas turned his head to it's previous position and sipped his whiskey, he was curious about the reason a girl like that would be in such dirty place but he didn't show it, instead he acted as nothing was going on untill...she talked to him. With an eyebrow raised he recognized the girl right away, Arrabella, not only someone he knew for some time but also the bride-to-be of his good friend Mikayle. "Hello gorgeous." he greeted with a charming smile My future bride is a slut, I'm outside of the castle in the middle of the night getting drunk and I'm bored as hell...but aside from that, I've been great he replied before taking another sip of his drink "What about you?How have you been and more importantly...what brings you here?

[arrabella avery]

Arrabella Fayne Selwyn-Avery II

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Malfoy gave her an odd gaze before replying. Clearly he had been trying to cover the extensive amount of alcohol in his system, which was just the thing about Abraxas. In a way the smell of alcohol on his breath made her ache, just ever so slightly, as it reminded her of Mik. But it also swung her back to her cause, and brought her back onto the track where she needed to be.

He was the kind of boy normal girls would swoon after. In fact it wouldn't have come as a surprise if some had hidden shrines, enchanted to blend in with the rest of their belongings. Arrabella Avery however, had no hidden shrine or even an agenda to build one. No, it wasn't because he wasn't attractive or even that it was her way of playing coy. The truth was simply that she had grown quite fond of Mik and had originally aimed at being truthful until Anna had opened her over sized mouth and scared her away.

Abraxas blond hair was honeyed, not the normal amount of paled translucency that most of their ranks showed; but that was only what added to the attraction. Well, that and the fact that he could play pink off as coolly as a midwinter's night. There was some sort of scandalous vibe that hovered about him. Something suggesting he had come here before, but not to amuse himself with the entertainment. His mystery lingered, and the sound of his voice chimed as charmingly as his last name and the loose pounds in his pockets.

"Hello gorgeous." He had finally begun, "My future bride is a slut, I'm outside of the castle in the middle of the night getting drunk and I'm bored as hell...but aside from that, I've been great

[/i]", he replied before taking another sip of his drink "What about you?How have you been and more importantly...what brings you here?[/i]"

Arrabella Avery hadn't thought of her excuse. Here she was hypocritically calling the rest of the trash...or eh, people here scum, yet silently she had become one of them. Perhaps she could keep this coy, make him guess.

"Well I'm glad to see that someone else other then myself gets the stench vibe from your betrothed. She's truly dreadful,[/i]" Arrabella began to reply; mimicking the burn he took to his own fiance; laughing shyly, "But I? I'm doing well. However my cause for being in this dingy place well..."[/i] She had to think for a quick moment; and fast. "I'm here...on business of sorts. What about yourself, hansom?[/i]"

Proudly played, she let out a small wink turning towards the fire-whiskey that sat in front of her, taking a sip that nearly resembled a hefty shot. Oh, how she had missed the fire ice feeling the drink brought onto her. It used to have been that she carried alcohol with her where ever it was she went. But that was a while back, before she decided drinking played a rapturous part against her. It had certainly been a while since she induced herself into the rapid like coma she was aiming for tonight. Certainly, she could blame her loose behavior on the alcohol.

"When you finish up here, dear Abraxas, there is some place I would quite like to show you.[/i]" A small grin shown between her teeth, she finished the glass and ordered another.



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