Abraham Grey
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Post by Abraham Grey on Jul 2, 2009 14:09:59 GMT 1
This was getting ridiculous. Abe didn’t even like Jacaranda. She was mean and bitchy and she could sometimes beat him at wizard’s chess, a game he only liked playing if he knew he was going to win, which didn’t matter most of the time as he was smarter than nearly everyone at Hogwarts, if only because the majority of them weren’t even legally adults yet. That and she’d slept with Silas instead of him, which Abe definitely wasn’t okay about.
That didn’t change the fact that he was still showing up at Scores hoping to see her so she could insult him some more and then maybe stick him to a table so he couldn’t escape while she fawned over Silas in all his handsome glory. At this rate he was going to be stuck watching all alone and pathetic while the two of them achieved domestic bliss, got married and had rich, ridiculously attractive Spawn of Satan babies.
Abe needed a distraction. Abe needed a drink. He made a beeline for the bar, elbowing one of the other patrons out of the way to get the bartender’s attention. Bachelors should get priority over married men in a strip club anyway, it was only fair as they already had their very own boobs at home, and Abe could see the pale strip of a removed wedding band on the man’s finger. Anybody who had a tan in Scotland in the middle of winter also deserved to be shunned.
”Firewhiskey, make it a double.” He said, leaning against the bar when there turned out to be a lack of stools for him to sit on. That married asshole had probably taken the last one, he’d probably stolen his wife from the clutches of another, more deserving, man too. Abe took the random and likely uncalled for hostility towards a total stranger as a sign that he was far too sober. Because obviously alcohol had a reputation of making people more rational.
As soon as the glass of whiskey was placed in front of him on the bar a stool next to him, the drunk who had been swaying unsteadily for aparently quite some time, if the line of empty shot glasses was anything to go by, stumbling off and mumbling something about using the little boys room. Abe took the opportunity to slide himself onto the stool, shooting one last sly glare at the married man. And if being blessed with a seat just as he was given his drink didn't bestow the virtues of alcohol he didn't know what did. [/font] |
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Post by Lilith Tippet on Jul 2, 2009 17:07:45 GMT 1
Today was the day, the time was right and the waitress at the front bar could only take so much. It was the day Lilith met her biological father. Most people would have been nervous or even excited but not Lilith. She got up around lunch time and did the normal wakeup routine of a shower and the putting on of makeup, her thoughts barely wandering to what her father would be like or whether he’d be happy to see her.
After the shower and makeup were out of the way the brunette had been tempted to torture the girl behind the bar some more but she supposed that sleeping with the girl’s boyfriend was enough. After all Lilith didn’t want to get kicked out of the Three Broomsticks, there was nowhere better in the run down village to stay.
As she came down the stairs and down into the main bar area the girl spotted the brunette and glared. Well more so looked as though she was about to burst into tears which made Lilith grin back as she strode through the bar to the door, fiendishly delighted at the girl’s suffering. The sudden change in temperature was a shock after being in such a warm place but it was soon forgotten in a shrug of a coat. Walking down the main street was still a total bore, there was no personality at all in the village but it was becoming tolerable for the girl, besides her father’s being here made it a lot more interesting.
Bah screw walking all the way there. With a loud crack Lilith disappeared from the mainstreet and re-appeared outside of the pub called the Hog’s Head, she hadn’t actually seen Scores yet so apparating to it was out of the question. As she neared the joint she saw it was still as sickly quaint as the rest of the town but different. There was an edge to it the girl couldn’t describe and it was drawing her to the place, probably a charm.
Curiosity thoroughly piqued the girl pushed her way through the main entrance into the warm strip club, she was not disappointed with the high class surroundings that greeted her. She took off her coat, revealing a dark long sleeved v-neck top that showed an ample amount of cleavage, left it with the front deskman and proceeded to the main area, just like Abe she made a beeline straight for the bar. Over her shoulder she looked some of the dancers up and down, her father had good taste in women and establishments that was for sure. So far he was doing well and she hadn’t even met the guy yet.
Surprisingly not one of the johns at the bar were shocked to see a woman there amongst them. Sure they looked twice but they must have all shrugged Lilith off as an employee, a fact that maybe she could have some fun with. The brunette’s gaze wandered over all the men seated on barstools until it settled on one in particular. Nice hair, nice face and expensive looking clothes, perfect. The girl settled herself next to Abe, leaning over and in his direction, making sure he got a good view.
”Buy me a drink, I’ll have what you’re having,” she said as softly as she could over the club’s pounding music, biting her lip and looking the man up and down. ”I’m Lilith and it is nice to meet you...” the girl introduced herself and trailed off, hinting at the man to introduce himself too but after he had gotten her a drink first of course.
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Abraham Grey
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Hufflepuff Head of House
Arithmancy Professor
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Post by Abraham Grey on Jul 3, 2009 12:04:32 GMT 1
One of the things Abe liked about Scores was that pretty much the only women he came across there also worked there. Sure it meant he always left alone, because he found that for some reason women didn’t want to date men that had practically drooled as they lecherously watched them undress. Not that he minded so much, Minerva had a thing about bringing women back to the school, especially strippers. He didn’t even think she’d be impressed by Swan the double jointed one who could put her legs behind her head, which, by the way, Abe was very impressed by.
That was why he was quite surprised when a woman approached and asked… No, demanded that he buy her a drink. Abe looked forlornly at his tumbler for a moment, he’d felt quite safe in ordering the most high quality firewhiskey that money could buy under the assumption that the only repeat purchase would go a way towards getting him rat-arsed. Abe knew her type, the kind of woman that had probably never paid for her own drink in her life. Not that he was going to resist, she was just the distraction he’d been looking for. Plus she was hot.
”You heard the lady,” He said with a nod, not bothering to check if the bartender had gone to fill the order, he was busy with her cleavage. When she leaned forwards like that he was fairly sure he got a glimpse of bra. ”Uhh,” He said, wrenching his eyes away from her breasts as she introduced herself, it wasn’t his fault! They were hypnotic! ”Professor Abraham Grey,” Abe managed then reluctantly added. ”Abe, pleasure to meat you.” Never before had he wished so desperately to see somebody dress in a Hogwarts uniform and call him ‘Professor’.
Abe retrieved his drink from the bar and knocked back a good two thirds of it in one gulp. While alcohol wouldn’t help him get through the conversation without coming off as a desperate pervert at least he might be drunk enough not to care. What did it matter if he said something stupid like ‘breasts’ entirely out of context, she would only scorn him and Jacaranda already did that all the time so he was practically immune. ”So what brings you to Scores?” He asked, making polite conversation so he could potentially increase the length of time he spent looking at her boobs. [/font] |
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Post by Lilith Tippet on Jul 9, 2009 16:30:04 GMT 1
Patiently Lilith waited for the man to stop staring at her chest area and answer her. He was handsome and liked what he saw, always a good sing. Already the girl could tell this man would be fun to tease, something she could never get enough of doing. It wasn’t long before the man signalled the bartender and a drink was sliding her way. The brunette nodded her head and smiled in thanks before downing the firewhiskey in one go. It was the expensive stuff too; another plus the man had earned himself. Now if he turned out to be good under the sheets he would be a rare near perfect, not that Lilith scored who she slept with. Who was she kidding? Hell yes she did.
The girl’s eyebrows rose when the man introduced himself. Professor, how she adored a man of authority. It brought back memories of her own school professors and how disappointingly easy the male variety had been, luckily the women had proved more of a challenge. ”Pleasure to meet you too Abe,” Lilith practically purred, looking him straight in the eye. The girl leaned closer to him next to the bar, one arm resting up against the wooden edge while the other brushed against the man’s thigh. As though reading his mind Lilith imagined a similar, uniformed scenario only he’d be the one dressing up for her.
”Oh you know the dancers, the men, the bar,” ’my father,’ Lilith answered cheerfully, leaving the matter of her father in the dark. ”I suppose I don’t really need to ask what brings you here, professor,” the brunette laughed, a flirty smile spread across her face. The whole polite conversation thing was boring Lilith fast. She stared at Abe’s face some more, waiting for him to make a move. As soon as he tried anything on her she’d won, if only he’d hurry up they could get to the after game celebrations. If all went to plan maybe father dearest could wait until tomorrow.
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Abraham Grey
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Hufflepuff Head of House
Arithmancy Professor
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Post by Abraham Grey on Jul 16, 2009 10:28:04 GMT 1
The way she said pleasure, voice like honey, or like butter melting over a piping hot baked potato with a little seasoning perhaps and a side salad slathered in a nice tangy dressing… Abe shook his head, clearing it of that food related train of thought and blinking a few times to stop his eyes from glazing over with desire. Perhaps he shouldn’t have skipped lunch, somehow sex and food had gotten very mixed up in his head and now he was fantasizing about Lilith dressed as a potato.
Luckily for him she leaned in, fingers brushing across his thigh in a way that helped remind him which particular fantasy was currently being fulfilled (and it wasn’t the one that involved salad dressing). Abe coughed, cheeks flushing a little as a hand went up to tug at his collar even though the first few buttons of his shirt were already undone and his tie was loosened so far the knot was practically at his navel. It might have something to do with Lilith saying she was here for the dancers, as if he wasn’t already having enough trouble concentrating on the conversation without the added distraction of lesbian erotic dancers.
”Well, it certainly isn’t for the men.” He said, laughing along with her, his gaze falling longingly on those full lips. He couldn’t… Could he? Experience… Well, Jac, taught him that trying anything uninvited ended in a slap possibly followed by getting stuck to a table with a particularly nasty sticking charm. Lilith had started talking to him though, and the way her hand traced tantalisingly over his thigh pretty much confirmed she was interested. Satisfied with his reasoning Abe lifted a hand to cup the back of her neck, fingers tangling in soft hair as he drew her closer and pressed their lips together. He would consider it a late Christmas present. To himself. [/font] |
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Post by Silas Rosier on Jul 16, 2009 16:09:23 GMT 1
Hmm.
Work.
Something which Silas generally attempted to avoid as often as possible, but it wasn’t like he had much of a choice these days. Hey, he could be responsible you know. Sometimes.
The workload always jumped around Christmas. Words like ‘Profitability’, ‘Stock’, ‘Restocking’, ‘Stock Checks’, ‘Sales Targets’, ‘Performance’, ‘Promotional Campaigns’, ‘Theme Nights’, ‘Customer Feedback’, and ‘Supplier Arrangements’ kept coming up, and that just covered the bar, let alone the dancers and other functions. Oh, and the manager seemed to want to hire some singer for two nights. That had to be looked into too.
Damnit, this was going to require more booze. Oh right, and the bartender had the Stock Reports, which were meant to be done by now. Might as well pick those up at the same time.
After dragging himself out of his office, Silas paced the familiar trek to the bar. Save for the distinctly Christmasy theme around the club, the scene was much the same as it always was. Silas had never really assigned much value to Christmas, unless that value was monetary.
Or, well, almost the same as usual.
By the looks of it a couple seated there had decided to start getting a little extra friendly. Or, a lot extra friendly depending on your definition. The bartender was keeping an eye on them out of the corner of her eye but making no move to interfere. Considering the kind of club it was, it was a bit pedantic for the staff to tell two people off for French kissing when right next to them a woman was rubbing against a pole and teasingy peeling off her clothing. Couples did tend to show up from time to time, so the girl should just be happy her boyfriend was giving her the attention instead of ogling what he’d paid to see.
“Mr. Rosier?” piped up the bartender, nodding in acknowledgement as Silas arrived.
“Yeah, Janna, Hi. La Coquette Black to ease my workload, and has Rickie filled out his half of the Stock Report I left with you yet?” Silas asked, not bothering to move out of earshot of the preoccupied couple.
The woman frowned disapprovingly. “Last I checked, no. Wait here and I’ll take a look. The fairy is where it always is, help yourself,” she replied quickly, putting down the glasses she had been cleaning and scurrying off into the back room.
Silas, apparently feeling far too lazy to just cross around the bar and get it himself, merely took out his wand and summoned the bottle of absinthe over while he waited. Rickie and his lack of productivity was going to be the death of him one day. Or Jac. Probably Jac. |
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Post by Lilith Tippet on Jul 25, 2009 12:54:22 GMT 1
It was now or never, if this Abe fellow didn’t act soon Lilith would be gone which would be disappointing to both him and her. The girl’s impatience and anticipation grew and became more and more apparent as she moistened her lips and eyed the man in front of her fervently. But soon enough it seemed she’d be getting what she wanted, in the end she always did. The girl welcomed Abe’s fingers intertwining with her brown hair and positively purred as his hand came to lie on the back of her neck. Lilith leant into it and let the man guide her head down so that their lips met.
With a soft moan of pleasure the girl kissed Abe back, her lips parting eagerly. So that she could deepen the kiss and signal for more, Lilith positioned herself so that she was straddling the man’s lap. Instinctively, as the two of them were joined at the mouth, she rolled her hips forward, putting pressure on all the right places of Abe’s lap. She made it clear that she knew how to use her tongue and body to drive a man wild. Her hands roamed up and down Abe’s back and eventually found their way up under his shirt. Fingers scraped themselves gently along the line of the man’s spine as Lilith’s lips moved from Abe’s mouth to the crook of his neck.
Just when things looked like they were going to take a turn for the awesome something got Lilith’s attention. She pulled away from Abe and slid off of his lap before turning to see who was connected to the thing that had distracted. It had been a name, the name of her father to be exact but as she hadn’t seen any photos of him the girl had no idea which one of the men at the bar was Silas. She was lucky though, it didn’t take her long at all to figure out that Silas was the man talking to the bartender. It had been easy really; he had the most expensive looking robes and was helping himself to the club’s alcohol without anyone so much as batting an eyelid.
Abe sitting forgotten Lilith adjusted her shirt and strode straight over to her father. ”Hello Silas Rosier, or should I say father? Whichever sounds best to you we’ll go with,” the girl drawled, a smug smirk across her face. ”I’m Lilith by the way, Lilith Tippet and if you haven’t gathered by now I’m your daughter.”
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Abraham Grey
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Post by Abraham Grey on Jul 27, 2009 17:20:02 GMT 1
The gamble paid off. More than paid off, the results of his tentative kiss were exquisite… Exotic… Erotic… At that point Abe’s mind just about ran out of words beginning with e to describe how well things were turning out. In fact his vocabulary pretty much reduced until he was only left with words made entirely of vowels. She was kissing him back, which was surprising enough, but then her lips parted and Abe wasn’t so out of practice that he couldn’t tell that meant she wanted more.
And then she straddled his lap and, Merlin, it was only that he had a hand free to grip onto the bar that stopped him from tipping backwards off the stool as he all too eagerly reciprocated the downward roll of her hips. He was beginning to think somebody had slipped a potion into his drink and this was all some delicious hallucination. Things like this just didn’t happen to him, he didn’t meet attractive women in strip clubs and if by some miracle something like that should happen they certainly didn’t straddle his lap and do things with their hands that was making him feel a little bit light-headed.
Somewhere in the back of his mind he registered a voice, one that he was pretty sure fell into the category of ‘people I know’. Perhaps he should stop making out like some horny teenager in the middle of a crowded club and talk to this person. Alternatively he could let Lilith keep working her mouth over his neck. Yes, he’d go with the second one thank you very much. Unfortunately the decision didn’t seem to bee up to him as she was off his lap so quickly it took Abe a few seconds to register what was happening.
He blinked owlishly, looking around to make sure he really hadn’t just snapped out of a hallucination and was reassured to see Lilith still standing near by. She was staring intently at Silas Rosier. Abe might have been more impressed with his ability to recognise the man’s voice even in a lust induced stupor if he hadn’t been silently cursing him for interrupting what had been very pleasurable proceedings. Clearing his throat and still looking rather flushed he trailed after Lilith like a slightly lost puppy, curiosity and jealousy in equal measures not allowing him to just cut his losses and go back to getting thoroughly drunk.
What he heard made him decide that drunk would be a very advantageous position to be in at that moment. ”D-daughter.” He stammered, looking with abject horror from Lilith to Silas and back again. Abe slapped a hand over his neck, wiping frantically at the spot Lilith’s lips had been covering just moments before. What if he had a hickey? A hickey from Silas’s fucking daughter! He was so beyond dead. Silas was going to castrate him and use the removed appendage to beat him to death.
”Fuck.” He grabbed at the bottle in Silas’s hand and took a long swig, not bothering to check what it was first or even consider that Silas might not want it taken. It wasn’t like the situation could be made any worse anyway. ”Fuckity fuck.” Abe lifted the bottle to peer at the label. Absinthe. Well it would definitely do the job of getting him drunk. If he was lucky he might pass out and maybe drown in a pool of his own vomit. Yeah, that would be good. [/font] |
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Post by Silas Rosier on Jul 28, 2009 10:23:09 GMT 1
Silas didn’t pay the couple any extra attention until the woman pulled herself off her boyfriends lap and started making a beeline right for him. He stopped drumming his fingers on the bar and watched her out of the corner of his eye as she approached. Ho hum, what was this going to be about? The look on the woman’s face was fiercely determined, which tended to correlate with complaints far more often than glowing reviews. Wasn’t there someone else to bug?
None the less, when she drew level Silas put on a pleasant look and turned to face her in acknowledgement. No point in starting things off on the wrong foot, and besides, she was hot. There was also a vague familiarity about her, but he ignored that for now. However, words that came out of her mouth were the absolute last ones that he had been expecting to hear. You know, ever.
‘I’m your daughter’.
“Wait, what?” he blurted.
No, really, what the hell? Surely he would have recalled hiring a hooker. Maybe- wait, no. He definitely hadn’t gotten drunk enough to forget hiring one either. Whose fault was this? It was probably Abe’s idea of a late Christmas gift, and considering the fact Nate had arrived recently, also Abe’s ‘brilliant’ idea of a joke.
Ha ha. Hilarious.
Hopefully dear Abraham was prepared to foot the cost for the call girl, because Silas wasn’t going to be held accountable for this. Even though he had never been one to shy away from exploring kinks, Daddy/Daughter was a new one, and he was fairly sure role-play and other fetish cost extra.
Silas was saved from putting his foot in his mouth by the arrival of the unlucky shlub she had been knacking on moments before. Silas glanced over at him and his thought process may as well have gone numb for a few seconds when he saw who it was. Fuck. That was Abe, wearing an expression of horror that Silas was pretty convinced he didn’t have the skill to fake.
“Hello Abe,” he said reflexively, voice quieter than usual and still looking a little shell-shocked as Abe spluttered out ”D-daughter” and started rubbing his neck like he’d just been bitten.
All of a sudden Abe made a dive for the bottle he was holding in his hand, and for once Silas was too preoccupied to chuck a fuss about it. Instead he merely watched dully as Abe tried to scull it like his life depended on it. That would have to be the first time he’d seen the man try anything other than firewhiskey and he was vaguely surprised Abe managed not to gag on the shockingly bitter black-liquorice flavour. It was a bit hard-hitting if you weren’t used to it.
His mind was slowly acclimatising to the fact that this may, in fact, not be some elaborate joke. “Tippet, is it?” he repeated, brows knitting slightly as he tried to remember where the fuck he knew that from. Yep, definitely a sense of familiarity about her, and the name was ringing a far, far larger bell than he would like it to. Kansas? Rebecca...
Holy fuck, how long ago had THAT been?
“Ah, yes. I remember your Mother.” Sort of. “Pleased to meet you.” Not really.
Regardless he held out his right hand for the customary handshake. It felt like his body was going through the automatic motions and words of greeting people but his brain wasn’t fully there yet. This wasn’t quite sinking in. Nate, well, there was no mistaking him anywhere, but this... Good fucking God two family members in the same fucking week? How in plu-perfect hell did that happen? There were enough questions flying through his mind to make his head swim.
Okay, fuck. He needed to start trying to make sense of all of this. “I see you’ve already met Abe. Did you come up here with your uncle? Because if so he didn’t tell me you were coming,” he asked, inclining his head a little to the left as he quickly ran through the possibilities of how the hell this woman might have ended up as his club.
Fine, he could play along for now. Then he was going to work out if she was actually who she said she was. He was half suspecting a trap and his brain was quite happily snapping onto Denial Mode. It was nicer there.
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Post by Lilith Tippet on Jul 29, 2009 12:55:11 GMT 1
While Silas worked through the shock he no doubt felt, Lilith gave the club a better look over. Her face had a look on it that could almost be described as a look of boredom. Well while her father tried to remember who the hell her mother was there were no reasons why she should look interested in him. Instead her gaze wandered over the lavishly and sophisticatedly fitted strip club. The place couldn’t be described as dingy by no means; it was more a gentleman’s club than a strip joint. Lilith approved. Her gaze wandered over Abe who had followed her, she half wanted to pick up where they left off but the arrival of Silas had kind of killed her interest in the professor.
”Yep, Tippet it is. My mother’s Rebecca, from Lawrence Kansas and I’m sure you can fill in the rest,” the girl drawled lazily, folding her arms across her chest. When Abe took the bottle of alcohol from Silas she finally regarded the other man, one eyebrow raised. It was tempting to snatch the bottle off of him and take a swig but Silas soon took her attention back to him once again. Lilith shook his hand as soon as he offered it and smirked at him. She smiled at Abe when he was mentioned but payed him no more heed.
”Wait, uncle? From what I found out he was dead. Judging by that question I’d say he’s not dead and no I didn’t come here with him,” Lilith answered with mild interest. So Nathaniel Rosier was alive and well and here in this Godforsaken village. She might have to look him up if that was the case, no harm in investigating anymore relatives that were about. ”Any way, I got curious about you since my mom always told me I was just like you so here I am,” the girl informed with a smug grin, still eyeing the absinthe Abe held in his hand.
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