Fuck my life (Gemini)

[Frankie Jameson]

Richie Jones was out of his mind. As in literally out of his mind. He'd smoked two joints, popped a X pill, and snorted some Charlie. His bloody 'uncle' was a real tosser. Finally, he was off tomorrow, which meant that he could be really damn blitzed. He intended to be chonged out of his mind until the following night where he'd have to sober up so that he could sleep it off and report to Tosser at 3am. Tosser just talked to him like he was a nuisance and an arse. Just because Richie didn't to bow down to the man in his personal life didn't mean he was a bad cursebreaker....or Auror...trainee. He did his job well, finished his studies and assignments, creamed his exams, and followed the rules. At least he did while in uniform and clocked in. As soon as he waved his wand at the log and signed out, they could ALL fuck him.

He'd sent an owl inviting Gemini to meet him at the Blue Lotus. Club-wise it was the best magical place to go, even if some women didn't like the show dancers. Richie could club when he was high. Dance with girls, check check. Watch girls dancing. Oh yeah.

Not only that but he'd connected with the lads and gotten stuff to move, so despite being at half pay he had enough money to make it through. If he didn't blow it all while fucked up, which was questionable, really. he didn't intend on doing any selling in the club because hee usually kept that to Muggle venues, where getting pinched led to a run followed by a stealthy apparition. If he got pinched in the magical world that was tougher to get away from, but most everything he sold was legal in the magical world. The legal things he'd offer someone to buy if anyone asked. He didn't have to be sly about it.

Nursing a smoking drink that was one of the specialties of the club, Richie watched the door for Gemini. He didn't look strung out, but once someone talked to him for a long time, it would be pretty obvious that he was a bit high. Or a lot high. He certainly would likely talk more than he usually did.

[Gemini Herst]

Gem had been in the shower after a nice practice and trip to a healer when the owl came tapping at her flat in France. Grabbing a towel, she opened her back window and took the message he had for her. The Blue Lotus with Richie? Well, last bar they went to had been a good time, she'd see him again. Sending the bird of, missing her old owl Cato a bit, she jumped back in the shower to finish off and then hopped out to get ready for the night.

Lets see, the busty blond was rather fond of corset tops, and that's exactly what she would be wearing. It got nice and warm in there if she kept drinking and dancing and with all the people so a real jacket wasn't needed. Leather pants and a pair of dangerous heels and she was more than ready to go. She looked herself over and noticed a couple things missing from what could and should be a devastatingly sexy look, her lips were plain and she had yet to put some sort of octopus jewelry on her. Fixing that up, she plumped her lips with the lip venom the old Slytherin always wore, and then made sure Lou was all taken care of.

"Watch the house, Lou." She said, ruffling his fur and making sure he was all set. Apparating to the spot, she walked through the doors and smirked her ruby lips at Richie as soon as her stormy blue eyes landed on him. She stopped by the bar real quick to grab a good strong drink and then sat down by him, "So what, needed a better busty, leggy blonde? There's plenty dancing now." That was a greeting, right? Worked for her at least.

[Frankie Jameson]

And there she was in all her blond, long-legged glory. Not to mention she was looking smoking. In a way that made him have twinges in his trousers. She was definitely a bit of stuff. That was for sure. And a cheeky one too. Challenging, strong women. All that much more fun in the end.

Of course, Richie was high, so he wasn't thinking the most chastely or concretely or intelligently.

"I prefer busty, leggy blonds that I actually know, who might actually want to talk to me or whatever," he said, voice even. "You don't have a problem with a place like this?"

He hadn't thought that she would be offended by it, but one never knew. He'd be willing to go somewhere else.

"Worried about competition for my attention?" he asked, allowing his blue eyes to flit over the dance floor and then the poles.

"So on to the pleasantries, yeah? How are you? HOw have you been? My life is in the bin, so don't bother to ask how I am."

[Gemini Herst]

Now, if Gemini had the slightest clue what Richie was thinking she would be having fun teasing the man right then and there. Yes she did flirt and no, she didn't always play fair. Rolling a shoulder that was still the tiniest bit stiff after practice that day, she looked Richie over briefly.

Well well, now she had two handsome Auror men taking her out from time to time. The beater wasn't blind, she knew the men she was hanging out with were quite attractive.

When she put her glass down, her gloss didn't leave a mark where her lips once were. Gemini didn't like leaving trails after all. Chuckling slightly, she glanced towards the dancefloor where people seemed to do more groping than dancing and then back to Richie, "No, never have had a problem with this place," And as for a little conversation... "Or whatever? Well what else did you have planned for us?" Challenge in her eyes, she wondered what he would say.

Had she known Richie was high, and already thinking things Gem may have decided against teasing him. Eh, probably not though.

"Now why would I be worried about that? I'm not wearing body glitter." She made a face at the thought of that particular product. Thank you Ekovia for scaring her for life. "Have you ever tried to wash that stuff off? Takes weeks. I'm sure I'm a little safer to be around." But only a little.

"Oh, pleasantries...Always forget those. Good, practice is good, I'm a target at games again but haven't fallen off my broom yet." That was a bonus in Gem's world. She took another drink before continuing, glad once more that she talked particularly fast. "Only one cracked rib so far, that was a nasty bruise when I got it fixed up." Subconsciously, left arm scooted a little closer to her ribs as if to guard them. "So, horrid time for you, any good stories for me at least? Perhaps why you're being so social?" After all, the first couple times she'd met up with him, the man was that puzzle she couldn't quite figure out.

[Frankie Jameson]

Well it was good she didn't have a problem with this place, because Richie really didn't want to leave. He was rather enjoying looking at the girls and especially the girl in front of him. His high was pleasant. This was a grand atmosphere for that. Blue lights, dark otherwise. Perfect for his choice in recreational drug.

"Yes, whatever," he replied, evenly, unblinkingly. "I don't plan, but I like to leave my options open."

There was really no end to his cheek or sarcasm. That was definitely the case when he was high.

"Body glitter. Bloody hell," he said, downing his drink. He really didn't need that mental image. Fucking body glitter? She hadn't just said that.

Whoa, she hadn't just asked that. Now all he could think of was trying to wash body glitter off of half naked women.What was WRONG with THAT?

"What's wrong with that?"

ANd surprise, the girl was talking about quidditch. Not that he didn't find her toughness hot, because he did. However, quidditch was so far from his mind since school ended.

"Well if you need a massage," he said, inclining his drink at her, then he replied, "I'm not being social. I'm watching half-naked women."

[Gemini Herst]

Oi. He was a harder one to get to open up most times. Sure, he wasn't quite as tight lipped as before, but surely that was because of a couple drinks or something. Hell, she was known to even get near a giggle if she had enough in her.

Nodding along with him, she kept a mental note that he didn't seem to enjoy the aspect of body glitter. Hm. So she didn't have to worry about being ditched for a dancer before the night was over? Not like she couldn't find her own company later. Hello stranger with the mysterious eyes...

What's wrong with washing off glitter? "It takes forever. I'll find it all over my things for weeks...Now unless you're helping me get rid of it, there's no way I'm putting it on." Not that she'd put it on just cause a guy asked. Gem wasn't fond of many cosmetics. Really, she just loved her lip venom, plumping and such a nice color to it.

Damn, her drink was already empty. With a swirling the last little swallow in the bottom of the glass she looked up at his offer. A massage? Well, she could always go for one of those. "I may have to take you up on that one, but for now I need another drink, you?" She waited for him to either tell her what he had or say he was fine before walking off towards the bar and leaning over all pretty in her top.

What's that? Free drinks for her? Well, wasn't that sweet of him...Flirting with the bartender always had its perks. Guys grabbing her arse did not. Delivering a swift elbow to the stranger's gut when she turned around she grinned pretty at him and issued a warning in a sickly sweet tone before returning to her previous spot with Richie. "Sorry, took a little longer than I thought." She shrugged, taking a drink out of her fresh glass.

[Frankie Jameson]

Woah, hold the phone. First she made a comment about body glitter, giving him the mental image of her with body glitter. Next she said that she wasn't going to put it on unless he helped her get rid of it. Erm, yes please? Hello, he was a bloke.

"Oh, I'd help you get rid of it all right," he replied.

Which just had his mind traveling further and further south. Weed made anything sexual seem so much more fucking fantastic. Hell, fucking was fantastic. Heh.

"Can always use another drink," he replied, holding up his empty, "Thanks for that. Firewhiskey, up."

He watched her move to the bar. Mmmmyeah. That was a nice bit of stuff. A nice bit indeed. Wooo, especially as she leaned over the bar. That was when a guy grabbed her arse. Richie was up in three seconds, but FUCK the girl took care of it herself. That was awesome.

"Bloody hell that was brilliant," he said, chuckling, "I got up to help, but you didn't need it."

He accepted the drink from her, "Slainte," he toasted before he put back half of it. That burn felt so fucking good while high. "So what is that you're drinking? And when do you want to collect on the massage?"

[Gemini Herst]

Ah, now this was fun for her. Getting a bloke going like this, especially when it was somebody like Richie. Seriously, he had seemed so hard to get a reaction out of before. Right now, she was just going to leave it up to good company and a couple drinks. Gem really didn't know him well enough to know that he was under the influence.

"Sure you're up for that? Could take awhile. Rather hard to get off." Lifting her glass to her lips, she smirked over the rim at him.

Alright, a firewhiskey for him, and...Actually, that sounded good. She had been drinking and old fashioned, but she did so love her firewhiskey as well. When she got back, she was pleasantly surprised to be greeted by Richie's chuckling and...Praise?

"Oui, he said next round's on him in fact...And the bartender was so nice, these were free." Oh yes, she definitely knew her way around. The day this place got a female bartender she'd have to pull different tricks or hope she was a Falcons fan...And nope, she definitely didn't need the help This guy had stayed back so far. Although, she had been over her head on other occasions.

She lifted her glass in his quick toast before tending to her own drink. "Same as you now, was an old fashioned though. And perhaps tonight, I'm rather stiff."

[Frankie Jameson]

Richie gave the girl a small smile, which was usually all most people got out of him. This flirtatious thing was really working out. He usually did better whenever he was a bit chonged. Go figure. It made him say more than a few words although he was still characterized as being quiet.

"I don't have any problems taking awhile. You are going to be naked during this?" he asked, straight-faced.

He raised his Firewhisky again and took a long gulp. Those were going down far far too easily. It was a good thing he had a good tolerance. It was the Irish blood. Much more hearty than the English blood.

"Bloody brilliant. Some bloke tries to play grab arse with you, and I get the bloody free drink." He gave a small, amused chuckle, and then gave the bloke a saccharine wave.

She had been drinking an old fashioned? Interesting. Rather a strange drink. He never would have guessed, but he'd remember it in case he needed the information for later. All his thoughts of remembering things went out the window whenever she said that maybe she'd let him give her a massage that night. Then said that she was stiff.

"Well I think I know a thing or two to loosen you up," he said. "More than just a massage."

Was he being purposefully cryptic, yes. Was he talking about something sexual? Yes, he was. However, he was also talking about the joint he had in his box of fags. Maybe she'd want to share one with him. He'd see her reaction and then maybe go there. Afterall, he didn't know her that well. Even if he was talking about sexual things with her. He was a bit chonged and he was male. It was nearly to be expected.

[Gemini Herst]

Was that a smile from Richie? An actually visible smile? The smirk on her ruby red lips widened when she realized this. Well alright, she'd take that one.

"Richie, I want it all off. Can't be intimidating if I'm sparkling," Not like those bloody vampires in those stupid books all the Muggle girls were reading. Seriously came close to kicking the teen girls out of her class if they brought up that little fair thing Edward one more time. "So yes."

Drinking down hers, it vanishing a little too soon for her liking, she raised two fingers to correct him. "Actually, bartender gave us a treat for this round. So it's more like two free drinks." Ah the perks of running into drunk guys with their drunken motives. She got to get out a little of her pent up energy and a free drink. Cheers to that one.

"Mmmm," She sighed, then glanced down at her nearing empty drink. She'd have to collect on her free round from the handsy guy soon. "Tell me, could definitely use that." Sure, her line of work wasn't nearly as stressful as his, she was sure, but that didn't mean she didn't have her fair share of injuries and stressful situations. Loose definitely sounded good at the moment. Drugs though? Well, she wasn't any angel back in school. That much hadn't changed.

[Frankie Jameson]

Holy MOTHER FUCK. The lass was going to get naked for him and let him help take sticky glitter off her body. He could feel stirrings in his trousers at the thought of that. Quickly he thought about quidditch and was then fucked with that. Quidditch made him think of her. Shite!

"But you are intimidating while sparkling while naked? Or are you not concerned with appearing intimidating for me?" He asked, quirking a brow.

Richie downed the rest of his drink as Gem explained that this round was free. Fuck, he needed to go out with her more often. It was either her looks or her...celebrity. Not that he gave a shit what she did. If she enjoyed it, then grand. He saw such an occupation as rather self-indulgent. His lifestyle was at once slightly self-indulgent in the use of alcohol and recreational drugs, but not self-indulgent at the same time. He didn't view it as self-indulgent anyway.

"Well then, another free round for me. Then you'd been go get sparkly," he said, the corners of his lips turning up again. "Tell you?"

He appeared to think about it, pausing for a long long time.

"All right then, want to go grab drink and then smoke a joint with me outside, and THEN you can go get sparkly and we'll see where things go?"

[Gemini Herst]

She looked at him for a moment, her eyes darting over his facial features as if looking for something. Searching. But the more that the woman looked, the more it became very very clear to her. "I don't think I could ever intimidate you. Impress though, that one I'm willing to bet I can." After all, there had been many to admire her figure. She had more muscle than most women and still had a pretty feminine figure.

Well, Richie was done, and she finished her drink off too before turning around to the man that owed her a drink. She gave him a wave and a wink before holding up her hand with two fingers in the air. Well, he looked less than cheery when he sent the drinks their way.

"Drinks on the grabber, all in all a good night." Gem didn't indulge in this too often. It wasn't common at all actually for her to flaunt her looks, her position on a team, or accept drinks from guys on the chance that they tried to pay for hers.

And then there was a rather long pause. Did he think her a prude or something, cause really he shouldn't. She smirked, "One condition." She gave him the long serious look then. "I'm not getting sparkly for nothing." She smirked, her motive dancing in her eyes. Hmm. Perhaps she should phone somebody to check in on Lou for her in case she didn't make it back to France tonight...

[Frankie Jameson]

Richie liked to believe himself to be very good at reading people and that included women. Gem was a bit different than most, but he was fairly certain that she was into him. Perhaps once he showed off a few of his scars and his tattoos, he could be positive. With her demeanor, he figured she'd like that. He was rough. He was from the wrong side of the tracks as the Muggle expression went. She was from the right side of them but liked to play as if she was from the wrong side. That was grand because then she got to go back to her right side flat or wherever she lived.

"I'll concede on the impressing," he said, evenly, "Let's just see how many areas you can impress me in. That will be the real challenge."

Of course the mention of the word challenge was such an appropriate choice for him given what he knew about her. He didn't say anything without consideration...most of the time.

"Cheers to the grabber. May we make him quite jealous," he said. That's right, the lass certainly wasn't going hom with that bloke. So far, Richie was far ahead of him.

"One condition? Ohhh ah ha, I see. Well then, just know that if you get me sparkly, I'll need some help getting it off as well, and I don't mean help of the magical variety."

HOLY FUCK. He might be getting LAID. What was with his luck lately?

"I have a condition of my own, we sparkle and desparkle at your place. Mine's a pit to be honest, bloke and all."

That was an understatement that had nothing to do with him being a bloke. His flat was a pit because it was a pit and it was all he could afford. Not to mention with his house, it wasn't exactly easy to clean up all the time. And cleaning up didn't really do anything. That was the kicker. He could clean and clean but it wouldn't make a fucking difference. If he had someone to help, he likely could have altered the inside of it at least, with magic, but he didn't really know anyone who knew those sorts of spells. It took powerful magic to accomplish those things. Magic far beyond Hogwarts tutelage.

With that he stood up and gestured for her to go first. As soon as they were outside, he pulled out his fags and lit one, then he pulled out the joint and offered her the cigarette. At the least, she could hold it while he lit the joint. Using his wand he lit the thick joint as he pulled on it, getting a good hit. Then he held it out to her to swap back. A fag and a joint. One intensified the other, and Richie was all about getting his money's worth.

"You know what's good about a joint?" he asked, obviously not really expecting an answer. "They make sparkling and desparkling so much more fucking enjoyable."

Like right now, he was feeling rather pleased down south even if there was no signs of uncomfortable and hard...to explain...phenomenon in his jeans. At least not yet. Those familiar twinges were there, though. Not to mention he'd all but forgotten his predicament.

[Gemini Herst]

Gem did grow up with a silver spoon in her mouth, and a list of expectations thanks to being born first. She'd run away to Paris though when she was young and lived on her own for a bit till she found her family. That was a summer she could never forget. So yes, the stormy eyed girl lived a cozy life, but it was filled with fake people. Richie had her interest. Far more than the other man, Rick, that had been entertaining her. Perhaps it was because he made her work to figure him out. Because flattery didn't come quite as easy. Because he was one puzzle she could stay up all night trying to figure out. Right now, staying up all night working on him sounded fantastic. What? She had needs too.

"Ah, a challenge...One of my many weaknesses." She'd never admit to him that poetry and jazz music were some of her others. Nope. She still had that ego of hers, which was a definite weakness at points.

"I believe that's on you." Man wouldn't be jealous of a bloke that didn't seem interested. Although with the smiles and what they were talking about...yeah. Be jealous grabber.

She allowed her smirk to morph into a sort of grin. Still more smirk than smile though. "Oh don't worry, I'll take care of you. May take awhile," She said, circling the rim of her glass with her finger as she spoke.

Lovely, she might just get laid tonight. Though women usually held the cards in this sort of thing, she wasn't sure actually. Richie might just have the power though. Perhaps that was why she was interested in him. He challenged her, so many others just let her get off on her looks or her status. Not him.

Draining her glass, her cheeks were just starting to get the tiniest bit pink. Gem could hold her liquor, hell, she'd grown up with a mother that was rarely seen without a glass in her hand. Not an alcoholic or anything though.

"My place works fine...Besides, best not have your place looking like a pixie exploded." Although she was sure she'd be doing plenty of cleaning afterwards. Nope, no maid. She had two modest flats with nothing too fancy in them. One bedroom, one kitchen, one bathroom and one living room to both along with a decent sized yard. Although, coming from an estate, that did seem very modest and simple to her. She was a bit naive on how bad a person's living arrangements could really be.

She followed him out the door and grabbed the lit cigarette and took a drag from that before swapping with him and trying to make circles with the smoke she puffed out. Used to be pretty good at that, but right now she wasn't getting it most times. Looking up at him when he talked, she laughed. An honest laugh, no chuckle about it.

"Oui," She was tempted to toss in and the sleep even sweeter, but sleep was very far from her mind right now. There was a nagging thought at the back of her head. Would he leave in the night? She expected it, and didn't let it bother her. Or well, didn't let herself realize she'd be bothered. "Have to agree with you there." She turned her eyes to the night sky, attempting smoke rings once again, this time doing a touch better than before.

[Frankie Jameson]

The other bloke being jealous was what she was worried about and what was on him? Well she was over talking to him and not the other bloke, so he should already be jealous. It didn't take that much to make a bloke jealous. Bloke had gotten it for grabbing her arse and then she had gone and sat down with him.

"If you want me to work harder you can just say so. Don't blame it on trying to make a bloke jealous, because you know that bloke is already jealous as well as I do. It doesn't take that much."

He took another gulp of his drink. He wasn't a complete idiot. He was a bloke; he knew a thing or two about blokes.

"I don't run on promises," he replied cheekily about her telling him not to worry. He wasn't really worried, but why let her think he was simple.

As soon as they were outside, Richie was feeling even better. He was a bit more talkative (and a bit more brazen and sarcastic as hard as that was to believe) than he would have been in other circumstances. It was grand.

"Well pixies are allowed to explode at my flat, just not that sort," he replied, thinking about orgasmic sorts of exploding from pixy-like women. He didn't want fairy dust all over his flat. He wanted to clean her and have her clean him, not clean his flat.

"And the lass agrees with me," he said, as if in shock, nearly throwing up his arms in mock surprise, but he didn't. Instead he took another hit off the joint, watching her smoke rings float through the air. Well they were more like smoke....somethings...but they were getting better. "Some nice tongue work there."

He took his cigarette back from her and passed her the joint, then blew out a few smoke circles of his own, in a completely cheeky manner. What, he had some nice tongue work too.

[Gemini Herst]

Okay, so perhaps she was a little naive about a few things. One thing being how simple it was to make a man jealous. So glancing back at the man, she shrugged her shoulders before turning back to Richie. He really was intriguing to her. What other man treated her this way? Rick seemed to have fun with her, but she had a feeling her looks could get her pretty far.

"Not a promise. An assurance. Promises can be broken after all," She said as they stepped outside. Oh the lovely fresh air, well, sort of. Rubbing her arms after being greeted by the cold night air, she looked back to Richie. Was he still taller than her? She was a rather tall girl, five eleven without heels.

Chuckling along with him, she shook her head at him. "Ah, so I'm the only one not allowed back to your place? Not even if I clean up in pretty maid outfit? I'm already French." She teased, and continued the swap with him. Each time she worked on the smoke rings. Eventually she figured got back into the groove and smirked at him when he went off and showed her up.

"You're better than me," She pointed out. "But I'm guessing...More experience?" Although he was younger than she was. She could tell that much even if he didn't act young. She was twenty three, and he was...Well, she actually didn't know that one.

[Frankie Jameson]

Richie raised an eyebrow at her. Seriously, assurances versus promises? She had to be kidding.

"And an assurance cannot be broken?" Was that public knowledge? It meant no sense, it couldn't. It was amazingly rational considering how blitzed he was. And he was getting even more blitzed. And he was with a hot woman.

Grand!

"No, just not pixies," he replied and then he realized that his entire line from earlier made no sense. Which made what he was saying now not make sense. "Sorry I'm chonged. I started before you got here with that and some stuff," he confessed, although not in a manner or tone that was anyway confession-like.

"You have a maid outfit?"

So he'd caught that. Of course. He wasn't THAT gone. "Perhaps, as to the other, perhaps I'll be able to tell you later."

Perhaps she had more experience, perhaps she didn't. But, he wouldn't mind finding out either. He took one more long hit and then said, "All right, go get glittered up or were you intending on doing that at your place."

He had thought she was going to get glittered by dancing with glittered girls in the pub, but whatever really worked. He was high so he'd enjoy it anyway.

[Gemini Herst]

Shrugging, she tried to make sense of what she said, because she'd even confused herself on that one a little. "I guess I just like the sound of it. Promise sounds too little kid chasing fairy tales...The other just seems more mature and solid to me. I suppose their the same..." Her voice trailed off towards the end, as if she'd gotten bored with what it was she was saying.

Then it was his turn not to make any sense. At least...Oh. So that was why he seemed a little less stiff. Again she couldn't stop from just laughing when he caught on to that one interesting bit. Maid outfit? "Old Halloween costume, I doubt it's up to code for actual maids." She finished  before sliding away from their spot.

It took a lot of will power to keep going after his prompting. She didn't like doing things that people told her to do. All in all a very silly and juvenal reaction, so she tried to push past that as she grinned her impish grin at him, "Don't you want to watch?" Before slipping through the doors and making her way over towards one of the lovely ladies.

This wasn't the first time she'd jumped up with them after all, so the red head she danced against wasn't surprised in the least at her actions.   

[Frankie Jameson]

Ima continue this in the MF, bc I can't promise Richie's thoughts won't go to the gutter.