Meet-Ups (Briella & Nero)

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While Briella finished another day of work, another day of gleeful working with diplomats (let it be known even if Briella loved no one truly, she did love her job), she pulled her hair out of its ponytail and considered what to do at night. Had this been six months ago, she would have owl'd Kenneth to see if he had any ideas for a rendezvous. However, their short-lived affair was just that once she discovered the truth of her birth. She didn't care too much about the blood status of her sexual partners - but for a moment there, she'd almost caught deeper affections for Kenneth. Being in a committed position with a filth-monger just would not do.

So terminating their relationship, short lived as it may have been, was done swiftly.

Of course it hadn't been six months since she'd indulged in the pleasures of the flesh. Just the idea made her laugh as she spelled her door locked, closed her blinds on both the window overlooking the streets and the ones that allowed others to look into her office. She conjured from her purse her shrunk bag of clothing to change into, and fixed the creases and wrinkles as she thought of her dalliances. Briella did enjoy things besides sex; just not dating per se. It felt like a waste of her time when she'd yet to meet anyone worthwhile. There had been Cecilia Everworth, a lovely matured half-blood with a wicked smile and clever lips, but she had been married and unwilling to entertain the idea of more. Kenneth, of course as a muggleborn that would never do for her future. But since, she'd met no partner she'd enjoyed even remotely more than a conversation or two.

Once she finished fixing her outfit, she'd created a mental list of things she needed to do. She needed to look into the pet clause in her contract with her apartment, she wanted to buy a nice little dog to keep her company since she was getting irritated by the silence of her apartment, and needed to do some grocery shopping. However as it was Friday, she didn't see much reason to do anything but enjoy the night in a booze-filled haze and a nice body to keep her warm. In a few days, she'd visit her father with a nice little meal, and then her grandparents on her fathers side in France. For them she'd have gifts and updates on her career, such as her small bonuses for all the Embassy work she'd been doing. Although Cassana Brennham seemed to multiply like an effing rabbit, as Head Potioneer Ambassador she was damned good at her job and her sunny outlook on life was genuine. Briella had even received a post card from the sweet woman - though she was, she shouldn't have been shocked to count five children in the picture. One of which was a baby.

Cassana had invited her over to spend some time with her and her family and celebrate and American holiday, but it seemed pointless to Briella - not to mention irritating. She didn't feel like wasting her time pretending to care. Life alone was lonely, but sweet and filled with the ability to not have to worry about anyone but herself. As she slid into her tight little black dress the accentuated the curvature of her hip that was a perfect hour glass, popped the lovely meat of her breasts up in an enticing way, and pressed her feet into the white heels that made her backside particularly enticing she chose the White Wyvern for a meal and the first stop for her nightly adventure.

After apparating there, and fighting the urge to vomit, she found a pleasant spot at the bar. As she leaned forward and flirted shamelessly with the flustered bartender who gave her the drink (on the house), she scanned over the crowd. Young witches and wizards were mingling pleasantly, some of the wizards barely qualified for young really telling by the scars and age wrinkles on their face. She finally landed on a handsome, magnetic man with brown hair and tan skin, a light stubble, and the air of someone who matched her own energy perfectly. She waited until their eyes met before smiling sultrily and lifting her glass of whisky to him.

Come over here, she silently bade him as she sipped her drink, waiting for him to following her unspoken command.

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The White Wyvern was not a place many big shots such as Nero Whitehorn would go. The reputation of Knockturn Alley was better than it once had been, but it was still not considered a good place to be. Which was precisely why Nero was here that day. After the launch of his latest product, Nero needed some down time. A girl, or three, and plenty of Jack on the rocks to get him through it.

Nero had been in the bar for about half an hour, drinking by himself and taking in the sights the pub had to offer. Thus far he'd only seen one woman of interest, but the sight of a hand on her backside, and the size of the man who owned said hand had made Nero avert his gaze. He may be rich and famous, but he was not a fighter, and he certainly did not want his face being reshaped by an oversized man with more than a few tattoos and the look that said stay clear.

Downing his drink, and giving a small wince at the taste of too much of the liquor in one hit, Nero got to his feet in time to see the new arrival at the bar. Sliding to the opposite side of the bar, Nero got himself another drink, assessing the situation as the woman got given a drink by the bar tender (on the house, if Nero wasn't mistaken). His eyes averted for a moment - staring at women was never a good thing to do, you had to pace yourself, not seem weird. So, after a few minutes, Nero looked across the bar, to find the woman he'd been looking at looking back at him. He offered her a smile in return for hers, and raised his own drink in response to her.

The cue was obvious for Nero, and he held up one finger in the universal sign of 'give me a moment'. Picking up his glass, Nero moved from the crowd of people - not rushing to seem too eager, but not so slow to not look interested. As he finally got closer - depositing his glass on the bar, and leaning against it casually. The witch before him was much more beautiful than he could have wagered from the other side of the bar, and that meant only good could come from this situation.

"Hey," Nero greeted the witch, keeping it informal, down to earth. "I'm Nero Whitehorn, and you... are the most beautiful woman in this room." He praised, taking her hand carefully and raising it to his lips. Nero kissed her knuckles, not bothering to hide the wolfish grin on his features. "I'd offer you a drink, but the bar tender beat me to it." He added as a joke.

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