Afterglow (Delia)

Kenny shifted slightly, his mind foggy and his eyes closed. Slowly, he became aware of someone else's breathing beside him, the lumpy bed beneath his back, and his distinct lack of clothes. He opened his eyes. The room was dark, but that didn't mean much, as all the windows were covered. He had no idea what time it was.

He pushed himself up on his elbows and glanced to his left at the sleeping girl beside him. He could just make out the trail of bruises on her neck, and on her wrists where the handcuffs had chafed. His mouth was dry, and his head throbbed slightly, but it wasn't too bad. He'd certainly had worse. At least he could remember most of what happened before he fell asleep.

They'd moved upstairs to the bedroom eventually. He'd made good use of all the materials at hand, including the vodka apparently, much to his distaste. She hadn't been lying when she said she'd do anything. It was probably the most fun he'd had since starting university.

He slid out of bed and padded quietly around the room, collecting his clothes--well, most of them anyway. His shirt was still downstairs. He slipped his trousers on and snatched his wand from the floor, jamming it into his pocket, before turning as he heard the girl begin to stir. He didn't quite remember ever getting her name...not that it really mattered, he supposed. They'd likely never meet again.

Eyes opening slowly, Delia took in a deep breath, feeling the ache that came with a good night of fun. Her wrists hurt, although not badly nor the worst they've been, and she could feel the bruises around them. Turning a little to her side, she could feel other bruises around her body, all pointing to the fun she had the previous night.

Sitting up slowly, Delia glanced around the room. It was old and almost run down, not the best of places -- but not by far the worst. Still, there was a cover over her head and it wasn't like she was outdoors, which she'd done before. The feeling of grass had been ticklish and not too unpleasant, but she much prefered being indoors. Once she got back to school, she'd cast a few charms to prevent her bruises being seen, and lie about the ones she didn't or couldn't cover. Long sleeved stuff also helped.

"Hey," she called out, eyes darting to the male as he got changed. "That was fun." There was no undertone to her voice, no hinting for more; she was tired and, for once, didn't truly want more. She paused, tilting her head a little, not really bothered by the fact that she was start naked. "I never got your name."

[[OOC: Sorry, it's short.]]