I don't like the drugs [Faolan]

[MAHARET AVIE ROSIER]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 440px; height: 600px; background-image: url(http://flisted.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/08/kate_upton_jeans_skirt_hot_2.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius:100px 100px 100px 100px; border: 3px solid #ffffff;] but the drugs like me Just because one thing had fell through didn’t mean that Maharet was going to give up on other things that she was working on, especially since one had been the direct cause of her loosing the other. Surprisingly, Maggie didn’t hold any hard feeling to Faolan for what had happened with Hector. It wasn’t as though it had been his fault. No, the fault lay solely with Sierra- something that Maharet hopped to teach the girl a good lesson for when the time was right. First was first though, Hector. Besides there was a chance, if everything went smoothly, that she wouldn’t have to ask favour at all in Sierra’s case. After all had she not disobeyed Faolan? Not only that but disrespected him also leaving that awful gash on him for Maharet to take his mind off of? She would be reminding him of that when it was most opportune for her. Now wasn’t the time however, and it certainly hadn’t been the reason that she had asked him to come to The Hog’s Head that evening. No, Maharet had given the impression that she wanted to apologize to him- false impression mind you. She wondered if it would even cross Faolan’s mind, or if he knew for that matter that Ana, Zmeyette’s mother was the fine owner of this particular establishment. Maggie could only hope that it wouldn’t, or that if it did he would merely think that she wanted a more private location. He would know that apologies, genuine ones, for her wasn’t the easiest thing. Maharet was very prideful after all. Hopefully Fenrir would be around as well. Maharet didn’t know his schedule, not that anyone did, but she also hadn’t told him to be there at any specific time. Or that he would get there too soon either. Entering the pub Maharet had made sure to look extra delectable for Foalan’s viewing pleasure. The shirt she wore hugging her voluptuous curves, and her shorts short enough for her silky smooth legs to incite- both of which were covered up by the heavy winter coat that she had shrugged into before leaving the castle. Making her way over to the bar Maggie flashed the bartender who was working that night a seductive smile shrugging out of the coat to hang it on the back of the bar stool and ordered two bottles of Firewhiskey wanting to set things up before Faolan got there. She didn’t like the drink as much as other’s but it was something that the majority did and figured that he would drink it without a problem. Once they arrived Maharet took the pill out of her pocket and dropped it down the neck of the bottle watching it dissolve within the span of a few seconds before taking the untainted drink and sipping off of it while she waited for Faol to arrive. there can be only one mikey! of caution 2.0

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[faolan]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 440px; height: 600px; background-image: url(http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r102/Tamar11/600full-ben-barnes-2-1.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius:100px 100px 100px 100px; border: 3px solid #ffffff;] THE ANIMAL IN ME Faol's better sense knew he shouldn't have agreed to a 'date' with Maggie. That small part of him, often referred to as a conscience, was practically screaming at him to refuse the invitation. She apparently wanted to apologize for what she had done, but in a more secluded spot rather than the common room where prying eyes and extended ears could be used to watch them. By choosing the Hog's Head, Maggie obviously wanted to keep it quiet or get him alone. However, he wasn't going in there as blindly as it might look. Seeing as how she played with Hector's heart and pulled on his strings, the 6th year was fairly sure this meeting would be more than just an apology round of drinks. More than likely she had a plan up her sleeve..or more likely in her case, down her bra. Though, as smart as the Ravenclaw could be, he too, had his vices. The first was his pride and confidence in outsmarting anyone who would wish him harm. It likely had to do with his several successful attempts at getting out of Fenrir's clutches, where others could not. He was not the one to really brag about this, but one could tell in the smirks that spread across his face at the thought of a worthy challenge. Perhaps that was why he was dancing far too close to the flame when it came to Maharet. As seductive as she was known to be, he thought he had a clever enough mind to hold her back. What he didn't put into account was that a man's mind was fairly useless when matched against a woman's wiles. His other vice was the location itself. He enjoyed whisky far too much, likely to do with the genes coursing through his veins. Even before he was legal, Faol had gotten a gulp or two whenever he had the chance. He didn't go to the Hog's Head that often in attempts to avoid that need to feel burning liquids going down his gullet. It was only when he felt stressed, injured, or bored that he would give in and go to the pub. Maharet probably took this into account too...not like it really was a secret. Walking into the tavern, merely wearing jeans and a simple t-shirt, his nose was the first to tell him Maggie was already here. No one could miss that scent. It only took a second longer before his dark eyes fell on her as she sat by the bar. Making his way over to her, one of his typical smirks on his face, he gingerly took a seat, trying to not make his recent scars twinge. Glancing at the bottle of firewhiskey set in front of him, he questioned, "I can see you are hoping to get me drunk enough so I'll forget whatever secret ya want to tell me...Can't say it really would work..." there can be only one mikey! of caution 2.0

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[MAHARET AVIE ROSIER]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 440px; height: 600px; background-image: url(http://flisted.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/08/kate_upton_jeans_skirt_hot_2.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius:100px 100px 100px 100px; border: 3px solid #ffffff;] but the drugs like me As the seconds ticked away Maggie was beginning to wonder if Faol was going to stand her up. It was a thought that didn’t linger in her mind long. There wasn’t a person out there stupid enough to do such a thing to her. Maybe that was being overly confident but it had been true for her entire life, having never been stood up once, so why should she all the sudden turn self-deprecating just because of one unfortunate outcome. Besides Romulus was right. She was better than Hector on every level imaginable, more powerful had been specifically what he said but Maharet knew what he was getting at. In the background a pair of men had a small scuffle, an ale was spilled and a chair over turned but when the one to start it hit the floor passed out drunk the only thing to break the following silence was his salt and pepper whiskered companion whose head hit the table not too long afterward. That was perfect, leaving Maharet and the bartender the only people- conscious- in the pub, with Faolan soon to join them. Hearing the door open and feeling a chill waft in as well Maggie made no effort to turn and see if it was Faolan or not. It wasn’t necessary as the boy slipped into the seat next to her wearing that self-satisfied smirk of his. He was so stupid as to think that she had beckoned him to The Hog’s Head for an apology, but it seemed curiosity, or at least a desire to have a drink or two on her, had brought him along. She offered him a sweet smile putting her hand on his thigh as her body angled to face him more. “Don’t be silly, Faolan. I brought you here to get you drunk enough to positively ravish- though the alcohol isn’t really needed for that now is it?” Maggie leaned in giving him a deep kiss on the lips- a simple hello. Brief as it was it still served as a reminder of how pleasing she could be. Taking another swig of her Firewhiskey she titled the bottle toward his, which Faol had not to even touch to his lips. “Unless you’re a lightweight when it comes to drinking.” Her tone did have a tinge of challenge in it, as did her expression. An eyebrow raised, her smiled turned from sweet to condescending. Faolan was known for thinking himself rather clever, and he was very much so, but so was she. Her fingernail idly traced up and down the fabric of his jeans there at his thigh, inching further and further upward as she did so. If challenging him didn’t work, distracting his logic was a back up. there can be only one mikey! of caution 2.0

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[faolan]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 440px; height: 600px; background-image: url(http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r102/Tamar11/600full-ben-barnes-2-1.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius:100px 100px 100px 100px; border: 3px solid #ffffff;] THE ANIMAL IN ME The Hog’s Head was notorious for the occasional drunken fights, so Faol barely even noticed it when he came in, only idly going around the passed out bodies as if they were merely a piece of the furniture. What gave a suspicious feeling to this meeting though was for once the pub was empty aside from Maggie, a few staff member’s, and him. If anything was up her sleeve there likely wouldn’t be any witnesses. Though, as he pondered this, no expression crossed his face aside an amused curiosity. He was confident enough he could dodge any sly tricks she might throw at him. If he could beat his father, even when drunk, she was no match. Since he had known her, the seductive Ravenclaw seemed to have a serious fetish with werewolves. Why, he wasn’t exactly sure. Perhaps it revolved around their power and animal instincts that could be easily toyed with. For the past few months, Maggie seemed to jump from one part werewolf to the other and now her eyes, and now hands, appeared to be focused on him. His smarter side kept telling him to refuse her advances and back off. There was no way she was doing this out of love. She wanted something, and it felt more than the simple desire for him. However, the beast in him wanted to devour her as soon as her fingers touched his leg and his eyes fell on any bare flesh that was visible. Moving his hungry gaze to her eyes as he heard her answer his smart remark and then she kissed him. Damn she was in a hurry. Not able to pull away, he instinctively grabbed her head around her neck as her lips pressed heatedly on his. A low growl then followed as the wolf in him wanted more, though after a moment his senses returned as soon as she pulled away. All he really could reply with was a somewhat surprised mumble, “I’m not sure yet...I guess we’ll have to find out..won’t we?” As she took another swig and tilted her bottle towards his own, he remembered it was even there, having been momentarily distracted. Glancing at both of the bottles, his mind once again flashed to the night with his father, and as much as he wanted to taste the strong whisky and feel the burn that oddly enticed his senses, he did his best to resist, at least for a moment longer. However, his ears perked when she called him a lightweight. His smirk becoming a bit darker as his eyes slightly widening, he shook his head. “As much as I’d like to deny it, it would be impossible for me to be a lightweight with Greyback blood in my veins.” He then looked down at her trailing hand and grabbed it, a bit forcefully, as he continued, “Though, for now, I’d rater be sober until I hear that apology you promised me.” Not able to help himself, he moved her hand to his mouth and gave it a slight nip before releasing it. Glancing once again at his bottle, he added in a low teasing voice, “Knowing you, there’s a good chance my drink is poisoned...” there can be only one mikey! of caution 2.0

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[MAHARET AVIE ROSIER]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 440px; height: 600px; background-image: url(http://flisted.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/08/kate_upton_jeans_skirt_hot_2.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius:100px 100px 100px 100px; border: 3px solid #ffffff;] but the drugs like me It was a familiar response, Faolan grabbed hold of her to indulge in her kiss, and Maharet for one never tired of it. Even if she didn’t love him there was still physical attraction for the boy. That wasn’t such a bad thing now was it? The animal in him clearly wanted her. Maharet could feel it fighting with him for more as she had pulled out of the kiss. But just like Hector he seemed reluctant to let himself go keeping. That would soon change she hoped. The restraint shown couldn’t have been so he didn’t hurt her, obviously Maggie wasn’t concerned about such things and if she wasn’t why should anyone else be. But encouraging him to be more aggressive could come later. More pressing matters needed to be attended to. “We shall.” Maggie agreed. He wasn’t taking the bait. It displeased her, but all frustration was buried down deep not wanting to give anything away- not yet at least. Eventually Faolan would see a need to catch up with her and all he needed to drink was that one that sat idly in front of him. Her own gaze roamed slowly over Faolan at the mention of Greyback blood running through his veins. “How very lucky of you. It’s hardly the thing about you that I enjoy most that was inherited from your father though.” Her eyes landed on his groin letting a small sound of interest passed through her lips, head titled slightly as her teeth sunk sensually into her lower lip. Her apology wasn’t something that came easily to her, well not anything that was verbal. “About that…” Her icy blue gaze flickered up to meet Faol’s eyes. “Its not something that is said, but done. As they say, actions speak louder than words.” Him nipping at her hand was a good sign to Maharet. Whenever he got playful she usually did end up walking away satisfied. Once her hand was released it cradled Faolan’s cheek caressing it affectionately. “There is no sense in poisoning, Lover.” The statement rang truth, and rightfully so. She didn’t want him dead he wasn’t any use to her that way. Maggie finished off her first bottle of Firewhiskey calling to the bartender to bring her another, only diverting her attention from Faol for a moment or two, her hand dropping back to her lap in the process. “Not yet at least.” She added giving him a playful wink. there can be only one mikey! of caution 2.0

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[faolan]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 440px; height: 600px; background-image: url(http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r102/Tamar11/600full-ben-barnes-2-1.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius:100px 100px 100px 100px; border: 3px solid #ffffff;] THE ANIMAL IN ME His brow only rose when he heard her agree with him as odd feelings of anticipation, curiosity, and pleasure surged to the surface. Normally Faol wasn't the guy to be romantic in any sense of the word, but Maggie seemed to have a way with him. Now it wasn't because he couldn't be romantic or a womanizer, for deep down he knew he could be really good at it, but, in all honesty, he feared it. Real love didn't really exist. It was mainly lust, and according to his mother, Greyback lust could be very dangerous. So the best way to be careful was to avoid it whenever possible and ignore the urges that nagged him to be satisfied. Well, that had seemed to work until the last few weeks. First it had been Sierra on the night of the full moon, when his will was the weakest and now Maharet had a good hold on him as the full moon neared once again. She chose the right time to pull his strings, and Faolan had somehow relented without even thinking. Now he was stuck alone with another beautiful girl who wanted to bring out his 'beast' in more ways than one, so to speak. His eyes watched her every move intently, almost flashing a red hue when he noticed her own gaze had traveled to his groin. Beneath his remaining grin, his teeth began to sharpen slightly as he heard her comment about there were better things than his alcohol resistance that he had inherited from his father. Even though by now he really wasn't listening to his better judgement, it still threw out the questions of how would she know of Fenrir's groin and its superiority to be able to compare it to him? Was she somehow involved with his father? If so, what was her role? If he hadn't been so distracted, these thoughts would have surface from the subconscious to his cognitive side of his brain, but alas, his other head appeared to be in control at the moment. Though he had yet to drink pf it, his other free hand had slowly wrapped around the bottle as he still stared her down with an amused and still uncertain look on his face. Apparently his Id wanted a taste of the burning liquid and was trying to sneak it in somehow, whether or not the thing was poisoned. To his lustful and hungry side, it wouldn't be a bad way to go. As soon as he let go of her hand, he felt her warm soft flesh caress and cup his cheek affectionately. For someone who was normally hard to get, Maggie was seemingly throwing herself at him. Especially when he responded by saying she would rather do something to prove she was sorry than say empty words. Faol couldn't argue with that. Its not like he would really believe her anyway. Giving a slight chuckle as he leaned a bit lazily on the bar, he gave her a playful smile, revealing his sharper incisors, "By all means..give me you apology." His words almost had an edge to them, as if it were more a command than an encouragement. Perhaps, even without the drink, the 6th year was more like Fenrir than he thought. When she added that there was no reason to poison a lover, his eyes traveled to the firewhiskey that was now in his hand. She did have a point. If she really wanted him as badly as she looked, there would be little fun in killing him. Besides, this was too good a whisky to set aside. Maybe just a snort or two... Giving a nod, he leisurely brought the bottle to his nose and sniffed, trying to take in any foreign scent, but there was none. Shaking his head, he commented, "Well I can already tell it's not cyanide, hemlock, or belladonna...I think I might be safe after all.." Returning her wink with a suggestive look of his own he took a sip, paused, then gave an approving nod, "Not bad..actually..." there can be only one mikey! of caution 2.0

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[MAHARET AVIE ROSIER]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 440px; height: 600px; background-image: url(http://flisted.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/08/kate_upton_jeans_skirt_hot_2.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius:100px 100px 100px 100px; border: 3px solid #ffffff;] but the drugs like me Seeing those incisors flashed at her Maharet knew that she was, so far, going about everything the right way. It helped that he was more susceptible at the moment compliments of the full moon so close. It had been something that Maggie had planned. When she went into something she always did like to set things up to gain the best possible outcome. So what if it made her extra cautious or made some people think that she was trying too hard. Maharet .had dealt with enough disappoint in Hector lately to let an oversight mess up her plans for Faolan. Hopefully with him it would set off the chain reaction that she had been hoping for with Hector, just through different means. After she and Fenrir were done with him Faol would need to get Sierra under his thumb somehow. Supervision would be needed though, as with all new borns. Romulus apparently wanted to put Faolan through some trails of his own. Maggie couldn’t wait to see those two spar. Maggie tisked him softly letting her thumb run tenderly over his lower lip as her gaze focused lustfully on it. “Good things come to those who wait.” Leaning in she moved her thumb only to replace it with her lips, sucking on the bottom one for a few moments and letting a deep moan ripple through her body. He would probably need incentive to stick around to reap the benefits of her company. “I rented a room upstairs for later.” And by rented a room she of course meant that once the drugs took effect she would be hulling him up to the room that Ana resided in when she stayed there with Fenrir. It was where the man was staying whilst the tournament (and Jasper and Faolan’s transformations) were going on. Faolan obviously hadn’t heard yet. But the deal had been that she deliver Faol the night after Jasper had been bitten. As he picked up the bottle Maharet did her best not to look too happy about it, but a small smile was granted. After all she had already willingly admitted that she wanted to get him drunk, even if it had been under the guise of a joke. “They’re not bloody enough for my tastes. Though the effects of cyanide are amusing. Watching a person convulse like that- makes me positively giddy to think of it.” Her playful tone didn’t negate the fact that it was true. Luckily the pill, having been dissolved and mixed in his drink already, as it had been undisturbed for so long, was odorless. It had supposed to be at least and Faolan’s test had proved her contact correct. “I ordered the best brand they make, just for you. I had heard that you fancied whiskey.” Fenrir did as well father like son, and soon to be even more an accurate expression. Slipping off of her bar stool Maharet closed the space between the two of them, wiggling her way between Faol’s legs so that she could be as close to him as possible without being in his lap. Her hands rested on either knee slowly sliding up as she leaned into him, her lips attaching to his neck trailing kisses down to Faolan’s collarbone. “I would hardly refer to you as safe around me.” She whispered into his ear. Getting him in the mood could only help encourage him to want to drink more so he could have his proper apology all that much sooner. there can be only one mikey! of caution 2.0

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[faolan]

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