Drunken Hazed Lust {Makenna}

[zmeyette]

The Hogsmeade trip had ended and Zmeyette walked back trying not to stumble over her own two feet. Usually Zmeyette wouldn't have this problem but during this particular trip she was able to get a hold of some fire whiskey. Zmeyette had two bottles in her system and a few tucked into her coat. It was a Friday night and she wanted to have a bit of fun instead of the usual working on homework or sitting around the common room gossiping. This is the reason why she didn't head to dinner when she got back to the castle she was sure the sweets in her pockets would hold her over until morning, if not she could sneak down to the kitchens for a snack.

Zmeyette made it passed the professors without drawing too much attention to her which she was grateful for. Zmeyette managed to make it up the stairs although she really didn't know where she was going. Her thoughts were a bit hazy and she had no real true direction. Zmeyette finally decided to slip into an empty classroom. She had made it all the way up to the sixth floor surprisingly. Zmeyette figured this might be the best floor to use because there wasn't anything interesting on this floor. What with the Ancient Runes class and the Gobbstones Club held on this floor, she was sure not many people were breaking their necks to get up here.

Zmeyette unloaded her coat setting the extra bottles of fire whiskey on the floor. She placed her sweets next to the bottles and picked one of the bottles up. She opened it and took a swig. She didn't care that she was going to pretty much party by herself, Zmeyette would still have fun. She began to dance to the music in her head and laughing a little too loud.

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[LILY MAKENNA MARTELL]

For as long as she could remember, she was always a troublemaker, a rule-bender, a rabble-rouser so to speak. And a Hogsmeade trip was a perfect time for that type of behaviour. Having already had several years of opportunity to visit the nearby village in a more acceptable manner, Makenna had long become bored with the whole thing. So to spice it up a bit, she had started drinking... copiously. In fact, she had somehow managed to get herself cut off at the Hog's Head. The bartender apparently had scruples around serving that much alcohol to such a thin, pale girl. Unfortunately for her, Makenna had always been able to take more alcohol than others would give her credit due to her stature and build; however, many people do not take her Veela blood into account, which has a great deal with her ability to metabolize alcohol well. Needless to say, such behaviour pissed her off, which made heckling this same barkeep to sell her a few bottles of firewhiskey a pinch.

Now having returned and past the tired and unsuspecting professors, Makenna had managed to pass without a suspicion. It was times like these that Makenna didn't mind that she metabolized alcohol so easily. While she did tend to find herself in trouble, it is a myth that Makenna purposely looks for trouble... most of the time anyway. After a day of wandering outside in the small village, there was very little that one could do, except well, drink in her case. The problem now was where to drink it. Drinking back in her dorm was likely the place since her dorm was full of goodie-goodie-two-shoes who were bound to kill all the fun. Thus she found herself wandering through the halls with a couple of firewhiskeys hidden beneath her jacket, looking for an appropriate place for her to get properly smashed.

However, Makenna's noble quest was interrupted by the sound of loud, and if she wasn't mistaken, drunken laughter. Curious, the Hufflepuff followed the laughter to its source since drinking by yourself was never as fun as drinking with someone else, especially when the someone else didn't have to pilfer her own drinks. Pushing the door open, her eyes landed on one of the most gorgeous girls she had ever seen. Now, it wasn't absolute common knowledge around the school, but Makenna had never made it a secret that she was solely straight. Ever since she had known, she had hit on a few girls with some mixed results.

“Well, this is a nice little set-up you have here,” she commented idly, as her eyes wandered about the room before returning back to the girl in the middle of the room. “Care for some company?” Makenna pulled out her own bottle of firewhiskey to show that she had something to contribute to the circle.

[zmeyette]

The was no music, no company, no fancy lights just Zmeyette partying in an empty class room because she simply had nothing else to do. She did not want to be bothered with the talk of mudbloods verse purebloods, the chatter of soon to come attacks, the pride in their house champions, she would have none of it tonight. Zmeyette just wanted to let loose, dance around, and forget the night. She was working toward it pretty good as she had just finished her fourth bottle of fire whiskey. There were a few more bottles on the floor next to her coat and the sweets she know she would enjoy in her drunken state.

Zmeyette began to twirl around letting her black hair fly all around her. The room swirled before her creating different colors and images. She soon began to lose balance and to prevent herself from falling face first into the hard floor she stopped, laughing the whole time.

The door suddenly opened which caused Zmeyette to pause trying to make out the image of the person who was crashing her party. Hopefully it wasn't a professor because she knew this would be crossing the line in their eyes. After hearing the girl comment on the set up of the place Zmeyette relaxed knowing a professor wouldn't say such a thing. "Why thank you dear." Zmeyette smiled toward the blonde haired girl. The image of her guest was becoming clearer and clearer and Zmeyette was growing quite pleased with what she was seeing. She noticed the girl's long thin frame with curves in all the right places, her blonde hair, and sexy smile. But what really turned the Zmeyette on was that the girl came equipped with a few more bottles of fire whiskey. "Come on in gorgeous. It was getting pretty lonely in here. But now I'm sure you'll keep me good company." Zmeyette said with a smirk on her face.

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[LILY MAKENNA MARTELL]

Although Makenna was known for being a bit of a troublemaker, these types of things didn't just crop up everyday. That is to say, the Hufflepuff didn't usually have company at her own private drinking parties, despite the fact that it was Makenna who walked in on another's party. So in a strange way, this new girl should be honoured by the Hufflepuff's presence considering the rarity of such an event. To be in the company of this girl was more than enough of a treat for her and compensation for her lost private drinking party. Watching the girl twirl with her dark hair swirling all around her was akin watching a nymph frolic about joyfully. The black swirl that surrounded her gave her an air of darkness that was strangely seductive and appealing to her.

Between the slurred manner in which she spoke and her less than sober mannerism, Makenna quickly concluded that this dark-haired girl was much more drunk than she was. Looking around in the room, Makenna couldn't tell exactly whether or not the other girl had imbibed more than herself or if her own Veela blood was metabolizing the drink faster than her newfound friend. Sure there were a few drinks scattered around on the floor, but it was entirely possible that this other girl had started drinking far before she had, like herself.

Hearing the other girl's affirmative response, Makenna smiled seductively. “I'm sure I will,” she replied in kind as her blue eyes trailed up the length of the other girl. Makenna had more than enough experience with girls who were uncomfortable with receiving a certain kind of... attention. But the way that this girl was conducting herself, she felt that she essentially got the green light. “Here you go. You look like you could use another,” she said with a wry smile. As she walked past the other girl, she gave her one of her own bottles where she let her fingers linger a bit as they brushed against the other girls'. Unlike some, Makenna had very little compunctions in sharing her drinks. Call it the true Hufflepuff in her, but she was always ready to share a drink or two for a good drinking companion. After all, it hardly seemed to matter how much Makenna herself drank as her body seemed endlessly metabolize alcohol almost as fast as she drank it. She was only drinking for the fun of it, and what fun was it to drink with someone who just wasn't drinking?

Making her way towards the centre of the room, Makenna found a table that was to her liking. After dumping her stash onto the table, the Hufflepuff proceeded to open a fresh bottle and to take a large swig from it.

(( Sorry for taking so long >.< ))

[zmeyette]

Zmeyette's initial plan was to have a small party by herself, as lame as that might sound at least she was away from everything that might cause her to explode, and either stumble back to the common room late at night or more than likely pass out here. Hopefully she wouldn't be so plastered that she wouldn't be able to turn the table into a nice bed or cushion at least. Although if Zmeyette had to rough it she could handle it.

Now with the arrival of a beautiful girl her plans might be changing. Zmeyette partly wondered why the girl wanted to join her. Most avoided her and obviously this girl wasn't a Slytherin, about the only people who dealt with Zmeyette, so who exactly was she? That was about the end of Zmeyette's coherent thoughts for the night as the girl entered and supplied her with a new bottle of fire whiskey, which was much appreciated since her fourth bottle was running low already. As the blond haired girl gave her the bottle their fingers lingered and Zmeyette locked her mismatched eyes with the girl's gentle blue eyes, taking this as a sign that maybe the girl was into a little more than just partying with her. [limegreen]"Thank hun."

[/color] Zmeyette said, popping the bottle open and taking a swig as her company dropped her own bottles on the table and drinking some herself. "You can help yourself to my sweets, not sure if you are one of those type of drunks like myself." Zmeyette said, sort of meaning two things at once.

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[LILY MAKENNA MARTELL]

It wasn't exactly a secret that Makenna liked to defy and challenge rules and established customs. To be contrary was her nature. One could say that was all she was. Unsurprisingly for her, the more daring and forbidden it was, the better. So this current situation, drinking it up with a complete and random stranger was considered just bit of fun for her. Unlike the other girl, Makenna wondered very little over the identity of her current drinking companion. She discriminated very little over such matters, unless of course, the person was a Gryffindor then it was all over. But judging by the looks of things, her newfound drinking companion could not possibly be a Gryffindor. In Makenna's opinion, Gryffindors were all generic stock goody-goody-two-shoes who wouldn't possibly condone such behaviour. The half-Veela cared very little that her judgment and assessment of an entire house is so static and unwavering.

“No problem.” Makenna was glad to see her gift was not taken in vain as the other girl promptly opened it and began to consume its contents. Her eyebrow quirked at the other girl's offer although not in any way uninterested in what she had to offer. “Thanks, I'll keep that in mind,” she responded with a seductive smile that promised more.

At her position by the table, Makenna leaned against it with her arms trailing next to her sides, the bottle of alcohol dangling from her hand. Now under slightly better light, the Hufflepuff surveyed her companion and came to the same conclusion as before: this girl was hot. Like smoking hot, and it looked like she knew it as well. Good. There's nothing more obnoxious than a hot girl who was unnecessarily modest.

“So is this a regular thing for you?” she asked curious, referring to their current situation. Makenna took another hearty swig of her own drink while she waited for an answer. “You just find yourself a nice little room to party by yourself?”

[zmeyette]

"I'm sure you will." Zmeyette said, smirking lightly as her eyes trailed over her companion. The girl was definitely drop dead gorgeous, one of the most attractive girls that Zmeyette had seen in awhile. She couldn't seem to take her mismatched eyes off the tall blonde whose legs just wouldn't quit. "You are rather gorgeous, almost enchanting." Zmeyette said looking at the girl before taking another sip from her fifth bottle of fire whiskey. She was sure this bottle wasn't going to last long as the previous four hadn't but Zmeyette didn't want to drink all the supplies they had. To stop herself she walked over to where the girl was and placed her bottle on the table. Maybe if it wasn't in her hand she wouldn't be so inclined to drink it.

"No, not usually. But sometimes you just have to escape from the normalities of everyday life." Zmeyette said, her voice becoming a bit somber. "Leave the drama behind." She added. Her eyes seemed to glaze over as she stared into the distance from a moment. Zmeyette seemed to have a lot of doubts on her mind of what she wanted to do when she left school. Did she want to follow in her father's footsteps or create her own legend. Or maybe veer off onto a completely different path. She pretty much had no choice in the matter. She sighed and shook her head. "Just trying to spice up my life a bit." She said with a laugh.

"Speaking of which..." Zmeyette trailed off for a moment as she flicked her want at the music player to turn up louder. "Dance with me." Zmeyette said grabbing the girl's hand and pulling her out into the middle of the floor as she began to dance.

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[LILY MAKENNA MARTELL]

Unlike many, Makenna was in no way modest. She was the type of girl who quite enjoyed being told that she was gorgeous or particularly good at something. In her opinion, it was simply a waste of time especially when both herself and the other knew it to be true. “Why thank you,” she said, positively preening and glowing with delight. At the corner of her mind, Makenna vaguely wondered if the other girl was reacting to her innate Veela magic even a bit. For the most part, the Hufflepuff made little effort in terms of utilizing her genetic magic that made her more attractive to others. Now was no exception to her lack of use, so she quickly shoving the thought away. After all, if she were using it, Makenna would know, right?

“You're no slouch either. You're possibly one of the most gorgeous girls I've ever seen.” The Hufflepuff often found herself caught up in the mesmerizing depths of the dark-haired girl's eyes, the different shades entrancing her. “I think that's cause enough to drink on and party harder.” With that, Makenna lifted her bottle up to her lips and took another hearty swig. For her, there was no such things as sips. There was no such thing as a small measure with her. She liked to do things a big and grand way.

Hearing the sudden change of tone in the other girl's voice surprised her. For some reason, of all the responses that she was expecting to hear, somberness was not it. Seeing the darkness in her companion's eyes, Makenna vowed to take it away, even for a night. She had very little time to act upon this thought before the other girl whirled her up into a dance. The sudden movement pulled a small squeak and laugh to follow. Makenna was more than happy to let the beautiful girl pull her around. In a strange act of compliance, the Hufflepuff began to dance as well to the beat in her head.

“We should hang out more if what you're looking for is spicing up your life,” she said with a smirk. Although it may not always seem that way, Makenna was wholly aware of her own constant need for adrenaline. Unlike her drinking companion here, Makenna needed very little reason to do anything, especially when it included something dangerous.