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Post by Nicolas Everhart on Feb 1, 2017 1:11:32 GMT -5
Nik disappeared for most of the day, but he had a dress waiting for her at Enchanted. It was red, and certainly showed off Lyra's assets. While it was more revealing than something he might have picked out for her, it was appropriate for where they were headed, and it was absolutely stunning.
Nik was waiting for her at the stairs at seven sharp. He channeled a 1920s casual yet classy dress shirt, pants and suspenders, complete with gatsby. The man could certainly dress for the occasion.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Feb 1, 2017 1:34:12 GMT -5
Lyra wasn't quite so enthusiastic about the evening as she might have normally been. She spent a fair amount of time lounging at the castle; taking a nap, having lunch, and reading in the gardens. It was hard to be annoyed with Nicolas, or with anything for that matter, after several hours at the Enchanted spa having her naked body rubbed down by an a strong, attractive (sadly uninterested) man and then pampered with a manicure, pedicure, and facial. Not to mention the champagne while her hair was setting. In addition to making her look like a million galleons, Lyra knew Nicolas had sent her there to make her less of a grump and try and soften her to whatever plans he had for them. She knew it was bound to be entertaining when she saw the dress he left for her.
He caught her eye instantly as she entered the room and she smiled involuntarily. "Don't you clean up nice," she mused, having hardly ever seen him not dressed spectacularly outside of their training sessions, and even then he managed to look good.
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Post by Nicolas Everhart on Feb 1, 2017 1:37:40 GMT -5
He gave a low whistle of appreciation as she arrived, "I fear I may be outdone however by my date for the evening." he said with a smile still firmly in place. He didn't mind coming in second to the beautiful blonde.
He offered her his arm.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Feb 1, 2017 1:47:26 GMT -5
"Is someone actually desperate enough to go out with you?" she quipped before catching herself and quickly ordering him to "shut up," before he could comment that she, in fact, was the desperate one. Nicolas had already called it this morning in the hotel. Men weren't queuing up around the corner to f*ck her. She took his arm with a tiny eye roll, nothing near the impressive volume she could normally reach, and let him escort her.
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Post by Nicolas Everhart on Feb 1, 2017 2:08:03 GMT -5
Nik opened his mouth to do just that, but she cut him off and he just smiled.
He led her outside and smirked looking at their transportation for the evening.
Lyra was looking for wild, uninhibited fun, Nik's motorcycle fit the bill. Before she could whine, he handed her a hairpin.
"It's charmed." he explained, "I know you'd rather suffer a broken skull than wear a helmet and defy the fashion gods." he rolled his eyes, "It will also keep you warm, and above all keep your hair and makeup in place."
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Feb 1, 2017 2:21:57 GMT -5
Lyra had never been on a motorcycle before but she had seen them in a few of the movies he had shown her and she thought they looked sexy. But she always scoffed with the rider would get off the bike and pull their helmet off, having perfectly coiffed hair. She complained that if muggles didn't have vanity charms there would be no way their hair would be so flawless as she saw what the Slytherin quidditch team's hair looked like after even a short match in the wind. He had laughed and kissed her until they forgot about the movie completely...
Lyra was in fact about to complain, she'd spent an hour in the salon getting it perfect in a mess of pinned curls something akin to a low bun that rested off center at the back of her head. Her fringe was swept off to the side at the exact perfect angle for her face. This was a masterpiece and she wasn't putting on a ruddy helmet and ruining it. So when Nicolas gave her a hair pin and explained, she struggled not to smile. "Been planning this, much?" She slid the pin into her curls and looked at him expectantly.
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Post by Nicolas Everhart on Feb 1, 2017 2:30:07 GMT -5
He winked, knowing he had read her mind. He didn't tell her that the hairpin had been Sam's idea. Not for this date, but once long ago when he had taken Sam on his motorcycle. She of course demanded one of her own, and had thought the hairpin ingenious. But for some reason he didn't want to think about Sam tonight. Or think about what Lyra had said to him.
He knew the truth. Sam didn't love him. It hurt, but it was what it was. He didn't know what the future held, and he didn't want to think about it.
Tonight he wasn't going to think about it. He wasn't going to think about Sam, and he was going to help Lyra not think about Julian.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Feb 1, 2017 2:38:56 GMT -5
Lyra waited for Nicolas to get on the motorcycle, then climbed on behind him, adjusting the skirt of her dress as she straddled the seat and pressed herself up against Nicolas' back. She wrapped her arms around his waist. "If I fall off this bloody thing I guarantee you I will come back from the dead just to haunt you, Everhart."
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Post by Nicolas Everhart on Feb 1, 2017 2:42:52 GMT -5
"Not just to haunt me I'd imagine." he laughed. She'd take him with her to bug him until the end of eternity. He'd keep her alive just to prevent such a thing.
He started the motorcycle, and grinned devilishly as the bike roared to life. He didn't have to tell her to hold on tight as he set off on a reasonably daring speed, yet safe enough.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Feb 1, 2017 2:54:15 GMT -5
Lyra felt a chill run through her body as she felt the bike vibrate between her thighs. Without having to worry that Nicolas would see her being anything but upset with him for what he said, no matter how true they might have been or how baited he was at the time, Lyra smiled as the motorcycle pulled forward. She pressed herself against his back as they flew down the road. At their first turn Lyra squeezed him tighter but as they continued on she could feel the turns coming as Nicolas would lean into them. She continued to hold him, but her death grip loosened until her hands were simply pressed against the firm muscles of his stomach. She rested her head on his back and closed her eyes, feeling as if she were flying. Lyra had thought the vintage convertible was the best way to travel, but she had been wrong. This was simply amazing.
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Post by Nicolas Everhart on Feb 1, 2017 3:15:08 GMT -5
Nik felt something stir inside of him with every turn of the bike. He began to look forward to the curves as he felt Lyra pressed against him. His thoughts were confusing, and she was distracting him more than usual. He didn't know what was happening to him. He didn't like it either.
But when she melted against him, he too smiled since there was no one around to judge him for it or make him question what was happening.
He was almost sad to see their destination. Of course on the outside it was nothing remarkable. He parked the bike and waited for Lyra to dismount before getting off the bike himself.
They looked as though they were in an alley, it was dark with just a streetlight above. They had passed through a wizarding road which took them further than the ride may have indicated, much like Julian's convertible. Not as far as the states, but past France and Spain, and in one of the smaller European countries. The club was a hole in the wall. He waited for Lyra's reaction.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Feb 1, 2017 3:26:04 GMT -5
Lyra struggled to get off the bike in anything that resembled a graceful manner. Her already short skirt rode up high on her thigh as she pulled herself up against Nicolas and swung her leg over the seat. She grabbed his upper arm to steady herself until both feet were firmly on the ground. She bent over to pull the skirt of her dress down, then pull the bodice up to keep everything covered. Her hands instinctively went to her hair as she looked around and the dark alleyway he had brought her to.
"This is a strange outfit for you to pick for me only to bring me to a murder alley. You could have just done away with me at the hotel and pinned it on Derek." She turned away from him, inspecting their surroundings and wondering what sort of secrets had been magicked away.
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Post by Nicolas Everhart on Feb 1, 2017 3:39:22 GMT -5
He appeared to think it over, "No, murder alley has a nice classic feel to it. I can still pin it on Derek though." he teased her.
"Come on, it's this way." he said offering her his arm and guiding her to a door.
"Carmina." he said at the entryway which opened the door and revealed something that almost mimicked a speakeasy, yet had an ancient European feel to it. It wasn't Spellbound or Enchanted, there was a whole different class of dancers on the floor, all in various states of movement. The dancers were graceful as they were almost erotic in their passionate dancing. The music was more intense and appropriate for the tango now taking place. Swirls of colors and beautiful people were everywhere. It was a delight for the senses.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Feb 1, 2017 3:51:25 GMT -5
Lyra hadn't been to a place like this before. She'd been to nightclubs and cocktail lounges, she'd been to formal parties and high society events (thanks to Samantha), but nothing had ever been quite like this. She hung on his arm as she looked around the room; there was so much to see it was almost overwhelming if it weren't so beautiful.
She looked over at Nicolas and realized now why he had dressed them both in this fashion. It suited the atmosphere and Lyra had the strangest urge to start talking in a transcontinental accent that she had heard in the older films that he had shown her. She watched the dancers on the floor moving fluidly to the music. It was hard not to smile and probably even harder not to notice.
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Post by Nicolas Everhart on Feb 1, 2017 4:02:28 GMT -5
He led her to the bar, letting her get a taste for the environment. He wanted to ease her into it. She could find a good time here, but it wasn't the kind of place to get stumbling drunk at.
"Nik!" the man behind the bar grinned enthusiastically. He proceeded to speak rapidly and in a different language. Samantha's name had been mentioned. And Nik shook his head.
The bartender then gestured to Lyra and continued to speak. Nik laughed.
"He says that I am a brave man for bringing such a beautiful girl to a place like this. He fears that you will have your heart stolen away by one of the men, and that I will be left alone."
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Feb 1, 2017 4:10:18 GMT -5
Lyra didn't like it when people spoke in a language she couldn't understand. It made her feel small and self conscious. She caught Samantha's name and perked up, but as she had no idea what was being said her attention began to wain. She did not miss the shift as the bartender gestured to Lyra and she again focused on the two men with a curious look on her face. Nicolas translated.
"Really," she said, almost intrigued as she smirked and looked around the room. It was full of attractive men. Maybe Nicolas wasn't such a bad friend, after all. Derek clearly wasn't going for her, but maybe someone here would. The muscles in her face twitched as she thought of the possibilities.
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Post by Nicolas Everhart on Feb 1, 2017 4:25:46 GMT -5
The men in the room were definitely of a higher caliber than the ones that had been at Stu's the other night. The physicality alone was something to salivate over, but there were many handsome faces to go with many handsome bodies. Nik still was easily one of the most handsome men there, and it was well known within the club.
In addition to the gorgeous men, there were stunning women of all different ethnicities and shapes. It was seemingly a club for pretty people. Talented people as well by the looks of the dancefloor.
The bartender issued a bark of laughter at Lyra's response. He tried then in broken English, "You are heart breaker yes." he said of Lyra's clever smirk.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Feb 1, 2017 15:51:54 GMT -5
Lyra turned back toward the bar as the bartender laughed and when he called her a heart breaker her cheeks went pink. Even in her promiscuous days at Hogwarts she had never considered herself a "heart breaker". She slept with many boys at school but she didn't play with their hearts, she didn't think. It was a mutual release of stresses or a manipulation of wills. She hadn't believed in love back then, not before Rystain, so she didn't bother pretending to be in it with any of the boys she shagged. Although technically, she supposed, he might have qualified her as a heart breaker.
"Do you come here often?" she asked Nicolas, referencing the bartender's familiarity and knowledge of Samantha. She turned and looked at the bartender. "Does he often get left for a more handsome man?" Yes, Nicolas would win the chiseled features competition hands down, but aside from regaining her self-identity by trying to shag him in the training room, Lyra didn't ever really look at Nicolas that way. But she could look at any of the other men here in that way, and possibly some of the ladies too. It was hard not to be intimidated and slightly aroused just being there.
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Post by Nicolas Everhart on Feb 1, 2017 17:05:05 GMT -5
"Often enough." to make a name for himself anyway. He had been brought there by an older woman, when he was even younger than Lyra. He was told to keep up or be left out, and of course Nik kept up. They were all heart breakers there. They knew the game well enough to play, but careful enough never to play for keeps, and Nik was no different. Here you left your heart on the dance floor and let your body do most of the talking. It didn't matter if you spoke the native language or not, there was only one form of communication and they were all speaking it in spins and dips, and easy caresses.
Nik grinned, he spoke to the bartender who nodded and came back with a 'special' drink for Lyra, part potion part alcohol. It wasn't quite euphoria as it didn't dull the senses any, but it got the blood pumping and loosened inhibitions. Nik took his in one sip then placed his hand at the small of Lyra's back, "Think you can keep up?"
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Feb 1, 2017 21:41:09 GMT -5
Lyra laughed at Nicolas' question. If by 'keep up' he meant keep drinking, yes. If he meant function properly after a few drinks, quite clearly the answer was no, but she'd keep playing anyway. "Let's find out," she answered.
Lyra lifted the glass and followed Nicolas' lead, taking the whole drink in one fell swoop. It had a different taste than she was used to. She set the glass on the bar and looked at him. "Are you going to ask me to dance, or should I get one of these other handsome men to take care of me?"
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