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  • Offline Charlie Baker
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    each had a half of a king and queen seat [perdita]
    « on: February 09, 2018, 04:48:47 AM »
    Charlie was on another of his midnight strolls. He was drunker than might appear upon first glance, and there might’ve been something else in his system too. Fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately for Ms. Bloom, Charlie lived within walking distance of her home. She’d made the mistake of letting him know where she lived, though he was fairly certain she knew his address too. He hadn’t known Perdita when he’d bought his apartment, so if anyone (read: Perdita) were to ever suggest the proximity to be intentional he could easily deflect such accusations. He’d never been into her. She was just some fun.

    Well, a lot of fun. Not just some. That was why he was walking through Kensington and Chelsea in the middle of the night.

    It was cold. His warm breath mixed with the smoke from his cigarette as he exhaled, creating a plume of mist lit by the streetlamps. Charlie knew the streets in his part of London exceptionally well by now. It was a habit he’d developed whilst on tour, this walking around in the dead of night. It had started as just something to do when he was jetlagged and couldn’t sleep; a way to see whatever new place he was in without the crowds to spoil it. It had become something more in recent months. When he’d been single, or near enough, Charlie could have alone time whenever he wanted. Let his mind wander and work through everything going on inside his head without any prying questions. Not now. Kate was always there, asking what he was thinking whenever he was quiet for too long. Sometimes he was happy to tell her, other times he just wanted to keep things to himself.

    Kate wasn’t home tonight. She was having some sort of girl’s night at a friends place. Charlie wasn’t sure if it was Ariana, or Freya, or both. Christ, that hadn’t blown up yet either. He was hoping that Freya could keep to herself what had happened, though the way Ariana looked at him suggested she might have already spilled the beans. Or maybe Ariana still held the whole Layla thing against him. Well, at least Freya (and Ariana, if she knew) hadn’t told Kate.

    Why was he thinking about Kate?

    Charlie turned into the street he’d set out for, taking one last drag of his cigarette before putting it out on one of the very fancy low garden walls. He wrapped his jacket around him a little tighter, shoving his now-free hand into his pocket to mirror the other and keep his fingers warm.  Another minute, more or less, and he was slinking in through the gate, ducking a low-hanging branch of wisteria. He ran a hand through his greased hair nervously before rapping his knuckles on the door, waiting barely ten seconds before ringing the doorbell twice.


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    Re: each had a half of a king and queen seat [perdita]
    « Reply #1 on: February 11, 2018, 06:34:22 PM »
    Tap tap tap.

    "Mmmf," came the soft noise of distaste as Perdita stirred in her plush sheets. Her short hair was over her face as she lay curled on her side, messy and haphazard. The weather had been awful lately. Damp and freezing, the type that seeped into her bones. She hadn't been in London much over the festivities. Born and raised in Cheshire, Perdita had been spending a lot of time in Bloom Mill on the River Dee. But she wouldn't call it home.

    It hadn't been home since she was six, before she'd been sent away by her parents to attend school and be looked after by nannies and governesses. Perdita had always been a city girl. It was too quiet up north and she had trouble falling asleep in the silence, without the rhythmic hum of trundling traffic outside of her window.

    Buzz buzz.

    She cracked one deep blue eye open and sighed, throwing her heavy duvet off her body and sliding out to sit upright. It wasn't a drunk who was ringing her doorbell; it wasn't that part of London. The Royal borough was like a cocoon, warm and soft and miles away from the gritty city centre of peasants. It was clean and green and pristine and oh so quiet. Like an oasis and someone was about to get their face kicked in for ruining her serenity.

    Greenlea was the Bloom family's holding in the capital and she didn't really know where the name had come from. The only trace of it was a small and neat sign that was fixed to the wall, gently brushed by the fat strands of lilac wisteria. Bleary-eyed, Perdita picked her way down the stairs, wincing as she turned the lights on. In the meantime, the bell continued to ring and she was waking up swiftly.

    She'd dressed dressed hastily and blindly, her hand thrusted into her wardrobe as she tied the belt of her gown around her slim frame as she took the stairs downwards two at a time. Perdita winced and recoiled as her bare foot touched the freezing marble of the hallway, steeling herself as she left the warmth of upstairs and headed towards the door, her feet making soft foot falls. She could make out a silhouette through the door but as this point, she didn't care who it was.

    "Alright, alright!" She called out,  her voice echoing in the still hall as she gripped the handle and yanked it open angrily. "Will you just fu--" Squinting in the light of the street light outside and the recently revealed bright moon, she didn't hide the shock that flickered across her pretty face. Goodness. It must have been months since she'd seen head nor tail of Charlie Baker. His band's music wasn't really her thing and she didn't keen tabs on him. She frowned faintly in the darkness, unsure as to what would bring him this far so late at night.

    "Prince Charming," Perdita said as she relaxed with a smile, leaning against the door jamb as she folded her arms across her chest. They were friends…that maybe sometimes had sex on their sofas. Despite never being a couple, it didn't mean that she didn't care about him. He was lazy and odious and he was a liar with some serious deep rooted issues but the things he could do with this hands made her overlook his major flaws pretty easily.

    "Did you misplace your pumpkin?" She asked innocently. "Or your princess?" Perdita assumed he'd had a falling out with his "girlfriend" Kylie. Was it Kylie? Kaycee? Karen? Either way, they didn't talk about her. With one last confused look over, she stepped back and opened the door. "Get in," she told him. "You're letting the heat out. And the neighbours can see you."
     

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    Re: each had a half of a king and queen seat [perdita]
    « Reply #2 on: February 13, 2018, 09:41:15 PM »
    When the door finally flew open it did so at speed, and Charlie was silently glad that he hadn’t chosen to lean on it whilst he waited. A comfortable smirk spread across his features as Perdita recognised him. He didn’t even flinch at the stupid nickname; it was all part of the game, and he knew he had to play along if he wanted what he’d come for. “Hello, Duchess.” He replied in a low drawl, his dark eyes scanning her head-to-toe. She was backlit by the bright light in her hallway so he could mostly see her by silhouette, but the luminosity from the moon and the streetlamps behind him was casting a faint glow on her face and picking up the sheen in her silky nightwear.

    He bristled lightly at the insinuation about his girlfriend, but tried his best to ignore it. Perdita knew that he wasn’t single, but that had never seemed to bother her. They didn’t talk about Kate, ever. In fact, they didn’t talk about each other’s personal lives at all. Charlie wasn’t stupid – he knew it was highly unlikely that Perdita sat waiting for him to come to her. There would be other men in her life, and he preferred not to know anything about them. That was the arrangement. It was no strings attached, and it had been that way from the beginning. If he’d never met Kate he might have entertained there being something more with the leggy brunette in front of him, but he pushed those thoughts to the back of his head – tucked them away, hid them from view. Perdita was fun, and the sex was good, but that was it. That was all it would ever be.

    Charlie slipped inside with a devilish grin, touching his hand on her waist gently in a sign of intimacy as he passed her. He walked through her hall with easy familiarity and made his way into her kitchen, flicking on the light as he entered the room. The brunette shirked out of his leather jacket as the warmth hit him, discarding it on the counter, revealing a black t-shirt with a muggle band’s logo on, which he was wearing with dark jeans and boots. He’d changed little since they’d last seen one another – if anything he’d just filled out a little, become a touch less lanky.

    The musician turned to face her, his brandy-coloured gaze taking it’s time to roam over her again, more slowly now that he could see her more clearly. She was so fucking attractive – it wasn’t just her looks, it was her whole demeanour, and perhaps something to do with being a class or two above him. Unfortunately, it appeared that Perdita was not in the same state of inebriation as he was. She was, however, alone, judging by the fact she’d let him in. “Did I wake you?” he teased, “Sorry,” he wasn’t, clearly, “I was in the neighbourhood.” He lied. Perdita wasn’t stupid, she’d know why he was here. The same reason he ever visited her. Charlie didn’t normally sleep with someone repeatedly, unless he was in a relationship with them, but he found himself returning here for some reason. He couldn’t put his finger on it – he didn’t want to. Didn’t want anything to change by letting himself thinking about it too much.

    He wanted to skip the niceties and get straight to business, but that only worked when she came to him – and that hadn’t happened since Kate had moved in, for obvious reasons. “Drink?” he asked, as if offering her one. Not waiting for her reply he began rummaging in her cupboards to find the glasses, and the whisky.


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    Re: each had a half of a king and queen seat [perdita]
    « Reply #3 on: February 14, 2018, 08:10:28 PM »
    "Mm," Perdita said with a smile, by way of acknowledgement of his nickname he used for her. Though similar, they were borne out of very different sentiments. Hers was part sarcasm, part affection and she thought Charlie used his, purely to get on her wick. As his hand touched her waist, she lifted a hand and slid it down his arm briefly, a passing symbol of affection before she closed the door behind her.

    With a sigh, she locked it, pressing her hand to her forehead as she tried to collect her thoughts before she turned on her heel and padded after him. In amusement, she leaned against the door frame with her head cocked to the side a little. Perdita was used to men looking at her like Charlie was. She wasn't a prude and how a woman dressed didn't indicate what she was like but that being said, she'd embraced it. She was lucky enough to be confident in her body and have the money to drape it in the finest of fabrics.

    There was the tiniest flicker of annoyance as his broad frame filled the room and he navigated it with ease. Did he wake her? "Often," Perdita replied candidly. She had no reason to lie to him, neither of them did. They didn't have the kind of relationship that got messy with deep conversations and concerns for the other's well being. It had seemed to play out that they didn't socialise during daylight hours; Charlie wasn't the type to take afternoon tea and Perdita wasn't the sort of woman who frequented smoke-filled dive bars.

    They had different interests but it all boiled down to sex. In a way, they were like one another's dirty little secrets. She hadn't met his girlfriend and she didn't want to, either. They rarely discussed anything, except for which part of the body they'd like each other to bite.

    "Really." She arched an eyebrow, a statement, not a question. A man like him in the Queen's borough, lo and behold. "Well, I'm happy to have you," she said lightly. "Left cupboard, top shelf," Perdita added, nodding in that direction as he searched for the hard liquor. She was a champagne girl herself but she had a fully stocked bar, just in case people stopped over.

    Leaving the entrance way, she sat down at the table, pulling her long legs up and off the cool floor. When asked if she'd like a drink, she smiled. "Tea, please," she answered Charlie. "Milk, two sugars."

    Perdita scratched the back of her head and gave a gentle yawn, running her fingers through her swishy bob. "Not made any New Year resolutions, then?" She asked with a smile. She didn't bother with the bloody stupid things. She wasn't one to believe that anyone needed the new year to make a change within themselves. Although, she thought she could maybe do without so much casual sex. In fact, she thought she might have been Charlie's New Year's resolution. But here he was.

    "Thank you," she said as she took the cup from him, curling her fingers around the mug in a way that her grandmother would find most disgraceful. Pouting her lips, she blew across the surface of the hot liquid to cool it before taking a sip and coughing. "You put whiskey in this instead of milk, didn't you?" She accused him. "Stop trying to get me drunk, Charlie, you know my inhibitions are pretty loose at the best of times."
     

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    Re: each had a half of a king and queen seat [perdita]
    « Reply #4 on: February 14, 2018, 10:32:42 PM »
    Charlie offered Perdita a boyish grin when she responded to his question. He liked to think that it wasn’t only when he knocked on her door, but realistically he had no idea if Perdy thought about him at all when he wasn’t there. Out of sight, out of mind? He tended to operate like that, so it wouldn’t surprise him if other people did too.

    “I should think so,” Charlie looked at her, his brow raising in an expression that said he would expect nothing less than for her to be positively thrilled that he’d turned up uninvited in the middle of the night. The brunette reached for the cupboard she’d identified, his eyes glancing over various top shelf liquors before settling on a bottle of Jameson’s. A smirk spread across his lips. “This seems a bit out of place here,” he teased as he retrieved it, wondering if (or rather, assuming) she’d purposefully stocked the Irish whiskey after finding out it was his drink of choice. It wasn’t a poor drink, but it didn’t quite fit in with the likes of Belvedere, Remy Martin and Blue Label Johnnie Walker. Charlie wouldn’t say no to any of those, either, but he was vaguely aware that she might’ve supplied this more affordable option after a previous visit when Charlie had made a valiant attempt to drain her supply of booze. Smart, really.

    “Tea?” he repeated, acting offended by the suggestion of such a tame drink at this hour. He audibly sighed in disapproval before lifting the old fashioned kettle to check it had water in, setting it back down on the hob and pulling his wand out of his pocket to heat it. Charlie was not skilled with magic on the whole, but he could boil water without the use of electricity. He busied himself with finding a teabag, his back to her as he poured himself a generous glass of whiskey and slyly tipped some into her mug when she wasn’t looking – he really wanted her not to be fully sober. They never had sex sober, or, he was never sober – he didn’t actually know if Perdita needed the social lubrication in the way he did.

    “Not really, no.” He replied, pouring the hot water into the mug and stirring it with a teaspoon. Charlie couldn't keep promises at the best of times, so he'd never even entertained the idea of making a new year's resolution. “Don’t really believe in them.” He paused, scooping the teabag out and chucking it in the sink along with the spoon, “Why, have you?” He smirked at her as he passed her the mug, wondering what sort of resolution a woman like Perdita would have. "I hope it wasn't celibacy."

    Charlie took a sip of his whiskey, grinning against the glass as he held it there. He lowered it, trying not to smile, “No idea what you’re talking about.” He tongued the inside of his cheek, fixing her with a stare as he rested his behind on the edge of the table, entirely too close to her. “I mean, I know what you mean by your inhibitions being loose,” he smirked, lowering his voice “I was counting on it.”


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