the new classic [erika]

"I don't know how many c*cks you have to suck to be less of a dick, but I suggest you get on that and move the f*ck out of my way." Hands on her hips, Blo SK stared at the man trying to tower over her. She was 5'9" in these heels, so the look that he was going for wasn't as dramatic as he'd hoped. Nevertheless, he sneered at her and opened his mouth as if he was about to sleep. Quickly, her hand rose up and interrupted this speech. "No. Move before this heel digs into your kneecap. CARTER!" She snapped to one of her friends, who brushed the drunk man out of her way. Smiling gratefully, she offered to buy the men surrounding her a round before she wandered through the crowd towards the bar.

It was December finally. Between Christmas, Jimmy's birthday, Sindri's birthday and her own, she was overwhelmed with happiness. And work. And this new potion regimen she was on. But, alas, she was at work.  Or had been. It wasn't often that she did a split shift at the club, but it'd been one of those nights where she wanted to do something to cater to those horrible song requests. If she had to play another Weird Sister's song, she'd punch someone in the ballsack. She had been overwhelmed with joy when her friend, Spark appeared to take over for her. Blo probably owed him a drink too. She was going to broke by the end of the night, but she really didn't care. She only brought as much money as she was willing to spend, so it wasn't like she was breaking the bank. and HELLO Employee discounts.

Tossing her long hair over her shoulder, she fingered the silky strands. It was odd, not having her hair in curls. It was tradition, every December she kept her hair bone straight. This same time last year, it'd been to the middle of her back. Right now, it touched her arse. Maybe she should cut it. No. Psh, she'd rather not hear her grandmother's mouth. Blodeuwedd, your hair She cringed at the image of Sioned's face turned up in despair. At this point, she found herself lucky that Sioned wasn't demanding her to go on dates. It'd been embarrassing enough when she'd hatched a plan to get Blo and Julian to date, but she was going to pull out all the eligible muggles, knowing damn well that Blo refused to give up magic for a good lay. Or a subpar lay. Who knew if one could satisfy her needs by look alone?

No use crying over that, she'd finally reached the bar. Standing on the tips of her toes, she waved at the bartender. "Love, I need a couple of rounds. Can I get the Specktronica? 12 double shots?" She kissed the man on the cheek, waving him off. Gold attracted her attention, and she let out a squeal. There was only one blond bombshell with an ass as fine as the one in front of her in all of the British Isles. As soon as she tried to get past the crowd to Ms. Erika Trickett, some drunk giant slid in her way. He fawned on Erika, and by the look of disgust on the woman's face, it wasn't mutual adoration.

Green dress shimmering in the light of the club, Blo slid in between them. A shimmery gold heel slid down and grounded most harshly on the toes of the man who'd she'd seperated from her friend. "Erika! I'm so glad you made it." She pressed her foot down harder, looking back at the man who's eyes were filled with tears. "You done, sh*tstain? She's with me." She snapped, watching him limp away before turning back to Erika with a broad smile. "Anyways! Let me buy you a drink. Or a bottle, and you can follow me up to VIP, yeah? Yeah." Waving to the bartender, she waited for him to walk back over to her.

"Might I say, that dress does wicked lovely things to your body. I don't think your ass has ever looked nicer." She supposed Erika would get offended if she gave it a little pat, so she refrained.

Party!

She loved parties. Maybe not partying but more the social gathering. She liked get togethers. She liked people. She liked loud music and dancing and laughter that was infectious. Besides, it was the party season. Now December, it seemed everyone had a party planned but she didn't have enough dresses. Erika was debating taking Lulu out one day to go shopping and she was sure her fashion-forward friend would enjoy spending all of her money. Not that she minded. What use was money if she had no one to spend it on?

In the middle of an unfamiliar club, she nodded her head to a vaguely familiar beat as her big blue eyes looked around. Her blonde hair had been cut recently, going from down her back to just below her collarbone. It was too much of a hassle. It took too long to shampoo, dry and style. Her hair was tied back into a sleek low ponytail at the base of her neck which was fashionable but also professional. She wasn't one of those club girls with big hair and too much make up. Her eyes wore mascara, eyeliner and a light smattering of copper coloured eye shadow, her lips were a deep, glossy red.

The tall blonde wore a white and cream form fitting dress which was modestly cut just above her knee. It was gorgeous. Cap sleeved and tight, it looked as though she had to pour her curves into it and wrestle with the zipper. It was tight but not at all slutty. She knew the occasion and she didn't want to advertise herself. She had more revealing outfits for those sorts of nights. It had little fish on it! Yay!

She'd already had a drink but it was warm in here. It was bustling and friendly and she offered smiles freely as she wiggled to the beat, bobbing her head in a carefree fashion. Christmas parties were fun. Erika had noticed that there were sprigs of mistletoe strategically placed around the club. Some on the ceiling, some on door ways, a couple even stuck directly to the bar. Outrageous!

Erika turned, about to go and find the friend that had invited her before she stopped abruptly, coming directly into contact with someone's chest. Oh. A guy. From the looks of him, he was older than her and highly inebriated. And he was holding mistletoe over his head, beer in one hand and wearing a smug grin. "You have to kiss me now," he slurred as he stepped closer, causing her to laugh. "Nah, don't think so," she replied briskly but he blocked her path again with his large frame.

"But it's the rules," he said again, shaking the mistletoe at her, growing impatient. "Don't care. Not gonna happen, I --" just then, he'd doubled over and the mistletoe came falling softly to the floor. Did he just whimper? Panicked, Erika looked over with wide eyes and let out a sigh of relief. Blo. Life saver.

The blonde snorted. "You're so poetic," she said dryly, watching as the man limped away. "Hello flower girl," she said fondly. "Thanks for inviting me. It looks great," she said, spreading her arms to try and encompass her surroundings. "Oooh great," she blabbered, clapping her hands together. "Could I have a Sex on the Beach, please?" The bartender smirked and Erika rolled her eyes.

"VIP?" she repeated with wide eyes. "You're amazing and you look lovely," she gushed, fondly fingering a jet black lock of Blo's poker straight her. "You suit green," she said with a smile before she laughed. "What? This old thing?" Erika teased, sliding her palms down her curve before flirtatiously wiggling at her friend, bumping her with one of her hips. Erika laughed again. "Thanks babe," she said breezily, sliding her hands over her bum absently. If she didn't know better, she'd think Blo was flirting with her. When she was handed her sunset coloured cocktail, she took a quick sip and moaned softy. "Oh yeah," she said. "That's the stuff. Yum," she took another one and nodded approvingly. "Happy early Christmas!" Erika called out, pulling Blo into an affectionate squeeze.

"You mentioned VIP?" she echoed, looking around and slurping her drink childishly. Looking up, she laughed to see a mistletoe hung to the ceiling right above her friend's head. Erika didn't think twice before leaning in and pecking her on the lips lightly. "Tradition's tradition," she cooed, flipping her hand through the air. "Onwards to the VIP lounge! Go go. Do they have mozzarella sticks in there? I'm starving."

Blo loved blondes.


...and brunettes, and redheads, and all those other hair colours. Right now, she was in love with blondes. Her eyes were wide and distracted as she looked Erika up and down. "Wow." She murmured dreamily, before grinning madly. "WE'RE SO GOOD LOOKING!" Fist pumping, Blo let out a loud victorious whoop before dancing in place. "I wish we'd been together just bit earlier. We could have probably gotten a free round for you." Tossing her hair dramatically, Blo winked at Erika's comment. "I am poetic. That's why they pay me the big bucks at the Prophet." Posing a little, Blo couldn't help but preen. "Hi lady Aphrodite, queen of my heart. It'll get better! Lots of good music, and dancing."

Leaning against the bar, Blo couldn't help but move her hips to the music. She wanted to dance, get on the dancefloor and lose herself in the music. Alas, the bartender was slow, and he hadn't even come back to get her other order.

"You suit naked, but I think what you have on suits you too!" Blo quipped happily, eyeing her companion one more time. "Your shoesssss." Blo made an almost orgasmic moan, eyeing them up. God, Erika had the best taste in footwear. "You have the most ridiculous closet. Thanks for letting me borrow these." She mentioned, pointing towards her gold heels. "There is something about a pair of heels that makes my arse look great." She wiggled in place. She was covered in all things shiny, and what could be better.

Oh.

Right.

That.

Blo blinked rapidly when Erika kissed her, before her eyes rolled up to the mistletoe. Bless it. What a tradition. She'd never wanted to kiss a plant ever, but she believed that mistletoe might be the best flower/berry/whatever it was that she'd ever seen in her life. In her mind, she was composing an ode to mistletoe. It went a long to whatever song was playing, and quite horrible, but give her time and mistletoe would be worshiped forever more. "Right! VIP. OI! WHERE ARE MY DRINKS?" She almost bellowed, before beaming at the bartender who handed her a tray of shots and a golden bottle. She handed him a stack of coins with a generous tip, holding both bottle and tray in the air.

"Follow me!" She said, wading through the people. Every so often she looked back to make sure that Erika was behind her as they walked up the stairs. She led Erika to the squishy velvet couch that was her couch, and waiting for them. Passing out drinks, she plopped next to Erika. In her hand, she held a glass of a passionfruit/mango smoothie with a flower as decoration. Stirring it lightly, she took a sip and hummed. "OH! Right! You said something about food?" She reached over to the table and handed a menu made out of black stock card with silver writing. "Their cheese sticks are to die for, and so is their calamari. MM. Food. Just tap the thing with your wand, and it'll notify the kitchen~! There are some hot waiters here. "

Erika blushed again. She felt awful. She hadn't really put that much effort into her appearance. If she had, she would have curled her hair and painted her nails. At least she'd waxed? She sort of wished she hadn't a little bit. It was so cold outside, she'd been shivering like a Chihuahua when she got outside.  She didn't even get that much attention from men so getting all this from Blo made her feel both flattered and a little bit confused. "You do at least," she said, admiring the shorter girl at arms length. She had a great rack. Hang on. Was she on the turn?

Her friend's enthusiasm was infectious and she felt herself grinning along, cocking her head to the side curiously. Erika winced. "I'm so sorry," she said apologetically. "I'm always late for everything. It's becoming a real problem," she frowned. "But I don't mind paying," she said breezily. Her recent trip to Africa and her haul of gold meant she had a nice little bonus, just in time for Christmas. "Damn right they do," she was quick to add. Blo was great.

"It's good already," she laughed, eyes sparkling in the low light. "You certainly know how to throw a party. Don't let me mother get a hold of you," she warned with a roll of her eyes again. "She'd enlist you as a party planner, whether you like it or not. She's very persuasive for such a short woman." Her father was terrified of her. It was hilarious.

Her shoes? "Oh anytime!" Erika said brightly as she waved her hands at Blo. "They look better on you. You can have them if you want to," she said with a smile. Erika's clothes varies wildly. She much preferred to live in combat boots and jeans but her all time favourite thing to wear were saris. They were beautiful with all of the silk and beading, the chiffon and the drama. Everyone looked at a woman in a floor length red sari. She wasn't Indian but she loved the culture. She'd been there many a time. "You should come over and borrow some stuff one day."

As Blo mentioned her bum, Erika dropped and looked at it, letting out a wolf whistle. "That's impressive," she said softly, eyes wide. It really was. The colour of her dress really complimented her skin tone. She was a bit jealous, actually. Erika was an English rose; pale and freckled. Prone to sunburn and birth marks. Her skin was alabaster. She had Queen Elizabeth the First skin.

As Blo yelled, Erika clapped her hands over her ears tightly. "Bloody Hell," she grumbled as she grimaced. Shots? Uh-oh. Erika had really tried to cut down on  her drinking. First the night with her Uncle Jorund and then the night with Alicia, her liver was taking a damned good kicking. Oooh, they were off again.

Erika followed closely and clumsily, her eyes being pulled left and right as they rested on various eligible men. She wasn't in the market for a boyfriend. Or a one night stand. She had Murphy who she hadn't seen in weeks. And she had Èdouard. Well she didn't have him but she'd be lying if she said he hadn't stirred some feelings within her. Maybe it was the club. Everyone looked attractive in a club with its dingy lighting and alcoholic drinks. It wasn't the time to be thinking about that.

Erika managed to get up the stairs but it was slow going. Her dress was tight and it restricted her movements, causing her to let out a low grumble and a swear word as she finally managed to get to the top and promptly flopped on a rather comfortable sofa. Oooh. Yeah. She took the menu and read it, her eyes wide as they stared at Blo. "You're kidding," she stated, her jaw dropping. "This is the best thing ever!" She exclaimed, bouncing in her seat and picking up her wand and swiftly tapping the mozzarella stick option with wonder.

Hot waiters? "Where?" Erika asked with wide eyes, the menu forgotten. "Can I order one off this thing?" she joked with a grin, taking a sip of her sunset coloured drink again. "How have you been?" she asked gently, turning so she could see her friend properly with another smile. "Thanks for inviting me. Oooh do they have French fries?" she asked, her attention being pulled again.