you're my favorite kind of night [celeste]

"Oi, mate? What was that?"

Ksenia Szwarc's eyes narrowed as she leaned closer to the man that was in front of her, dark eyebrows furrowing and her lips pulling themselves into a sort of pout. "I don't think I heard you. Repeat it," She told him in a louder voice, trying to speak over the music loudly playing through the club. In truth, Ksenia had heard exactly what he said - something about her haircut and the fact that she wasn't dressed in the 'proper female club attire'. What even was 'proper female club attire' anyways? If she was a female, and she wore clothing to the club, it was proper attire. Although, Ksenia supposed there was a reason she didn't like hanging out with men anymore. "Say it to my face, mate." Her words were much harsher this time, much more demanding.

The twenty five year old took a step forward, her chin tilting upwards in the hopes that she would seem taller to the seemingly six foot something man in front of her. Ksenia wasn't short by any means - but standing next to some six foot something made her feel subpar. Ksenia Szwarc wasn't subpar - she wasn't supposed to feel subpar, either. She was a goddess, she was amazing, she was - "Back off mate," The Polish woman said, her eyebrows raising as he stepped close enough to bump her. "I'll lay you out flat -"

Ksenia only stopped when her arm was grabbed by one of the friends she'd come to the club with, her body pulled back before she could even utter her next word. His words, whispered into her ear, echoed in her mind as she glared forward at the man she was in a tiff with. You don't wanna get kicked out, he'd said. The night is young.

Ksen supposed he was right - she hadn't even had shots yet, only a few drinks here and there. She'd only just ordered her fourth drink when an all too familiar head of bright blonde hair appeared down the bar, causing a huge smile to plaster itself on her face. "Celeste!" Ksenia shouted, pushing her way through the people at the bar to get to her oldest friend. "Celeste, you didn't tell me you were coming out tonight. I would've dressed up," Ksenia leaned forward to whisper into her friend's ear as she pulled her in for a hug. A tattooed hand rest on the blonde woman's back as she pulled away from the embrace. "Let me buy you a drink."

Music thumped around her like the rhythmic beat of a heart. One stiletto clad foot tapped along nervously to the beat as Celeste leaned against the counter waiting for her drink. It had been a while since she'd been out to a place like this, full of sweaty desperate bodies grinding against each other as they lost themselves to the music. This used to be her hunting ground, her favorite form of escape but now it just felt foreign and slightly uncomfortable. Her newest client was the owner of the club and had begged her to let him treat her to a night out as thanks for his wife's new wardrobe. Celeste needed the night out away from everything and ended up agreeing. However,now as she was pushed between the sweaty young witches and wizards around her, clamoring for a bartender she was beginning to regret her choice.

She tapped her perfectly manicured nails against the bar top, glaring daggers at the bartender who she'd ordered a martini from over fifteen minutes ago. If this wasn't her clients establishment she'd have hexed the bugger by now to hurry it up. "I've met snails faster than you!" She growled and leaned further over. There was a time when she just needed to throw one little smile to a handsome bloke across from her and she'd have all the drinks she wanted by the end of the night. Where had she gone wrong?

Suddenly she heard her name and her head swung around. Eyes widened as they centered on Ksenia and her heart began to flutter. "Ksen is that you?" Celeste wrapped her arms around her old friend, smiling shining with happiness. "It was a last minute decision, but now i'm happy I did. How have you been? And how in the bloody hell have you been able to get a drink from one of these bartenders? I'm dying of thirst."

"It's meeee," Ksenia sang, her signature chipper smile plastered across her face as she met the eyes of Celeste. She didn't know when the last time she'd seen her friend was - it hadn't been years, but it hadn't been yesterday, either. She had so much she'd wanted to ask the older girl - things about her daughter and things about her job, how things had been going and if she'd maybe heard from her father lately (she was only wondering because she'd gotten a letter from her own father the other day - something about how he was having a horrible time in Azkaban - like that was her fault?) and a few other things that had started to slip her mind.

The Polish girl nodded as her friend kept talking, her eyes going down to her friend's lips to try and make sure she caught every word that was coming out of Celeste's mouth. "I'm happy you did too," Ksenia leaned in to make sure Celeste could hear her, her lips brushing against the British girl's ear. "I've been pretty good, how've you been?" She asked, before leaning back, away from Celeste's face.

"You gotta be mean, I think," Ksenia told her, her eyes landing on the bartender that seemed to be walking past them at a rather quick pace. "Being mean gets you things, in this day and age." The twenty five year old slammed her hand down on the counter as she shouted to speak with Celeste, hoping to get the attention of the bartender she'd previously gotten her drink from. "Oi, mate, I think we need a drink down here," She called out, this time addressing the person that was making the drinks. "I wan't a... friggen drink, over here!" Ksen called out. She'd almost started yelling again when someone had finally approached them, her eyes narrowing as she smiled at the guy across the bar.

"Thanks, so listen, my friend here," Ksenia's hand pressed against Celeste's back. "Has been waiting for her drink for an awfully long time, and I swear to Merlin if she doesn't get her drink in a timely matter, I'll burn your eyebrows off." She leaned in, her voice lowering as she spoke the bartender in front of  her. After her little tirade, Ksenia turned back to her blonde friend, her lips pulling back in a genuine smile. "Like that, see?"

Celeste spun her fingers through several locks of hair and smiled brilliantly as she watched Ksenia do what she did best, take charge. Growing up Celeste has always had this vision of how a woman should act and dress. She had been taught to stereotype women into weak elegant creatures who needed constant saving. It wasn't until she had to come into her own as a strong independent woman, that she realized how wrong those archaic ideals really were. It may have also helped a little that there was nothing like a strong confident woman to really lubricate her gears. Perhaps that was why whenever she saw Ksenia, being Ksenia, her heart fluttered a billion miles an hour. She let out a giggle as she watched her attractive friend threaten the bartender. Whether it was by her or Ksen, the bloke would lose some body part by the end of the night if he didn't get his act together.

"Oh I see, I was going to threaten to chop of an ear, but I love the idea of singing those bushy eyebrows off as well. You kill me love. Now," Celeste drew a finger across one of Ksenia's exposed tattoos. "You are going to update me on everything i've missed within your life the last few months and I refuse to let you spare any details what so ever." The blonde had really missed her childhood friend and felt a deep joy that she'd get to spend even a little time with her. It was difficult for the two to get together lately. Celeste had been so caught up working hard to open hew shop in London that she wasn't seeing much of anyone these days. She had to take whatever chances she had to exercise her socializing muscles. 

The frigthened and winded bartender quickly placed their drinks in front of them and scampered away without asking for payment. Celeste drew the elderberry martini to her lips and snorted. "I don't believe i've ever had such speedy service.

"Awww," The twenty six year old let her mouth fall into a pout as she stared back at the blonde in front of her. "Now I wish I would have threatened to chop his ear off - I could have done up my accents, 'cause don't you Brits find us Slavics scary or something?" Ksenia asked, brushing her hand through her hair as she raised an eyebrow at Celeste.

Celeste was just so... pretty. Ksenia couldn't help staring at her at times - her eyes catching the shimmer of her hair or the curve of her backside at times, although she knew it was wrong. Celeste was the girl she assumed every girl wanted to be growing up - overly gorgeous, great curves and all. Maybe that's why she liked the British girl so much. Ksenia's type was feminine - anyone who was soft and looked like they wanted to be thrown around a bit attracted Ksenia, although she could stand for a dominant partner every once in a while. She did have to change things up now, didn't she?

"I don't really have any stories to tell! I think you know everything about me, if we're being honest." She told the blonde, reaching out to tuck a piece of stray hair behind her friend's ear. "But if you're so adamant about the details, I've been waking up at around seven each morning, maybe earlier if I have to go into the Ministry, you know, to be a badass, and I've been working - sometimes I'll be playing songs and cracking jokes about people I've seen, but sometimes I'll be locking up the bad guys, you know," Ksenia paused to give her friend a smile. "At around 7 each night, no matter where I am, I've been eating dinner - no lunch, though, cause I'm always forgetting lunch -" She licked her lips and let her eyes meet Cel's. "Or did you want the details spared?"

The smile on Ksenia's face only grew when Celeste was brought her drink, a small noise of celebrating errupting from the Hit Witch's mouth. "Amazing!" She said, taking a drink from her own cup. "Now, can we dance?"

There was something about Ksenia that made it impossible for Celeste to do anything but smile and laugh. As she listened to the way described her day and observed the lavish look her friend was giving her Celeste couldn't help feeling giddy. "I prefer you never spare me the details Ksen. In fact, i'm thoroughly disappointed you didn't describe what clothes you were wearing and how many times you slayed a foe with your debonair smile." Celeste leaned seductively against the bar, attempting not to melt at the brief touch she was offered. Composure girl, she's your friend, not a cheesecake....but it's been so long since we've had cheesecake or any baked goods for that matter. I'm pretty sure the bakery is more of a bat cave by now. Celeste sighed inwardly, now was not the time to think about that.

As Ksen uttered the magic word of 'dance,' Celeste entwined her arms through Ksen's and began dragging the two out. "You don't have to tell me twice. Now come show me your moves!" Moving them quickly through the throng of sweaty bodies Celeste found some empty space and pulled Ksen against herself, rocking her hips back and forth to the music. "I expect some skill from you sweet cheeks."

"Oh, if you want those details...." Ksenia paused, pursing her lips while she tried to think about what she was wearing the past few months. "I think it's mostly been the same - I've probably worn floral prints about seven times, hoodies a few, but that's only when I'm not out saving the world - mostly jeans or slacks but I did find this really comfortable pair of really great sweats." She went on, letting out a laugh as she ran her pointer finger over her bottom lip. "And I don't think I've ever killed anyone with my smile, but I'm overly thankful that you think it's debonaric." She said, shooting a wink at her friend.

Ksenia recalled the time when she'd first realized she had a crush on the older girl - she was around seven or eight years old and Ksenia loved being with her. Ksen still loved being with Cel, but she was sure that schoolgirl crush had died down. For some reason, however, she still felt like she'd wanted to kiss the blonde every now and again, although she supposed that was common when the Cain girl was spotted.

"I'm not gonna say I'm a good dancer, cause I know I'd be lying," Ksenia pulled her lips up to Celeste's ear as she brought her free hand to the blonde's waist, gripping it slightly as she moved her hips with Cel's. "But I'm not gonna say I'm a bad dancer either." She told her, pulling back slightly to give the girl a wink. After shoving her half-finished drink to some party goer next to her, Ksenia let her other hand settle on Celeste's other hip, making sure not to grip her too tightly. She didn't want to hurt Celeste, after all.