honeybear. fflur

Broad shoulders shimmied under the familiar comfort of the elegant feather boa that Luc Bastien had produced from underneath the bar. He moved with a particular ease as he sashayed through the crowd of witches and wizards who were boogying in their finest attire, just as he enforced as the door rules for his establishment. They were right in the middle of a show at The Blind Pig and the owner was not immune to the charm of the party, even if it happened to have broken out just after five in the afternoon when majority of the corporate wizards and wizards were making their arrivals. The place was a strange mixture of day and night, evenly split between the day-drinkers and those just starting their Friday night.

Luc strutted around, wrapping the boa around strangers one by one and forcing them to loosen up. "Lo-lo-lolaaaaaa," He sang out to the tune of the music as his sour faced bartender and personal wrangler caught his eye from the other side of the bar. "You get out here!" The owner insisted with an excited and borderline impatient hop. "C'mooooon," He groaned dramatically, waving to her to come into the crowd. When it became clear that she was having none of his behaviour, Luc threw himself over the bar, sliding and falling right into her. "Whoops!" He grinned and steadied himself with both hands on her shoulders."Would you cheer up, little pup?" He poked her dimple pleasantly and turn back to the crowd. Just then, a peroxide blonde at the end of the bar caught his attention.

It couldn't be her. Fflur Blevins, in no capacity was sitting before his eyes with her chin rested in her hand, a cigarette propped in her mouth, and that damned all-knowing smile pointed in his direction. Luc physically took a step backward and nearly fell into Lola again. He attempted to recall what herbs he had had cooked up that morning in order to defend the fact that may indeed have been hallucinating but all signs were pointing to the fact that this may have been real. The woman he single handedly destroyed Paris with all those years before was now in his city for once in the tenured relationship. "Mademoiselle Blevins?"  He slid to the corner of the bar and snatched the cigarette from her lips, taking a long drag as if to ensure that he was not in some alternate universe.

"Mademoiselle Blevins in New York City? It can't be!" He delicately placed the smoking object back in between her lips and touched the side of her cheek, recoiling upon realising that the flesh was, without a doubt, in his plane of existence. "Tell me, honeybear, is the world ending out there?" Luc prodded dramatically, his ever hazy gaze finally breaking it's stare to look to the ceiling although there were definitely no windows in The Blind Pig. "Get your ass over here," He didn't allow Fflur the chance and threw himself over the bar, pulling her into an embrace, his lips reaching each cheek with practiced ease.

Two months of constant work and routine had grossly underprepared Fflur Blevins for the summer holiday. The routine was there, of course, but it was a routine of nothing much at all. Sleeping late, staying up later, half heartedly planning lessons for the upcoming term, roaming the sparsely populated halls of her now home of Hogwarts, flying around the pitch when no one was watching, almost nightly trips to Hogsmeade.

The nothing much was becoming too much.

Waking up and deciding to skip town was really nothing new for the Welsh woman, though the next town she was usually skipping to was usually closer. Still, showing up unannounced in New York City was well worth the trouble of going through the proper channels of securing a portkey. She had never been to the Blind Pig, but it didn't take too much work on her part to find just where, exactly, it was. She had no real idea of what time it was as she strolled down the street, her leather jacket and cigarette combination fitting in well with whatever neighborhood she had found herself in.

Fflur settled into a seat at the end of a bar, sure she wouldn't have to seek out Luc to find him. She hadn't even had time to order a drink, a glass of soda water just to give her hands something to hold on to, before her theory was proven right. She sat there in silence, chin in her hand, and a permanent smirk on her lips as she watched him clamor over the bar; it didn't take him more than a few seconds to notice her and she threw up her hand to give a small wave and a wiggle of her fingers.

She missed her cigarette for the few seconds that Luc had it and was more than pleased when he returned it to her. “Surprise,” she said with a thick French accent, trying her best to keep her excitement out of her voice, not wanting to make it too obvious how thrilled she was to see him. She unpropped her chin and removed her cigarette, this time of her own volition, letting it rest momentarily on the edge of the ashtray and allowing herself to properly smile. Now she was happy she hadn’t warned him ahead of time, sure her presence wouldn’t have warranted such a response if she had announced it.

"It's already over," she announced, sliding off of her stool just in time to be pulled into a tight hug. She returned his kisses on tiptoes, letting her hands rest on his waist before pulling him down onto the stool next to hers. "This," she waved her hands around in the air, motioning to the rest of the room, "Is fantastic." There were only a couple of places she could think of that surpassed this bar in terms of easy elegance, but they were all the way in Paris. She picked her cigarette back up and finished it off quickly, smirking as she looked around again. "I always thought you were full of it when you were trying to tell me about this place. Almost too good to be true."

A French accent. "My Merlin, Almighty, " A french accent! Luc deliberately stumbled into his stride and clutched a hand to chest as his words escaped his lips in an exaggerated mimic of the Southern twang he was raised amongst. If there was anything that Fflur Blevins knew how to do best, finding his weakness' and subtly playing into them had to be top ten on the list. At least, that was the selfish conclusion that the wizard had come to.

Luc leaned into the embrace between the two of them, closing the space between the bodies with an ease that came all too comfortably. Although he and Fflur had never spent more than a week together at any given time, there was no doubt that their every fibre knew the others' very well. "Thank you," He replied earnestly as his eyes following her gaze that explored every crevice of the establishment. Luc shrugged his shoulders matter-of-factly. "Maybe it's something to do with the end of world," The man shimmied his shoulders and found his own seat by way of her guidance. "A figment of the imagination,"  He cooed with a wave of his hand perfectly in sync with the wiggle of his brows.

"Nothing is too good to be true, ma chérie," Luc pulled the blonde woman's stool toward him so that she was directly between the tangle of his long legs that were clad in mustard yellow corduroy pants. "Except, perhaps, that you have made made the journey to land of the free," He offered, resting his chin in his hand that met the bar at his elbow. "Are you evading the law?" He suddenly got serious and inched closer. "If so, you've come to the right place," He pretended to whisper but ended up shouting over the sound of the music that was pumping through the very walls themselves.

"Stay here!" He suddenly piped up, his mouth following the lead of his brain, no questions asked. With Luc, everything that popped into his mind was fair game to be public, and he would have it no other way. "We've got plenty of rooms," He explained excitedly. "Even one with a mirror on the ceiling," He covered his mouth in jest, referencing a particularly shady trip they had taken to Amsterdam many a moon previous. 

Fflur returned the eyebrow wiggling gesture, smirk widening to a grin as she was pulled closer to him, enjoying all too much how he called her ma chérie. Her hands found his legs easily and she drummed her fingers on the fabric in time to the beat of the music. “It was bound to happen eventually,” she offered the easiest explanation for her sudden appearance. “If only. I was bored.” She would almost welcome evading the law as that would at least give her something to do. But now that he mentioned it, he probably would have been the first person she would seek out if that had been the case, and now that she had seen where she could hide, it definitely wouldn’t be the worst case scenario.

“Oh?” She did her best to sound surprised at the suggestion to stay here, though all along it had been her intention to do exactly that. “If you insist, I suppose I could cancel my other plans.” But she smirked, knowing full well that he would be able to see right through her. He had always had that innate ability to cut through her bullshit. She slipped her pack of cigarettes from her jacket pocket and fumbled with it long enough to secure herself another one.

She let it dangle between her lips as she fished for her lighter, smirking as she worked. “Whatever could that be useful for?” She quirked an eyebrow as she exhaled, her free hand resuming its place on Luc’s leg. She knew exactly what it was for and why he was mentioning it; she had always been fond of birthdays and that day in Amsterdam had been quite the memorable one. The parts of it she could remember, anyway.

Offering her cigarette to the man across from her, Fflur took another glance around the room. “Is the party winding down or starting up?” She took a quick look down at her watch, but it was still set for Scotland and she wasn’t about to do math. She was sure it was just getting started, but was hopeful that her question was enough to encourage Luc to go overboard trying to impress her.