ready to paint the town [perdy]

"So he showed up drunk to your flat, cursing at you on your stoop, you let him stay over, and then he took you to Edinburgh the next day to a shady shop in some crooked alley and gave you cursed jewelry?" Tara neatly summed up after hearing the latest from Perdy's boy toy that she absolutely hated just by the sound of him. "Why are you still giving him the time of day again? He's a douchebag."

Yeah, it didn't make sense, but she was nudging her friend two seconds later when the bartender came closer. "Another round of shots," Tara called with a flirty smile. They had already gotten one free round of drinks from a couple of wizards who thought they had game and sure, Tara had accepted them, but had promptly sent them on their way moments later with a few snarky comments. It was a girl's night out and yes, they obviously had more than enough money to pay for their own drinks, but where was the fun in that.

Wearing black and leather with a colorful top that showed her belly button piercing, she and the bombshell that was Perdita Bloom really did stand out in the dingy, hole in the wall bar Tara had taken her too. But they had been her for under an hour and already she was bored. "Wait, do you still work at that burlesque place? Can you get us in?" she asked as she handed a shot to Perdita with a grin.

@Perdita Bloom

"I mean, when you put it like that…"

Perdita winced. Having her screwed up dating life, laid out in black and white in front of her, made for uncomfortable viewing. On paper, it seemed absolutely insane. Torrence didn't treat her terribly but he also didn't treat her that well. There was only so much that jewellery could do. She wrinkled her nose in distaste, both at Tara's examination of her "relationship" and the amount of people pressed up against her.

"Great sex?" Perdy answered with a grin, voice raised over the noise of the bar. "I know, I know," she lamented, holding her hands up in surrender, a shot glass hanging precariously from her long fingers. "I'm going to call it off, Scout's honour," she swore to Tara, crossing her heart and holding up a three-fingered salute and mixing up her promises in the process. It wasn't like she hadn't tried to end things with Torrence because she had. He was just like a bad penny or a nasty case of thrush - he just kept coming back.

Shots? "Tequila!" Perdy called out, head bopping along to the music before she blew a kiss to the men in the corner who had previously bought them drinks, her slinky dress sparkling in the lights. She dipped her head to be closer to Tara's so she could hear before she downed her shot and shook her head.

"Nah," she went on. "I don't but I can still get you in," she winked, lifting her glass to Tara in a salute before she swallowed. Pulling a face, she wiped her mouth on the back of her hand before she coughed. Swaying on her high heels, she pulled her friend closer, an arm around her shoulder. "I'm out tonight," Perdita went on, her posh accent slipping slightly as she dropped her T. "To find someone else who's gonna make me forget all about Torrence Regan," she told Tara seriously, reaching out to poke her friend in the nose.

"Because he doesn't deserve me," Perdita announced, chest puffed out. "And I'm gonna find someone who does want to date me and make me breakfast and doesn't say that I'm trying to "trap him"," she went on, using air quotes as she spoke, using a very convincing and deep Irish accent. "Trap him!" She snorted. "Me? I'm a twelve out of ten. What a knob."

"Amen to that, at least," Tara told Perdy with an arched brow, but that one teeny factor didn't exactly change her mind. "You can get so much better, Perdy," she said bluntly before she let her gaze drop purposely down at her friend's slinky dress that shimmered in the lights. They were very different, in most ways honestly, but the moment Tara had seen Perdita putting one of the schmoozing men in their place that usually frequented their family parties, Tara was sold. And she had done so with such elegance and class before giving him the finger? It was too bad that phase in her life had only lasted a short time otherwise she would've absolutely stepped up to the plate for the full out pissing content against the dbag Perdy was currently 'with.'

Perdy promised she was going to call it off and Tara gave her an amused look. Knowing, but amused. "I'll believe it when I see it," she said before she bumped her hip against Perdy's.

As her friend blew a kiss to someone, Tara peered around her shoulder, seeing the men who had bought them drinks so Tara threw them a smile before tossing her hair over her shoulder and throwing back her shot. It burned on the way down and made her shiver, but in the way that she wanted a few more just then to make her feel really alive.

Tara swayed with Perdy, she could feel the music in her bones, the warmth of Perdy's body close to her own, feeling tipsy on the alcohol but still wanting more. She felt fucking invincible and as Perdy let out tonight's mantra, Tara nodded and then nodded again, adding in little "hell yeah!"s and "mhmm!"s with each statement, shortly followed by a "He said that?" Trap him? Merlin, she needed a new guy ASAP. If Niles wasn't dating some new chick, she would've tried to set up Perdy with her brother. Then again, her brother was a bit of a knob too so. "Babe, you're like a fifteen!" Tara said, her arm wrapped around Perdy's waist, moving closer so that her friend could hear her over the noise of the bar.

"Want to go to your old club?" Tara asked before an idea occurred to her and she pulled back, her green eyes dancing wildly with mischief. "Or should we pay that knob a little visit?" she suggested, and she didn't have anything good in mind.

Perdita wrinkled her nose in disagreement. Tara was right but dating was exhausting. It was a lot of effort, just to be left disappointed by the end of the night. Times were changing. Modern dating was different these days. No one really wanted to commit and she herself was guilty of that. She hadn't even really had a boyfriend. No one had said they'd wanted to be with her and that suited her fine. Only, she had a year - two tops - before her parents would start applying pressure in order for her to consider settling down and think about marriage. Did she want to keep wasting time with Torrence, even if she liked it?

Tara's comment echoed that of Mary's and it caused her to sigh. "Honestly," Perdita went on, bold as brass, digging herself into a deeper hole. "We're not getting anywhere," she admitted to her friend. The "relationship" hadn't progressed. It had just become more intense. Perdita was also tired of defending Torrence against her friends' accusations when she knew he wouldn't do the same for her.

"He's kind of a dick," she admitted to Tara as she bopped her head along to the music. Unfortunately, boys in leather jackets with commitment phobia were Perdy's type. Their argument had been weeks ago now but it still kept her up at night sometimes. She'd thought it was unfair. All she'd asked for was an understanding, so that they were on the same page. Torrence had stated that he "didn't do relationships" but he was the one holding her hand and remembering her birthday and showing up whenever she needed him. It was no wonder she was confused all the time.

"I don't want to think about it," Perdita admitted to Tara before she laughed. "You're such a flirt," she teased, lifting a hand to slick her hair back from her forehead. This wasn't Hogwarts. Perdy was a grown ass woman and she needed to start acting like it.

The club? "Yes," she replied quickly, dropping her hand to grab Tara's as they inched their way through the gyrating crowd before she stopped. There was a second of hesitation and it showed on her pretty face. Perdita had drunk champagne, tequila, vodka and something cherry flavoured so her Dutch courage was blinding.

"He won't be home," she informed Tara, her voice raised over the music. Torrence would be out, finding someone else to warm his bed if she didn't. He'd be at a bar similar to this one, in his awful black boots with that devastating smirk, buying someone else a drink. The idea made Perdy's stomach twist as a wave of nausea hit her and she couldn't discern if it was the alcohol or the emotionally unavailable Potioneer that was making her feel that way.

"You know what?" The tall brunette asked her friend, turning to face her suddenly, hands on Tara's shoulders with a tipsy grin. "Bollocks to it," she stated simply. "Let's go." With that, Perdita led the way out of the bar and stepped outside, the cooler night air hitting her around the face like a smack and causing her to wobble on her heels. It definitely wasn't safe for either woman to apparate but she dragged Tara with her anyway, landing with an oof! in an elegant street.

"Ow," she hissed, her ankle twisting in her ridiculous shoes as she held onto Tara for support, looking like a newly born foal. With her head up, Perdy blew at a lock of her dark hair as she squinted in the glow of the streetlamps. "This way," she announced, pointing with a long index finger, falling into step beside the brunette. "What're we gonna do?" Perdita asked, her perfect diction slipping. "Put dog poo through his letterbox?"

((so sorry for the delay <333))

"Yeah, don't," Tara agreed immediately. Why spend their night lamenting about fucktards like the guy Perdy was 'kind of' seeing when they could be having fun? She grinned at her friend and blew her a playful kiss. Perdy's old burlesque club was always a fun time too. If Tara was more coordinated in that department, she might be tempted herself to get on stage, but she didn't have the balls for that. At least she hadn't been drunk enough to try it.. yet. She laughed darkly at herself as she imagined someone trying to pull her off stage, yeah that'd probably be more likely. Perdy though? She was a sight to behold on stage and Tara wondered if she would make a one night reprise.

Or they could just be catty in the back and talk about all the girls Perdy had hated working with and why. Equally as fun.

Tara was slipping through the crowd, holding Perdy's hand in hers and fighting against the gyrating mass when she felt her friend stopped. She tugged a little, leaning more into the back of a man who she thought was blocking Perdy's way, but with a glance back, she saw something different in her expression. Something flickered across her friend's face but it was gone before she could decipher it. Or maybe it had just been the flashing lights of the dance floor making her see things. "He what?" she shouted over the music before her eyes widened slightly, a grin curling up her lips as Perdy's hands landed on her shoulders and she could smell the alcohol on her breath.

Bollocks to it. Let's go. "Really?" Tara breathed, her eyes flashing with dark delight. But honestly she wasn't giving Perdy any second chances to rethink because this was the best idea she had had all night and there was a strong need to take revenge on this piss poor example of a man that Perdy had fallen for. "Let's go then," she said and they were stumbling together out of the packed room and apparating minutes later.

The glow of the streetlamps made Perdy's hair look like burnished copper, but Tara was more concerned with them staying upright as the other woman pointed them in the right direction. "The knob lives here?" It wasn't a half bad neighborhood. With the way Perdy was describing him, Tara expected a hole in the wall or something. Her brows flew up and she coughed through a laugh as she grinned at her friend with her posh accent. "You want to do what with dog shit? No," she replied just as easy. "Have you never gotten back at an ex before? With your taste in men, I'd be surprised," Tara added, a devilish gleam in her eye as she teased playfully.

Dublin was cold and wet and with the lack of clothes she was wearing, Perdita shivered. The tequila was keeping her warm but like always, once her feet got cold, it was game over. It must be the alcohol because she'd sworn that she'd never let Torrence know how she was feeling, ever again. She squinted and wrinkled her nose in distaste. Were those street lamps always so bright?

At Tara's question, the tall brunette nodded. "It's gorgeous," Perdita moped. Torr's flat was stunning, the neighbourhood was leafy and quiet and on the right side of the Liffey. She shrugged. "He's got loads of money," Perdy went on. "No idea what he spends it on, though," she pondered. Perdita left out the fact that he routinely bought her dinner and dresses and jewellery and holidays. She also neglected to tell Tara exactly how she knew how much money Torrence had at his disposal. She cleared her throat.

Perdita had thought the classic dog poo prank would have been funny and she shrugged to show as much. She made her way down the street painstakingly slow, trying her best to avoid any dips in the cobbles but it looked as though she was wading through molasses - slow and ungainly.

"Ha!" Perdy replied with a snort of laughter. "Me? Revenge? Oh, never," she told Tara cooly before she sighed. "Nope," she went on. "I've never had an ex. I've never really had a boyfriend," she explained, stopping suddenly so she could pull off the set of false lashes off her left eye and gave a sigh of pleasure at the relief it offered her.

Quickly, she let out a noise of disagreement. "They're not all bad," she huffed, tossing her glossy hair back haughtily. Admittedly, they weren't great. Perdita had gone from casual one night stands, to falling in love with an engaged musician, to then becoming embroiled in an intense pseudo- relationship with someone who could barely tolerate her. She let out a grunt of annoyance. Suddenly, her shoes were too painful and her eyelashes were too irritating and she was making poor choices and Torrence Regan was the root of all fucking evil.

"I should vandalise his flat," Perdita announced with conviction as she nodded in agreement, thinking this was the best plan ever and there couldn't possibly be any sort of consequences from her actions. "What about "this person can't deal with their emotions" or "terrified of intimacy" or just a plain "the person who lives here is a cockwomble"," Perdy went on, eyes bright as she spread her hands, trying to envision the outcome. "In like, a lime green or something.  All he does is wear black and smirk," she huffed, despite enjoying the energy he projected.