She didn't tell him her name. Well, she was going to, but he stopped her. Teddy didn't want to know anything about her, beside what he found obvious, being that she was attractive, inebriated, and willing to act upon his every whim.
She moved toward him, her clear intent making up for her gracelessness. He couldn't help but admire her.
She was a redhead - natural or not, Teddy wasn't sure, but he was sure that he was soon to find out. She was tall and lanky, which brought a certain awkwardness to her appearance, but an ample bust kept her feminine and appealing in his eyes. Soft freckles dotted her face, bringing attention to her brown eyes. That was Teddy's one complaint. He didn't like brown eyes.
Her flat wasn't the most comfortable place. There was an irritating noise that he couldn't seem to escape. He thought it was sparsely decorated and blandly furnished, but she clearly had an eye for blankets. She had piles of the softest blankets Teddy had every touched, and he was quite pleased as they collapsed into them.
It might have been that they were both drunk, or maybe it was those wonderful blankets. She was a stranger to him, so perhaps that added to the intensity of the situation, but it was his firm belief that he'd never had such a talented partner.
When they were finished, he gathered his things and fixed to leave. She looked up at him with a smile.
"My name is Sarah, by the way," she said. "What's yours?"
He was startled that she was awake.
"Teddy. Well, Ted, I suppose."
"It's nice to meet you, Teddy." She reached out to him as a half-hearted attempt to shake hands.
"It's nice to meet you indeed. And I must ask - what, in the name of Merlin, is that bloody noise?"
She paused for a moment, as if to take in what he had asked, but then laughed. "Haven't you ever heard of an air conditioner before?"
He nodded as he found his way to the door. As he walked home, he decided that perhaps Muggle pubs were an excellent place to meet people.
