"The table near the door, I think she's definitely into you, Nique."
"Nah, I saw her making moon eyes at the aurors' table. Not my type anyway, Jamie. And, it's getting late, go find your girlfriend to suck face with and stop trying to set me up with every other hot pair of legs you see."
James Potter threw his head back and laughed. It had become a sort of tradition for him to come with his cousin to Diagon Alley every other Saturday at the Leaky Cauldron. It was, as he liked to call their guys' night out.
Being currently off the table, he had dutifully slept into the role of the wingman. That being said, he was getting a bit tired of it seeing that the said available person had no interest in getting the act up.
"I bet you ten galleons," he said after a while, "that I'll be going home with you wailing to the barman about how you'll stay an eternal maiden, again."
Dominique stared down at the empty glass in her hand. James Potter, the eternal bachelor was a taken man. And it was all her fault. Charlotte was a great girl and they were happy together but she missed her best friend.
Her eyes scanned over the room, carefully arranging her expression into one of boredom. She wasn't bored, far from it, but that's what drew people in. And that was her intention.
She waved and grinned at Cassia Shorett from across the bar. Nice arse, pity she didn't take that to be a compliment.
"Fine," said James abruptly, nearly causing her to spill ice cubes down her favourite cocktail dress, "I bet twenty galleons that-"
"Make that thirty and a drink and we're on."
"What?"
But she was too busy to explain and James could wait.
Dark, woody eyes and a generous mouth with a long, winding neck and legs that belonged to a goddess. She was looking at her from the barstool at the corner, a slight feline look in her eyes as she slowly adjusted the strap of her lacy black dress. She tantalizingly shifted her shoulders, her mouth hanging slightly open.
Dominique felt the heat rush into her cheeks. It was unbearably hot in here wasn't it?
"Mix me a black hippogriff, Marco." She gestured to the barman.
"What is going on?" James muttered, looking at his watch to keep his hands occupied.
He watched as Dominique took the tiny black drink in her hand and kissed the rim of the glass. Then she levitated it over to the pretty brunette at the barstool in the corner. Typical Dominique Weasley move.
"You go home without me Jamie. Your lady love shouldn't be kept waiting now would she?" James rolled his eyes.
Dominique watched as the said object of her attention took a sip of the drink. She gave her a large grin, revealing gleaming white -albeit slightly crooked- teeth.
Taking a moment to check if her eyeliner was on fleek and running a hand through her light red hair to make it look messy, she put her most flirtatious smile on and walked up to the girl the way a predator stalked its prey.
"Nice drink you've got there!"
The night it seemed, had just begun.
A Note- Cheers to new things! It's the first time I've ever written something this bold and I love it! I'm going experiment with some bolder themes for a while, just to see how it plays out. Also I'm bi and this one goes out to my hidden lady lurve! Ok, I don't own much-Arianne