Chapter 11: The Annoyance Of Late In-Game Restrictions
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Unknown Pub, Unknown Location, Unknown World...
Nothing aside from enormous sheets of the purest white ice and sludge had been around for miles as the minivan Severus Snape had taken from the Sinclair residence had come to a stop before a seemingly abandoned pub blanketed by snow but still aglow via the lights inside and alive with the unruly chatter from the patrons whom had taken it upon themselves to brave the elements to have a drink to combat the encroaching chill made it out to such an establishment. Having nothing to lose given that even if he had wished to return to Sidney Sinclair's residence he knew next to nothing about how to return and even less of how to navigate in these harsh conditions. Out of options and lacking in company aside from his own, the former Potions Professor made his way through the icy sludge that had taken over the land and toward the freshly shoveled front entrance of the pub.
Snape opened the door and stepped inside, grateful for the rush of oncoming heat as it appeared the owners of this well hidden snow den had been more than equipped to do business among the elements so long as the had patrons willing to brave the snow to seek out a proper drink with enough money to pay for them that was.
Neon lit up the smoke filled room with a bright reddish pink glow as the gathered group of house patrons busied themselves with various activities which included drinking down the supply of alcohol in stock, a game of billiards, and random dancing courtesy of a small stage and an old jukebox whenever the act needed a break, all the while idle chatter filled the established pub.
Snape made his way toward the bar, his mind heavy with the news of his apparent illness courtesy of this Sidney Sinclair and his subsequent annoyance with having to shoulder the burden of enduring the muggle's life while he checked out of his own accord. It wasn't the best of circumstances but he was in reach of a much needed drink and in the company of people whom would careless what his name had been as he attempted to get good and drunk before he had to endure the ramifications of his actions in the form of consequence.
He lost the ability of preying on the muggle women via his extraordinary talent for entering their minds and assessing their secrets but he would enjoy the challenge none the less. He was a dying man after all and intended to enjoy whatever final moments he had left in this place or where ever else to the fullest.
The woman tending the bar looked a touch familiar with her wild dark hair and chaotic looking dark eyes as she poured various drinks for the patrons on the other side of the bar before making her way toward him. She was a good looking woman by all accounts, given to a more seedy aspect of life with her tight leather jacket ensuring attention was brought to her large pale breasts as they threatened to burst from her thin red shirt. He imagined she wore an equally tight fitting leather skirt below the counter top as she leaned toward him, her ruby red lips getting his attention as much as her breasts as she seemed to look him over.
"Well...what's a handsome upstanding bloke like you doing in a place like this?" she asked with something of a smirk filed across her face.
"I beg your pardon Miss, but I am far from upstanding and last I checked this was a pub...and as such I believe I am entitled to a drink." he replied as quick in terms of sarcasm as she had been it seemed given her surprise at his manner despite his clean cut appearance.
To make his point, Snape pulled Sidney's wallet from his pocket, rather pleased that he had remembered to stick the bloody thing inside before departing the house in the way that he did.
He slapped few crisp bills on the counter top not even bothering to count them.
"Mmmm sexy, rich, and determined." she said apparently of the mind to flirt with the strange clean cut new comer. "Check off a few more items on my list and I believe I'd be in love."
Snape smirked rather arrogantly at the woman as she turned her attention to the business at hand.
"So." she said raising off the bar and placing a hand on her shapely hips. "What will it be?"
"Whiskey." replied Snape knowing full well what he had been in the mood for. "Keep them coming."
"As you wish." replied the bartender with a sultry smile.
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Hours Later...
The Pub, Unknown Location, Unknown World...
Severus Snape had been good and drunk by the time he found himself breathing rather heavily as he exchanged fevered kisses along the neck of the bartender woman whom had piqued his interest. Her skillful hands had been working at his trousers and running along his now fully aroused cock as she lead him by hand out the back of the pub toward the van he had parked out in the snow. It wasn't as if she had to worry about much given her business partner had command of the pub while she sated her curiosity about the new handsome stranger.
They continued to kiss as the winds howled as Snape climbed inside the van along with the barkeeper.
"Fuck." he groaned as she continued to stroke him through his trousers.
"You just might be the man of my dreams." she said licking her lips as she smiled down at him.
Snape smirked as he found himself on his back in the van amid children's toys and of all things missing shoes. He quickly tossed them out of the way in a bid to keep from being interrupted as the barkeeper set to work sliding his cock from the confines of his trousers.
He wasn't surprised he'd been this aroused given how hot and heavy they had gotten after the fourth drink and close dancing. He had been of the mind to take her against the bar with all of the other patrons watching but she had other ideas not at all comfortable letting lose in front of patrons she needed to do business with. So she persuaded him into taking her to his car, which happened to be the eyesore of a family van he had taken in his haste to exit the Sinclair household.
She seemed into him, moving quickly to line his cock up to her warm entrance as he drunkenly fondled her half clothed body. The chill from the elements had not been a bad given his lust but it didn't seem he'd have the chance to sate it as no sooner had she attempted to get things underway, his cock seemed to have other ideas as he ceased to be aroused even with her best attempts to get him insider her.
"Fuck!" growled Snape annoyed that he had lost his erection so easily given how long he could sustain one in his own world. He wondered for a moment if this had been a rather unwanted side effect from either the over indulgence in whiskey or the icy cold weather outside the van, either way he was angered beyond reason as the sexy bartender sighed climbing off him and fixing her attire.
"Better luck next time handsome." she said obviously disappointed but she too must have taken the fact that she may have given him too much alcohol and that attempting to have sex in the bitter cold wasn't such a good idea after all. "Still...it's the nicest cock I've ever seen."
Snape groaned as she ran her fingers along his warm flesh once last time before doing him the courtesy of tucking it back into his trousers before he passed out due to his apparent drunkenness. She left her name and number on a napkin and sealed the deal with a kiss hoping to inspire the handsome stranger to seek her out in a bid to truly enlighten her as to his many talents without the interference of the storm or the drinks she'd given him. She tucked the napkin into his coat pocket for safe keeping and climbed out of the van leaving the keys where he could find them and closing it up in a bid to keep what heat remained inside following his drunken nap for him to make it home before the weather turned once again.
A the barkeeper made her way back into the pub, the enchantress' dark eyes fell upon the slumbering Severus Snape. Her grin was one of mischief as she flexed her fingers showing that she had in fact been responsible for the Potions Master's apparent "mechanical failure" when perusing the seedy drink pouring brunette.
"Poor Severus." she said with a cackle. "When will you learn to play by the rules?"
