Dark Side Strip Club
Free Again and
Chapter 2: Beginning of the Journey
Caprice and Marie spent the night tossing and turning; their brains in overdrive trying to comprehend what they had seen in the alley. By the time the sun came up, neither had gotten much sleep. So they got up with the sun and ordered room service.
"Hey M, I was thinking. Why don't we continue on our Europe trip, not go straight over to Forks. I mean, we might run into stuff over here too. And we might never get this chance again." Marie thought it over for a few seconds.
"Yeah, like we could go find a Quiddich team. Like the Irish, and that is our next stop." Marie said excitedly.
"And we are going to get to snog the rock. I am so excited about that." Caprice had been talking about going to the Blarney Stone for about three months. There was a knock on the door. "The food's here."
Marie went to the door and the bellboy came in with a trolley of food. "Caprice, what did you order?"
"The umm, breakfast sampler buffet." Caprice answered, after looking it up in the menu. "Why?"
"You ordered a buffet, for two people. Are you trying to make me fat?" Marie said, and then remembered the bellboy was still in the room. "Hey, you want some food? You can eat up here with us."
"Umm, I'm not sure it is part of my job to eat food with the guests." He said in his British accent.
"So." Marie said waiting for him to give another reson. "We'll tip you to eat this food. Because there is no way either of us can eat all of that." Marie said, and smiled.
"Yeah, you can say it would have made us upset if you refused." Caprice piped in. The bellboy looked defeated and sat down to eat with them.
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"I think I am going to be sick." Marie said, as the boat started climbing over another swell. "I totally should not have eaten all of that food this morning."
"Well, we should have thought about that before we order all of the food." Caprice said, glad she didn't get sea sick easily. They were on a boat, crossing the Irish Sea on their way to Ireland. "I wish this would be over, I am totally soaked."
"Oh, I know. We should have stayed inside the whole time, not watched the storm." Marie said, while laying down on the seat, trying to steady herself; and her stomach. They had been outside for the first 30 minutes of the boat ride, and then suddenly a storm had appeared. And the boat dipped into a wave- causing everyone on board to be instantly soaked. So then everyone went inside to stay warm. And the combo of sea water, crowded people, and the motion of the boat was giving Marie seasickness.
"Ugg, how much longer? We have been on this boat forever." Caprice leaned her head against the wall of the boat and tried to fall asleep. Half an hour later on of the crew members came in and said they were about to reach the dock. Caprice got up and pushed Marie off of the bench to wake her up. "We're here dummy. Get up"
"Time to go kiss the Blarney Stone. Well, first we have to find our tour person." Marie said as she stood up and grabbed her suitcase. After getting off of the boat, they found their hotel and checked in their bags before finding the tour agency that they had booked a trip to the Blarney Stone with. It would take them an entire day to reach the stone, and they were going to have to spend the night in an actual Irish house. Since it was only going to be a night they had checked all of their stuff into the hotel, just bringing and overnight bag with them. After 6 hours on a tour bus, they reached the little village they were going to spend the night in.
"Okay, so each group has been assigned a house to stay at. There is a pub in town that you are more than welcome to go to, but make sure you are ready to leave at 9:30 tomorrow morning." The tour guide said as the passengers started to get up and leave. She handed each of them a card with the address of the family they were staying with as they passed. Marie and Caprice got off and immediately went out to find the house they were staying at, with the sole purpose of getting dressed to go to the pub on their mind.
"So, rules for this outing." Caprice started saying.
"And every pub or bar we go to on this trip." Marie interjected.
"Yes, all of them. Unless we say something differently when we go. So, we can't leave each other. Umm, no going home with any of the guys." Caprice said.
"Definitely. And, if you can't walk in a straight line, stop drinking." Marie added.
"Yeah, and now we need to get dressed." Caprice said, and they both smiled.
"So how are we dressing today? No shorts and tank tops, because that's boring. We could do, like, casual dresses," Marie suggested, but didn't look sure.
"I've got an idea," Marie said, after a few more moments of thinking. "We should dress in those clothes we brough that we would never have worn back in the states. You know the really slutty, low cut things."
"Oh, my God!" Caprice exclaimed. "That'll be so much fun!" Both girls began rifling through they're suitcases, looking for the outfits. Marie found hers first. The top was dark green, and the scoop neck plunged, the hem exposing about an inch of skin at the bottom. There were two ties in the back, one was a halter tie at the neck and the other a thin string in the middle of her back, exposing the rest of her skin. "I love that!"
"Thanks," Marie replied, "Now keep looking for yours," she commanded firmly. After another two minutes of frantic shuffling Caprice finally pulled out the bright pink shirt. The halter neckline was very low, exposing a lot of skin that Caprice wasn't comfortable with. After the neckline closed, it reopened again, showing a thin sliver of Caprice's stomach, the part in the fabric got wider as it reached the bottom. Both girls put on light wash jeans.
"Maybe this wasn't such a good idea," Caprice said, nervously fiddling with her neckline, willing more fabric to appear, but without avail.
"Come on!" Marie urged impatiently, and they both set off, walking towards the pub. "Wait a second," Marie said, stopping in her tracks. "There are two pubs!" she exclaimed. Looking in the same direction, Caprice realized she was right, there were, in fact, two different pubs. That was odd, the tour guide had only mentioned one. From the outside you could tell one was significantly busier, the outside was crammed with people from the boat. The other one appeared to be much calmer.
"Let's go to that one," Caprice said, pointing towards the less busy one. Marie nodded, but then voiced a valid point.
"Why is it that no one's going to this one?" she asked as they approached the door of the pub. Caprice just shrugged and yanked open the door. They both stopped short as soon as they were inside the frame. On one wall was a line of brooms, not like the kind you sweep with, the kind you fly with. Occupying the many stools were a lot of good looking men. The odd thing was they were all dressed in robes. Robes that looked suspiciously like Quidditch Robes.
"We-we did it again! Holy shit, Marie! It's like the Leaky Cauldron, only with a lot more alcohol! They're from Harry freaking Potter!" Caprice said under her breath, so as not to be overheard.
"Awesome!" Marie hissed. Only now did they realize they had attracted a lot of stares. Looking around they realized how sorely they stood out. Not only were they two of the very few females in the bar, but they were dressed like Muggles. Very trashy Muggles, as a matter of fact.
"I need alcohol, and lots of it," Caprice groaned. "Why am I wearing this?" she complained, going up to the bar.
"Hello," the barman greeted them. "Can I get you something?"
"You guys have firewhisky, right? Caprice asked. The barman looked at her like she was stupid.
"Butterbeer," Marie said, more confidentally.
"How much do you ladies want?" The barman asked, like he was talking to someone especially slow.
"The whole bottle," Caprice snapped. The man quirked an eyebrow and a man sitting beside her laughed. "What?" Caprice demanded, whirling towards the offending sound. He was a rather attractive guy dressed in red robes, the breast of his robes said 'Bulgaria'.
"There's no way in hell you can drink that much," he told her.
"I'm sorry, what's your name?" Marie asked before Caprice could respond. She was holding a mug of butterbeer in her hand now.
"Viktor Krum," he said, looking surprised that they hadn't recognized him.
"So you're saying that I, Caprice Andrews, can not drink this entire bottle?" she challenged, grabbing the bottle from the surprised barman.
"Absolutely not, but I'll tell you what. If you can, I'll buy both of your drinks," he said, gesturing to both Caprice and Marie.
"Cap, remember the rules, no getting insanely drunk!" Marie reminded her.
"Screw the rules, I don't wanna pay for this!" Caprice said, then took a large swig out of the bottle. "So what happens if I lose?" Caprice asked.
"I dunno, you have to pay for your own drinks, I suppose. And you have to hit on some Muggle outside," Viktor smiled. "Proceed with the drinking," he encouraged. The next thirty minutes passed rather uneventfully, except for the fact that Caprice was steadily getting drunker. She was about half way through the bottle when Viktor's smile started to falter. Caprice started giggling uncontrollably for no reason.
"Do you ever beat your Bludger?" she asked shrilly, and burst into new rounds of laughter.
"I'm the Seeker," Krum explained, he hadn't picked up on her innuendo.
"Oh, sweet, innocent Viktor," she said in a sing song voice, patting him on the head. She knocked back another gulp of firewhisky. She looked down at herself, and in her drunken state couldn't control what came out of her mouth.
"Do my boobs look big in this?" she asked, giggling.
"Caprice!" Marie said from beside her. "You are so drunk! Get a hold of yourself, put the bottle down." Marie reached for the bottle grasped firmly in Caprice's grasp.
"BACK OFF MY WHISKY, BITCH!" Caprice cackled, sliding her bar stool out of Marie's reach, knocking into Viktor in the proccess. "Sorry, Vicky!"
"You're funny when you're drunk," Viktor laughed. Remembering the dare, she swallowed another mouthful.
"Do you want to try this stuff, Marie?" Caprice asked. Marie shifted a little.
"Er...well, fine, I guess," she conceded, looking apprehensive. Caprice turned her glazed eyes to the barman.
"Get Marie a shot of firewhisky, pretty please with sugar, and sprinkles, and a cherry, and...and...Draco on top! I'd like that," Caprice mused, now talking to herself. The barman gave the shot to Marie. Marie took a deep breath and dumped the contents into her mouth. Immediately, they spewed back out. Caprice ducked, and Viktor was now doused in a mixture of saliva and firewhisky.
"THAT STUFF IS FILTHY!" Marie yelled. She grabbed her butterbeer and began drinking it quickly, desperate to get rid of the taste. As she did this, the door at the front walked in, and a man of about 24 came in, saw Marie, and immediately ran at her, his fists rasied. The man appeared to be drunk.
"I told you not to drink!" he bellowed, knocking the nearly empty mug of butterbeer out of her hands. Instantly half a dozen Quidditch players in either red or green had tackled him, Viktor among them.
"Jerk!" Caprice screamed at him.
"What the hell were you doing?" An Irish player demanded.
"Chill guys," Marie said. "He's right, I shouldn't be drinking anyway. It's not strong, though," she justified. The man stood up, brushed himself off with a shred of dignity, and walked out of the pub.
"Oh," Caprice crooned, drunkenly. "You were all so marvelous," she said to the Quidditch players that had tackled the attacker. "You guys have big arms, very pretty big arms," she said. "Can I feel your arms?" she asked the nearest guy. He nodded warily, and she latched onto it. She used her other hand to continue drinking the alcohol. "I have a bet!" she yelled at him. "Viktor doesn't think I can drink the whole bottle, but I'll show him," she said, sinking back onto her stool unsteadily. She pulled the Irish player onto a seat next to her. "You have very pretty eyes," she observed. Caprice drank some more, she had about 1/4 of the bottle left now.
"Do you wanna go back to my place?" he asked abruptly, and Caprice's eyes widened a little.
"Could we get a puppy on the way?" she asked excitedly.
"Don't take advantage of her because she's drunk!" Marie exclaimed. "Caprice, he just wants to sleep with you, he's not going to get you a puppy!"
"And why is that so bad?" Caprice asked, her voice climbing. "Let's go!" she said, grabbing the man's arm.
"You don't even know his name!" Marie said firmly. Caprice craned her neck to look at his back.
"His last name is Anderson and he plays for the Ireland Quidditch team! He's famous, Marie!"
"We have rules," Marie tried to reason. "No going home with strange guys!"
"I WANT TO SHAG FAMOUS GUYS!" Caprice yelled. "I'M GOING TO SHAG LOTS OF FAMOUS PEOPLE!" Marie smacked her across the face, hard.
"You're only saying that because you're drunk! Tell Mr. Anderson to leave." The man shrugged and walked away. Caprice took a large gulp, clearing half of the remaining contents.
"LA LA LALALA LA LA LALA LA LA! I'M A SMURF!" she started singing. Marie rolled her eyes and Viktor guffawed.
"She's not normally like this," Marie assured him. "I blame you. She can't turn down a challenge!" Caprice had now changed songs and was singing Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy, but was instead singing, loudly and off key, Save a broom, ride a quidditch player!
"I AM THE DARK LORD WALMART!" she screamed, standing on top of her stool and draining the last of the bottle. "It's like Voldemort, all evil, all the time, but now it has lower prices! Yay, bow to me. For I am Walmart!" She clambered off her stool. She looked around the pub, until she saw Anderson again. "ANDERSON!" his head snapped up. She motioned him over, and he walked towards her, uncertainly.
"Can I help-" he began to ask, but couldn't finish the question, as Caprice was now kissing him. Marie rolled her eyes, but chose not to interveen. The quick kiss was turning into a full blown make out session. When they broke off, Caprice took a breath, then fell straight backwards, passed out. He managed to grab her before she hit the ground. Marie grabbed her, pulled her back to a seat, and plopped her down roughly.
"Anderson," one of his teammates called. "Maybe you should quit Quidditch for tonsil hockey," they jeered.
"Dang it!" Marie glowered at the unconcious girl. "She's the one that knew the address of the place we're staying. We're screwed!"
"You guys can come spend the night at my house if you need," Viktor offered.
"Oh, thank you so much!" Marie said gratefully.
"Even though I am a strange man?" Viktor said as he picked Caprice up bridal style.
"Well, we aren't going home with you for that reason." Marie said laughing. "We just need somewhere to stay for the night before we continue on the tour."
"What reason would you be refering to, may I ask?" He said, and walked towards the back of the shop. He tapped some bricks and an opening formed, much like in the Leaky Cauldron to Diagon Alley. The group went through and it closed behing them.
"Well...umm. You know. Like. You know." Marie looked up at him, begging him to not make her actually say it.
"No, I don't know. That's why I am asking you." Viktor was enjoying messing with the seemingly calm and collected woman walking next to him.
"Wearen'tgoingtoyourhousetohavesexwithyou." Marie said in a rush. "We are just going to spend the night at a friends house."
"So I am a friend?" He asked surprised that they thought of him that way. Most girls would have gone home with him in the hopes of sleeping with him, because of his Quidditch fame. But these girls seemed indifferent to his fame, and that made him curious as to why.
"Well, only if you want to be our friend. I mean, if you don't want to we won't force ourselves on you." Marie said quickly, hoping she hadn't offended him by referring to him as a friend.
"Oh, no I was just surprised that you would call me a friend. Most people just hang around me, they don't bother with even pretending to be my friends." Victor said thoughtfully, and then realized they had passed his street without him even noticing. Instead of making it obvious that he hadn't been paying attention to where they were; he decided to walk in a large circle to get to his house. Eventually they made it to his house, and he put Caprice in one of the extra rooms. Then he went out to the kitchen where Marie was searching through the cabinets for something.
"Do you have any tea? Like, I can't find it anywhere." Marie said, althoug it was a bit muffled because her entire upper torso was inside of one of his cupboards. It was one of her traditions to have a cup of tea before going to bed. It didn't really matter what kind, or even if it tasted horrible; as long as it was warm tea.
"Umm, I'm not sure. I can apparate to the store and pick some up if you want me to." Viktor said uncertainly. Marie couldn't help the crazy, probably psycotic looking, grin that appeared on her face. She had forgotten that he was a wizard. And he could do magic.
"No, I can get some later. I want to see you take out your wand and do magic." Marie said excitedly.
"Wait, what happened to not sleeping with me?" Viktor asked, mistaking her meaning. Marie's eyebrows scrunched in confusion, until she thought back to what she had said. And she could have been refering to a certain part of the male anatomy with her statement.
"Eww, no. I do not want to sleep with you. I have never seen anyone do magic before." Marie could tell that Viktor still didn't get what she was talking about. "Like turn that rock into a flower." Marie said pointing at a rock that was sitting on the windowsill. Viktor's face scrunched in confusion, but he pulled out his wand and transfigured the rock. Marie couldn't help the squeal that escaped her. "That. Was. Amazing. Do it again."
"You act like you have never seen magic in your life." Viktor said, and then transfigured the flower into a duck.
"Well, I haven't. I mean, I didn't even know it existed until Caprice and I stumbled upon the Leaky Cauldron a couple nights ago. And I thought I had imagined it. But maybe I am imagining this. Maybe I am just really drunk, and this is like a hallucination. I'm kinda tired. Where can I sleep?"
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As Marie was waking up the next day, she was semi-aware that she was still in her extremely revealing green shirt from the night before, and she was on a couch. But she didn't remember where. And Caprice was no where to be seen. Which either meant they had gone home with guys, even though one of their rules was not to. Or Caprice was in a bed, while she was on the couch. Marie took a deep breath, got up, and looked for the door. She left the room she was in and entered the next room, which happened to be the dining room. And there was a guy sitting in one of the chairs.
"You going to say something, or just stand there and stare at me?" He asked and then turned around to face her. She vaguely remembered him from the bar the night before, but what little alcohol she had, had messed with her memory- so she didn't remember exactly what happened.
"Umm, hi. I guess." She said, and then he gestured for her to sit down. "I don't really remember what happened last night. So if you would be so kind as to tell me what I did and how I ended up here, that would be much appreciated."
"Oh, well Caprice got extrememly drunk and passed out. And she hadn't bothered to tell you the address of where you were staying for the night, so I offered to let you two stay here. And since she was already out cold, she got the bed and you got the couch."
"Okay. So we didn't, umm, do anything? Right?" Marie asked.
"No, we talked for a bit. And then you went to sleep." He said. "So you said something last night about never seeing magic before. Care to elaborate?"
"Well, Caprice and I are Muggles. And we don't know how, or why, but we stumbled upon this...world. And that would have been the night before last that we found the Leaky Cauldron."
"So, that's why you never heard of me before? You're Muggles. Make's sense."
"Yeah, but the strange thing is that in our world there are books written about this world. So we kind of know what to expect. Except we never thought we would actually find this world."
"Books? About who?"
"Harry Potter. They are all about his school years. You are in the fourth one. It's called the Goblet of Fire."
"The Triwizard Tournament. That's when I meet Hermione."
"And you guys went to the Yule Ball together. And Voldemort came back at the end of it." Marie said. Viktor looked thoughtful after she said this, trying to figured out what made these two Muggles special enough to enter the Wizarding world. Because he had been taught at a young age that Wizarding buildings were invisible to Muggles. "Which room is Caprice in?"
"Go out this door and make a right. It's the second door on the left." He answered absently. Marie followed his instructions and found Caprice, still out cold, laying in bed. Marie walked over to her and reached out to shake her awake, and then realized her bracelet was missing from her wrist. She wracked her brain, and didn't remember ever taking it off the night before. But then again, she didn't really remember doing anything the night before. She shook Caprice to find out if she had done anything to it, but after 30 seconds of Caprice being nonresponsive she decided to just go to the bar from the night before. She quickly set off and went into the bar.
"Hi. I'm not sure you remember me. I was here last night." She said a bit timidly to the bartender. His eyebrows rose in surprise.
"How could I ever forget you? Your face is unforgettable. Not to mention that shirt." Marie blushed as she remembered that she was still in her shirt from the night before. "Now how can I help you?"
"I think I lost my bracelet here last night. It is made out of silver and it has a heart tag on it. It says my name." She said, crossing her fingers behind her back hoping he knew where it was. The bartender reached under the bar and pulled out her bracelet.
"This it?" Marie ran up and grabbed it out of his hand.
"Yes, thank you." She quickly left out of the front door, so she could try to find the house they were supposed to have slept in the night before. And she ran straight into Caprice. "Hey, you finally woke up. Where's Viktor?"
"How should I know? Why would you leave my sleeping, in the DIRT?" Caprice half yelled. She couldn't fully get her voice to work, because of her raging hangover. But she got pretty close to it.
"I didn't, you were in the guest bed at Viktor's house. I had to sleep on the couch, because you were already passed out and that means you got dibs on the bed." Marie said surprised.
"Well that's not where I woke up. I woke up right here, in the fucking dirt." She said, and it was true, there was a faint outline of someone on the ground that hadn't gotten dust on it.
"Well, I left you out the other door. The one that leads to the magical world. Where Viktor's house is." Marie said. "Have you ever wondered what allowed us to get into the world of Harry Potter. I was thinking about it, and I thought of those strange lockets we got for graduation. I think this is what it was talking about. And remember it said it doesn't work without its sister locket. So I left the world, and you were transported. But that means we have them with us. And we would know, I mean we have been looking at each other and the mirrors plenty since then. So I guess it's not-" She was cut off by Caprice's gasp.
"Your locket is around your neck. It just like appeared." Caprice said, and then her hand went to her throat. And she felt the locket that had just materialized on her neck.
"Oh my gosh. I was so totally RIGHT."
Okay, we finally finished. I hope you guys enjoyed Caprice's drunkeness. If that is even a word, or if I spelled it right. This was 10 whole pages in Word. I think it's the longest I have ever written, even though I didn't write the whole thing. So please go to my page and check out my website. It has pictures of the lockets and our shirts. They are pretty spiffy. And I think if you go there you can figure out who's who. So both of us are going camping this week- although not together- so if you ask me any questions I won't be able to answer until then. But please review, or go to my site. You can become a member and ask me questions there 2.