[Attila Bathory]

<Several weeks later...>

So, yeah, technically Attila was still on the floor. He gently slid Aly off because, if he hadn't she would have been on him the entire time. Not that there was anything wrong with that, but let's face it, it really wouldn't have gone anywhere. Especially with the way Attila operates, it was amazing that he wasn't born in Kentucky, with the way he works when it comes to women. He probably had half a dozen kids at least sprinkled all over the world. Standing up, he dusted off some confetti and made his way to the bar, turning and leaning back on it.

Typical Kingsley. I guess sharing isn't a trait of Gryffindorks, not that I'm surprised.

He ordered a fire whiskey, since that is what everyone drinks, and why be different. He took it down in one shot, then put the glass back on the bar. This party was dying down it seemed.

Here's the scenario. You and me. Somewhere else but here. I'm in need of some fresh air.

[Jessica Kingsley]

This party, for lack of a better phrase, was beginning to blow. It was getting too late into the evening and really, nothing was happening. She was sticking out like a sore thumb among the mass of former greens, and where was she? Put up against the bar. Not that she truly cared. She knew the people and got along with the majority of them, it seemed the younger Avery was the only one she had a problem with, but over all... Nothing. She hated to rain on V's parade in fear of her gold clutches, but it wasn't exactly one of her best. It had turned into just an excuse to get drunk among old friends and see who had the most embarrassing memories the next morning. An eye roll was in order as Attila made a very typical remark for him and she slammed her own glass of firewhiskey down in a single drink. She shooed it back to the bartender, listening to his proposition before turning and facing him, a look of actual thought on her face.

Fine.

She finally consented, standing up and straightening out her little black dress.

This party's kind of draining me anyway. Lead the way?

A light smile flitted across her face, trying to act like the normal Kingsley everyone here knew: the little goody good who had the uncanny habit of getting into business she shouldn't have, but still with the ability to make someone's day.