(kristi) another one for the record

[Marcus Doom]

He wasn't entirely sure why he had went to the Three Broomsticks that day. Perhaps, it had been boredom alone that had led him there. For Marcus, boredom was quite dangerous. He could be impulsive with his decisions. This was true in regards to everything from his actions, to women. It was an often dangerous lifestyle, but one he would continue regardless of the fact. Danger didn't see to be on his mind when he did such things. He wasn't the type of man to consider the consequences or the repercussions.

He wasn't particularly fond of the Three Broomsticks, but the only other option in the small town that was Hogsmeade was The Hogs Head. And the kind of people that hung around there usually weren't the kind of people he'd want to spend any time around. Or, for that matter, with. He ordered a glass of firewhiskey. Not that he was a drinking man. Far from the type. But even Marcus appreciated the occasional glass of firewhiskey after a long day. His eyes scanned the pub, eyeing each witch and wizard as they came and left.

OOC: Short, but hope it works. Need anything changed, lemme know. xD

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Livin' easy, livin' free

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Kristi had snuck out, she admitted it. To herself at least. A smirk painted her lips as she wandered into Hogsmead. It was a chilly night, her cloak wrapped tight around her as autumn colored leaves brushed passed. A cold breeze knocked into her from behind, making her stumble. She pushed her now messy deep red hair out of her eyes and kept walking, her cat eyes roaming from building to building looking for somewhere to stop and warm up. Her slitted pupils caught sight of Three Broomsticks and she headed inside.

Warmth turned her pale cheeks to a slightly pinker hue as she walked up the the bar and sat down a seat away from someone else. leaning on her elbows, she ordered a butterbeer and slipped her cloak off her shoulders.

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[Marcus Doom]

Dark eyes drifted to the seat next to him as a student occupied it. He guessed she was at least a sixth year, and had likely sneaked out of the castle. It was far too late for a trip to Hogsmeade to have been believable, and besides she was the only student in the room. As such, he imagined that not a single professor was aware of her location. Hell, he could guess that not a single one even knew she wasn't safe in her dorm, preparing for bed. He studied her as he held his glass of firewhiskey in one hand, eyes no less than taking her in as she slipped out of her cloak.

The last thing he noticed (as it was usually always the last thing he noticed) were her eyes. Curiously, they were different than what one would see on most people. Slits for pupils, a strange green he'd never seen on another. It made her fascinating to him in a way. Almost exotic. He reached in his pocket, pulling out a few galleons. "Allow me," he said to the bartender, sliding the galleons her way. Just enough for a butterbeer. "What brings you here?" he asked, eyes on Kristi as he spoke.

OOC: Hope it works. Muse is being... off today. ><

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Kristi's eyes roamed around the room until the butterbeer was infront of her, paid for by someone else. Her head whipped from right to left until she caught site of someone next to her. Her gaze was held fast by a pair of dark eyes. A guy, probably twice her age was looking down at her. She gave him a once over, perking her eyebrow. He was tall, she could tell even though he was sitting down. Dark, shaggy hair framed his face.

Kristi ran a hand through her hair and smirked up at him as he asked her a question. Her answer was simple. "Adventure." She liked the feel of almost getting caught sneaking out, but she never has before.

[Marcus Doom]

Marcus took a sip of his firewhiskey as his eyes traveled across Kristi, taking her in. He watched as she whipped her head around, searching for the source of the galleons that had been placed on the bar in front of them. It was a common gesture for him to make, but only for women who had caught his attention. He didn't think anything of handing over a few galleons, and it often worked to get their attention. He noted how she perked her eyebrow, giving her a quick smirk in return.

He waited for her answer, hearing it as soon as she spoke the word. It was one, single, solitary word. Adventure. Simple and yet, in some ways, mysterious. He seemed to muse over the word for a moment before he replied, "You're the adventurous type, then?" he asked.

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Livin' easy, livin' free

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Kristi smiled as she took a long drink of the sweet butterbeer that seemed to warm her up from the inside. She turned back towards the bar and sighed quietly, one of her crossed legs bouncing slightly on the other. She ran a hand through her hair as she set down the bottle on the bar top.

Kristi smirked at the question asked by the man sitting beside her and swivled the bar stool to face him. Her head tilted to the side like a cat's as she came up with an answer. "Maybe.." Her smirk turned into a grin. "I'm Kristi"

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Marcus watched the other, noticing how her leg bounced and noting how she ran her hand through her hair. He took everything in, as was typical of the man. It was as though he was attempting to etch it into his memory. He himself took a drink of firewhiskey as he regarded her, putting it quietly on the bar in front of him. He supposed that he might take another sip, or he might not. He'd never been a drinking man. There were other hobbies he much preferred to the taste of liquor.

She turned to face him, peeking his curiosity in her. His eyes met hers and he heard the answer she offered. The word hit his ears maybe. Once again, simple, and yet so intriguing. "Maybe I am, too," he said, smirking in return. "I'm Marcus."

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Livin' easy, livin' free

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Kristi took another drink of her butterbeer. The sweet warmth sent a shiver down her spine and gave her a hyper buzz. Her leg bounced a little faster and she twisted her hair to one side. The butterbeer was almost like the hot cocoa her mother would serve at the cafe on a cold day, much like today. "I'm Marcus."

Kristi arched an eyebrow and turned back toward the bar, swivelling the stool gently. "hmm... How so Marcus?" His named seemed to play with the tip of her tongue as it rolled out of her mouth.

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Marcus sipped his firewhiskey, allowing the drink to hit him slightly as it went down. Being a man who seldom ever partook in drinking, he felt the buzz just a little faster than many. He watched her bounce her leg, eyes wandering for a moment as the silence between them lingered. He was seconds away from pushing the firewhiskey away, but kept his hand on the glass for the moment.

She spun on her seat until her back was to the bar, her question hitting his ears, the sound of his own name bringing a smirk to his lips. How so, Perhaps, in many ways, she had no idea. The thought passed his mind instantly as his eyes fell on her again. "Maybe," he said, hand still on the glass, "if you're adventurous enough you'll find out."

OOC: Eek, not entirely happy with it. But I hope it works.

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Kristi emptied the glass bottle of butter beer and set it down on the table. Her fingers fidgeted with the cap, spinning it on the countertop quickly but quietly, the silence stretching between them. Glasses clattered near by and a strong gust of icy wind chilled her as someone walked in. A stray snowflake catching in her deep red hair before melting in the heat of the bar. Her eyes circled the room for a moment, looking for a teacher or someone who could call her out on being a student, when she didnt, she looked back up at Marcus.

A smirk stretched across Kristi's face before she started laughing. Her head tilted back as she laughed from the middle of her torso. She took a deep breath and turned back toward Marcus. "Old man, I cant be half your age." She leaned towards him on her elbows. "Anyway what if i do? Find out i mean?"

[Marcus Doom]

Marcus' eyes were on the bottle cap as it spun silently before her. He barely took note of their surroundings, except when the cold chill hit his back. He noticed the snowflake hit her hair, and his eyes had moved back to her when she seemed to glance around the pub. He wondered if she was looking for someone, but he didn't ask. Not that he would have cared either way.

He found Kristi's laugh peculiar and couldn't help but snicker himself at the sound. It wasn't long before she took a deep breath and turned toward him, speaking to him once more. "Old man," he said, repeating the words as a statement rather than a question, "Age isn't always a bad thing to possess. With age comes experience," he said quietly, eyes on her as she leaned toward him on her elbows. "Would that be so bad?" he said, leaning toward her.

OOC: Not happy with it. Hope that it works. D:

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Kristi grinned as Marcus scoffed at being called Old Man. He really didnt look that old, maybe in his late twenties early thirties, but still, that was kind of a big age difference. But... What the hell? She highly doubted that someone like Marcus was up for an actual relationship with someone who was barely legal. Besides, one night couldn't hurt... right?

Kristi nodded as he spoke. "While that may be true... A wrinkley ass is kind of a turn off."

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Relationship? Far from it. In fact, that was probably the last thing on Marcus' mind. He was not afraid to admit it, either. And as long as she didn't want one, either, he was sure they would be just fine. A little fun never hurt anyone. The age difference didn't bother him. As long as the Witch was of age and legal, they never did. And from what he could tell, Kristi was of age and legal.

"Oh, I promise that mine is not," he said in response, flirtatious smirk finding its way onto his face as he turned to look at Kristi again, "Maybe you'll find out, and if you're turned off, that will be your choice. Though, I doubt you would be," Well, he was Slytherin alumni. Such arrogance was often typical of the house.

OOC: Sorry it's late. Muse for him has been off. xD Your dancing Wizard gif is very distracting while posting, lmao

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Kristi laughed. She couldn't help it, figuring the sugar from the butterbeer was affecting her. However, she didn't really care what the consequences of her choices brought as long as no one was hurt. Well, unwillingly hurt anyway. She didn't mind a little kink here and there, as long as things didn't get too extreme. She ran a hand through her deep red hair before her green eyes trailed down his form, observing his physique. "I doubt I would be."

Kristi uncrossed her legs and recrossed them the other way, turning forwards him in her bar stool and leaning against the chair back. "So where would these activities take place if I were to find out?"

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"Glad to hear that you agree," he replied. Well, that was forward. But that wasn't totally unnatural from Marcus, either. He was far from the type of person who would hide his thoughts, or attractions for that matter. And even if it ended in rejection, he didn't fear it. Granted, it would hurt his ego more than just a bit, but he didn't fear it. He caught her observing him, and returned the gesture. No subtlety there, either.

She turned toward him, leaning against the back of her seat, and spoke again. He gave a short pause before he answered, eyes flicking over her briefly once more. "Perhaps, my place," he replied, "Apparition is very quick."

OOC: >.> Sorry for the VERY long delay. I lost my muse and then when I found it, could have sworn I'd replied until I asked.