at the end of the day

[theodore royce nott]

It had been a particularly long day at work. Shidecker, his boss, the pompous windbag had been droning on and on all day, not speaking to Theo but rather talking at him. He hated it, no, loathed such a thing. Who did that crusty old, stale, cretin think he was? Being his boss was one thing but to pretend to be Theodore’s superior was another. Keeping his emotions bottled in, at the end of the day, Theo made the trip to the Leaky Cauldron to indulge in some much need alcohol consumption. Perhaps pick up a lady to take home and vent his frustrations out on sexually. The pub was dingy really, but it was close enough to work that he didn’t have to walk too far and it wasn’t filled with idiotic muggles sloshing their drinks all over the place in their drunken stupor. Taking a seat at the bar Theodore ordered his usual, a Bourbon and sipped at it letting the flavours melt away his irritation.

[tracey jasmine davis]

Since her store closed an hour prior, Tracey had had an argument with Blaise, finished three designs, cried, and drank half a bottle of wine. None of this, of course, surprised her. The wine was a new addition, one that came after particularly rough evenings with Blaise, but otherwise it was all the same as always. Now, a little tipsy and wearing a pair of heels that had her towering over most people in the pub, Tracey had set out to find someone to physically ease her frustration. Everyone who knew her knew exactly what that meant - that was why she was overjoyed to see Theo. Tracey sauntered towards him without a second thought and leaned down to whisper in his ear. "Handsome guy like you sitting all alone?"

[theodore royce nott]

Tracey Davis was somewhat of a favourite of his. She was gorgeous, any fool could see that by merely glancing in her general direction, but it was her presence that truly was captivating to him. The woman had a certain way about her, a charm that Theodore found positively irresistible. On days that she and Blaise were off again, Theo was usually one of the first people to know. He couldn’t think of a person better to ease his irritation, to glass over the tribulations of his day than Tracey. Theo was fond of her more so than he could claim for many women that he was acquainted with. Her voice drifting across his neck, breath warming his skin, Theodore was helpless to the devilish grin that subtly pasted on his lips. “We’ll call it intuition, shall we? I could sense you’d be here tonight.” His voice was quiet, husky, as Theodore tilted his head to face Tracey. “What are you drinking tonight, Love?”

[tracey jasmine davis]

Tracey smiled, slipping gracefully into the seat beside him while she surreptitiously moved her stool closer to his and laid her hand on his thigh. "Red wine," She answered, resisting the urge to add 'as usual'. Blaise always knew what she was drinking, and she supposed that was because they'd been together so very long. But she pushed the thoughts away, because she didn't want to think about him, she wanted to think about Theodore. "And if it's intuition, I don't know why it didn't lead you right to my flat." She teased, leaning in close.

[theodore royce nott]

A creature of habit, but Theodore wasn’t much for making assumptions. They had a tendency of getting people into unnecessary trouble. If anything he was the type of person that was cautious. The instability of the wizarding world’s current predicament had taught Theo to be as such. His mother was dead, both his father and grandfather imprisoned, which could make many see things a bit more clearly. Prudence was a friend. “There is a difference, however vague, between intuition and supposition my dear.” Hailing the barman Theodore ordered his best red wine for Tracey. Her point was moot anyway as she was sitting there with him at the pub rather than at her flat.

[tracey jasmine davis]

"If supposition puts you in my bed, I prefer it," Tracey informed quietly as her glass of wine was poured in front of them. With a gracious smile and thank you, she took it, then turned her attention back to Theodore. "In all seriousness, what are you doing here all by yourself?" She asked him, genuinely interested. Theodore always seemed like something of a loner; he didn't need anyone. She liked that about him, he seemed to not care very much about the rest of their little group, or rather their class. But even still, it was curious for him to not have found anyone to entertain him yet.

[theodore royce nott]

”Fair enough.” Theo conceded raising his glass in a silent toast. He might not have agreed with being suppositious but he could drink to being in Tracey’s bed. Savoring the taste of Bourbon his gaze fixated on Tracey’s smile. Even that was incredibly sexy about her. Where others might have been cute, or charming, Tracey was smoldering and seductive. He licked his lips both at the flavour of Bourbon that was left behind and in lust for the woman next to him. “It seemed like a good a day as any to indulge in liquor. Particularly because my boss is a wanker.” To put it mildly. He already knew why Tracey was there. It was in their nature to help each other in these sort of circumstances.

[tracey jasmine davis]

Her eyes followed his tongue as it moved over his lips and she bit her bottom lip, herself. Tracey nodded, "Well, if you want to talk about it, I'd be more than happy to distract from my own problem." She admitted, her fingers trailing up and down his thigh slowly as she took a sip of her wine. It was lovely, with notes of citrus and cherry. It was a great glass of wine, much better than that which she had been drinking at the shop. He obviously knew what her problem was without her even mentioning it; her problem was always the same.

[theodore royce nott]

It wasn’t customary for Theo to share his feelings. Something of a weakness, taboo if you will. “I’ve never been much for talking.” He stated smoothly. Which wasn’t entirely true. He could socialize with the best of them it was just that Theodore preferred to keep an air of mystery about him. Leaning closer to her a brow raised, fingertips gently gliding across Tracey’s cheek with the subtlest hint of affection. “Action distracts far better. As you well know.” With her terribly unstable relationship with Zabini, Tracey, of all people knew the powerful affect that a little company could have on straying ones mind from their problem. Even if it was only just a quick fix.

[tracey jasmine davis]

Tracey nodded, smiling slightly. However, she wasn't ready to leave yet. They needed to stay a while longer, she needed to be seen with Theodore. She needed to be seen hanging off of him like a cheap, just out of school tramp who wanted him for his full lips and even more full wallet. She cared little for either (though the lips were nice) but she knew that both would drive Blaise mad. That was her goal. "You're right. What sort of action are you looking for, Theo?" She purred, leaning slightly closer still, until her wine-stained lips touched his bourbon-stained ones ever so slightly.

[theodore royce nott]

She was vicious. Theo was well aware of his purpose here and he couldn’t say that he wasn’t turned on by it slightly. Making another man jealous did have a way of intensifying his pleasure. Her words were velvety, caressing that lust inside of him that was slowly, but surely, being coaxed out to play. Theodore’s lips meshed with Tracey’s gripping the back of her neck tenderly to tilt her head up and give him better access to that sweet throat of hers. Dotting kisses along her jugular. “The kind only a woman as talented as you can offer.” Theo answered lowly barely breaking away long enough to do so. Somehow, his glass of Bourbon had found its way onto the bar freeing up his other hand to slip up Tracey’s side.

[tracey jasmine davis]

He was ready to go tonight, not that he ever had a problem with that before. She hoped his boss frustrated him more often. Another purring sound emanated from Tracey's throat at his words and his kisses, and she slid a hand up his arm and over his shoulders until her fingers found his hair. "Well that is such a lovely compliment," She breathed, before giving his hair a gentle tug to reposition him so she could kiss him again, "But we do have drinks to finish, and I wouldn't want them to go to waste,"

[theodore royce nott]

As Tracey’s fingers tangled into his hair her nails grazed against him sending a little shiver through him. It probably hadn’t even been on purpose but Theo was more than satisfied with her placement, at least until she tugged on his hair. It hadn’t hurt or anything but Theodore didn’t like looking anything less than in complete control while he was in public. Behind closed doors it was an even trade off. The forcefulness of his kiss hopefully would remind her of that. Blaise might have been a little pansy, the both of them always walking all over the other, but Theo had rules, rules that were to be followed. After a blistering kiss he nodded his agreement. “It would be a shame to waste.” Picking up his Bourbon Theodore set about nursing his beverage. “What was it about this time?” Not that he cared just it seemed like a topic of conversation that they could easily sink into. It gave Tracey the opportunity to belittle Blaise.

[tracey jasmine davis]

Tracey didn't care for Theodore's rules, but she would let him have his way for a while, at least until her purpose was achieved. She took her wine back up, sipping it slowly until he asked the question. "The same thing it's always about," She said with a shrug. "He went to visit his aunt, and when he came back he was picking fights for every reason possible, when really the reason was that he can't be with me because I'm not a pureblood" She explained. Of course, there was much more to it than that, and she knew that, but that was the appropriate answer. "That was last week. Tonight he decided to drop in and tell me how beautiful I am and how much he cares, and I refused him."

[theodore royce nott]

It was beyond him as to why Tracey continued with that annoying revolving door scenario that she had found herself in with Blaise. Perhaps it was because she loved the great oaf, which Theo couldn’t really understand either. That mental breakdown hadn’t happened to him yet and Theodore had his fingers crossed that he could continue with his streak. He completely understood, however, the dilemma that Blaise had when it came to Tracey. She was only a halfblood, which put a large damper on being anything more to her then a fling, however on again it might have been over the years. Tracey wanted Blaise to declare his love, not how much he cared. Surely she knew that wasn’t an option though. “Cheers to that. His loss is my incredible gain.” Perhaps Theo should have felt bad, just a tingling of such, about taking advantage of Blaise’s misfortune, but he didn’t.