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Good Vibrations || Henry & Betty
Betty bit her lip, eyeing the bloke. Her silk underwear slipped into less comfortable positions but that was the least of her worries right now. In her head, she counted back days until she couldn’t keep track of them any more. How long had it been? Nearly two months? About eight weeks and no sex, no alcohol, no nothing. She had lost a job and started another, one which required her being on her feet all day and though she didn’t mind one bit talking to the customers, she still got to the end of the day and it would be nice to have better things to look forward to at the end of the day than whatever banal cuisine her parents were providing her with and a night in talking to them about irrelevant things and reading books she had read a hundred times before. Somehow, writing had been so much more difficult those past two months. She would pick up a quill and all she could think of was him telling her that he would get her a job at Witch Weekly, at The Daily Prophet, at any big name magazine or newspaper she might like to write for.
She wanted alcohol and she wanted to be riding a man’s cock. She wanted it rough, with enough pain to take her mind off how ghost-like she had felt for the past eight weeks. But the thought of pain, the thought of her body covered in marks only made her want it even more. She shook the thoughts out of her mind. She didn't need the crazy right now. She just needed to get over her stupid head block. She needed to get over herself, stop over-thinking it and go and talk to the bloke she had been eyeing up from across the bar for the past ten minutes. She forced herself to get up from the bar stool, walk over and sit herself next to him. "Hi," she said, flashing him a smile which she hoped covered up both acute nerves and subtle musings over whether she had met him before.
You must be Henry Arnold.
Tequila's always good. -Henry P Arnold
I would hope so. You're its biggest fan.
Nash
Next lesson this weekend. -Henry P Arnold
Yeah, sure. I'll even bring along a bottle of tequila and this way you don't have to buy all the drinks.
Nash
Quick learner, you are. Bodes well. -Henry P Arnold
Always been a quick learner, actually. I'm pretty good at picking up what I want to know as long as I'm interested enough. Ravenclaw in me, I suppose.
Nash