Beyond The Darkness : RP: A Second 'Date'

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bd_romilda
2007-06-18 12:20 (link)

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"Still, only one ball... it seems silly," she said, still thinking it was silly when the men gathered around the tele-thingy all stood up and cheered, hugging each other and drinking.

There was a warmth through him as he held her hand. The thought of his lost son obviously pained him. She bit her lip, trying not to show pity, but sensing the pain that he felt. She gave his hand just a little comforting squeeze. "I couldn't imagine losing Liam," she said, shaking her head.

"Pub rules?" she said curiously. "Can't we just..." she imitated waving a wand. "Nobody would know, would they?" she asked with a smirk, batting her eyelids at him as she took another sip of her beer.

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bd_rodolphus
2007-06-18 23:01 (link)

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Rodolphus smiled sadly, quite pleased with Romilda's response to his revelation. He did regret the boy's death but it had been a long time ago and he'd long ago come to terms with it.

"If it were under my control, I would see that you never would," he said with sincerity.

He leaned back in the booth, halting his reply when a waitress came over with their oyster shooters. He nodded his thanks then eyed the shooters with interest. He pushed two towards Romilda then grinned at her.

"Shall we?" he said as he picked up his first shooter. He wondered if her choice of 'entree' had been deliberate. Oysters were known throughout the world as aphrodisiacs. Had she chosen them for that reason or did she simply like oysters?

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bd_romilda
2007-06-19 02:41 (link)

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She heard the sincerity in his words, and gave a small smile. "Thank you. It means a lot in these uncertain times." That was probably the best way to describe the war and everything else that was going on.

When the oyster shooters arrived, Romilda's eyes widened. "Oh my," she said. "That totally wasn't what I was expecting." She managed to give an embarrassed little blush. They were in quite tall glasses. The last time she had (drunk/eaten/slurped) her way through one, it had been in a rather small glass that was barely the size of one shot. "I didn't expect them to be quite so large," she admitted. "I would have only ordered one."

She took the glass, taking a slight whiff of the oyster. She gave Rodolphus a rather smug look. "Only one way to down these suckers," she said, wrinkling her nose. "Can't stand the little buggers any other way." She swallowed it down quickly, making a ghastly face as she did so.

She really had no idea why she'd ordered it - oysters were something she wasn't at all fond of, and only then, after downing the first one, had she remembered that people considered them an aphrodisiac. She gave Rodolphus that smug little look again. "Now see, if we were actually meant to eat those things, they wouldn't taste so bad, would they?"

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bd_rodolphus
2007-06-19 03:06 (link)

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Rodolphus chuckled as he eyed the shooters. "Obviously, the pub believes in being generous."

He watched with a mix of amusement, curiosity and just the barest hint of arousal as Romilda swallowed down the first of her shooters. Amusement at the expression on her face, curiosity about why she ordered them when she didn't like oysters and the arousal came from both the possibility that she had remembered they were considered aphrodisiacs and from the movement of her throat.

He grinned as he picked up one of his shooters. "I had a friend who liked oysters and he once told me that eating them had to be a sign of bravery. When I asked why he thought that he told me to think about the first person who ever ate a raw oyster. That they'd have to have been starving to even try it. They're slimy, they smell, they look like something out of a bad chest cold. Whoever it was must have faced a moment of truth before swallowing that oyster. Did they really need to do this? Did they really want to do this? But if they were starving they had to take the chance and find the courage and swallow it down."

With that he saluted her with the glass and raised it to his lips, tilting his head back and swallowing it down. He put the glass back down on the table and smiled wickedly at Romilda. "When it's going that fast, who can taste it?"

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bd_romilda
2007-06-19 03:25 (link)

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It had gone down so fast, she barely tasted it, but even the thought of it did make her feel a little queasy. His story did amuse her as she looked at the next one.

"I'm fairly certain it was a bunch of drunken quidditch players who decided to eat it on a dare." That had been the last time she had tried one - a very sordid and drunken night with Miles and a couple of his mates from quidditch. "Although come to think of it, he would have had to have been a Gryffindor." It was the only explanation as to why anyone would even consider eating one.

There was a slow and tingling buzz running through her as the oyster settled, and she watched as Rodolphus drank down his own. That playfully wicked smile spoke straight to her, and she found herself mesmerised as he drank. Of course, he didn't make the same faces she did, and he seemed to enjoy it.

"They say you should drink them immediately," she said as she looked at the second glass. If I truly was a brave Gryffindor, I wouldn't be sitting here having second thoughts, would I?" she said as she looked at the glass. She quickly brought it to her lips and tilted her head back, swallowing. If truth be told, she'd swallowed many worse things over her working years, but she didn't want to think about that now.

"There you go. An example of complete Gryffindor bravery." Now the heartburn could set in.

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bd_rodolphus
2007-06-19 03:35 (link)

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Rodolphus snorted with a mix of amusement and bitterness. "If you're hungry enough, you'll eat anything. And considering what they gave us sometimes in Azkaban, I'd have appreciated an oyster or two. Stale bread and equally stale water are not overly appetising."

He shook away the sudden bitterness. He'd had the last laugh after all, escaping from Azkaban not once but twice. And look what he'd done with his freedom - made himself powerful, made his wife a leader and now... he was here with Romilda.

He grinned at her as she swallowed down her second shooter. "Well, staring at them won't make them look any more appetising."

He saluted her again with his second glass and swallowed it down. The alcohol was giving him a bit of a buzz and while he was nowhere near drunk, he would appreciate it when their main meals arrived.

"Hmm,"he said. "If you've just given a display of Gryffindor bravery, what have I done?"

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bd_romilda
2007-06-19 04:13 (link)

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"Oh," she said when he started talking about Azkaban. Again she saw the pain in his eyes, and she rested her hand on his arm. She could see lines around his eyes, lines that she suspected might not have been there had he not had to go to such a ghastly place.

She had lots of questions about Azkaban, but knew better than to ask him. The last thing she really wanted was maudlin and depressed company. "But you're gone from there now," she added softly, "and you need never have stale bread and water again."

"I think that's the point. The longer you stare at them, the more reason you have not to eat or drink them."

"I don't think it counts as bravery if you actually like them," she added with a chuckle. "Although you're right, I can't taste them now, although two shooters and a beer... I might need my own prop to keep me held up as we play billiards," she said jokingly, waiting now for some food to help absorb some of the alcohol.

Surely that must be what was making her just a little light headed, and not the little patch of skin just below Rodolphus' ear that seemed to keep her mesmerised.

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bd_rodolphus
2007-06-19 04:23 (link)

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"Argh," Rodolphus said with a grimace. "Forgive me. Such things are not appropriate topics of conversation on a night like this."

He smiled a little. "Yes, I confess I do like oysters. Have you ever tried Oysters Kilpatrck? They oysters are raw, yes, but accompanied by bacon, lemon, tomato sauce and tabasco. Very tasty."

He grinned. "Yes, I think I've had quite enough alcohol myself for the moment. But if you need a prop, might I be so bold as to offer myself?"

Now that comment could be taken in a few ways. Rodolphus licked his lips and raised an eyebrow at her, a wicked look in his eyes.

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bd_romilda
2007-06-19 04:45 (link)

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She let the topic go, grateful that he could as well. Still, the thought of living off stale bread and water didn't bear thinking about.

"I can't say I have. But it would seem that many oyster recipes seem to have them completely engulfed in sauces or smothered in other tasty foods to help disguise the taste, hmmm? I can't think why?" she rolled her eyes for effect.

It was when he licked his lips like that after such a comment that she let her thoughts wander, and she had to blink to bring herself back to the present. "Well you would certainly be a much more comfortable prop than one of those things that held the cuestick up."

"See, I don't even remember what it is called, I believe you have your work cut out for you tonight, Rodolphus." She matched his smirk with her own, licking the edge of her lip.

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