Post by Deleted on Nov 3, 2014 3:24:37 GMT
A beautiful, single woman walking into a filthy, rundown pub in Knockturn Alley would usually be accused of being a fool and it would have been a safe bet that she didn't make it through the night without being seriously harmed... or worse. But not Valentyna Cristelle. Val had a bit of a reputation there, and most knew not to cross her. They knew to do so meant taking any one of many dark spells or getting ripped apart by her Animagus form. Such things had happened before and several witnessed it... and word got around in a place like Knockturn Alley. So she was left alone unless she addressed someone.
Walking into the pub after she had closed shop for the night and put her weasel Snitch to bed, Val found a table in the back, sat down, and propped her feet up on it like she owned the place. Honestly, given her twisted mind and dark connections, she could own if she wanted to, but the Devil's Flair suited her just fine. She ordered a bottle of Firewhiskey from a hideous waiter, and drank the stuff straight out of said bottle when she got it. She looked around, bored as hell. No hotties in the place that night, so for now that particular type of fun was out of the question. Any new victims to torture back at the shop perhaps? No, just the usual crowd of low-lives. Everyone there knew better than to go home with her. Val yawned and took another sip, not even wincing when the liquor burned her throat going down. At least she could get good and wasted. Being intoxicated was its own kind of fun sometimes... as it was unpredictable what she would do once drunk. So she drank all the more.
Walking into the pub after she had closed shop for the night and put her weasel Snitch to bed, Val found a table in the back, sat down, and propped her feet up on it like she owned the place. Honestly, given her twisted mind and dark connections, she could own if she wanted to, but the Devil's Flair suited her just fine. She ordered a bottle of Firewhiskey from a hideous waiter, and drank the stuff straight out of said bottle when she got it. She looked around, bored as hell. No hotties in the place that night, so for now that particular type of fun was out of the question. Any new victims to torture back at the shop perhaps? No, just the usual crowd of low-lives. Everyone there knew better than to go home with her. Val yawned and took another sip, not even wincing when the liquor burned her throat going down. At least she could get good and wasted. Being intoxicated was its own kind of fun sometimes... as it was unpredictable what she would do once drunk. So she drank all the more.
