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I see you through the smoke.
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Post by AMARIS JADE YAXLEY on Mar 27, 2014 13:19:13 GMT -5
 After receiving his last letter, Amaris smirked to herself. This was their game...or even hers. No matter what else was going on, he came back to her. Another woman? Back to her. Standing up, she ran a hand through her hair, throwing on a jacket before walking out to her car. The drive wouldn't take long. Most of the team lived in the same area; it made getting to practice easier. Pulling up in front of his place, she turned the car off and got out, walking up to his front door- not bothering to knock. Shutting the door and leaning back against it, she called out, "Kostas?" Setting her keys down on a table, she made her way into the kitchen, noticing an open bottle of booze. "I see you weren't lying about the drinking..." Picking up the bottle, she took a swig, opting to hold onto it. Making her way into the living room area, she spotted him sprawled out on the couch. Leaning against the door frame, her blue eyes took him in- arching an eyebrow before taking another drink. "Is this how you've been dealing with the pain?" Amaris smirked, walking into the room further. The sight of him without a shirt on never got old...and she saw it daily. His tan skin was sculpted to perfection. Setting the bottle down on the coffee table, she sat on the couch beside him, reaching out to gently brush her fingers over the bruise on his shoulder. "At least it didn't hit your face. That would have been tragic." She grinned slightly, retracting her hand.
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Long live the reckless and the brave, I don't think I wanna be saved.
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Post by KOSTAS MARCIUS WARRINGTON on Apr 1, 2014 15:56:58 GMT -5
He was helplessly drunk. Not only had he struck out with the girl, yet again. Kostas also had a shoulder that kept him from practice the day after. Which Quidditch was just about the only thing the guy cared about. Sometimes more than himself, which was a miracle of it's own device. His eyes traced over the tele that he was watching, purely out of complete boredom. Which, was yet another reason he asked for entertainment by a particular brunette. She was his go-to, he would not deny it. She was good company for while he could stand her and respected her quidditch career. She was fine. suited him. And always around. He didn't like to question it. Because he was content with it. There wasn't reason to change it. Of course he did switch up his company every now and again, but Am was never apposed to it as far as he was concerned. Nor should she really worry about it. Because he offered her just as much attention.
Kos heard her voice through his house and glanced over. Waiting for her to enter his domain, he wasn't about to move and greet her. He returned her smirk and nodded, "If it works, I don't question it." His words weren't slurred, if anyone were to be a master drunk, it would be Kostas Warrington. He forgot he was shirtless, actually. Kos used clothes fleetingly, particularly around women he was about to seduce. "If it was my other arm, I'd still be able to play." He spoke bitterly, " Still only a few days left. Which I'm translating as one." Kostas replied with a smile.
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