In a small corner of Hogsmead, you'll find the Full Moon Night club where most of the students go to get away from it. Just remember no flying while intoxicated!

Ulti popped in hoping to meet some chicks to dance with and took a seat at the counter. He ordered some food then began eating a beef burger topped with pumpkin juice and gulping down a firewhisky. The dance floor was clear and the DJ was in the back chatting away with the chef.

Her hands delicately swayed the door as she peered into the empty club. Maybe she should have gone with tardiness. It was a women's prerogative. Her heels clipped the wooden floor as she motioned towards the bar. Elle weaved a hand through her curls, laying them over a shoulder. The, appropriately chosen black dress cut close to her silhouette, stretching to her knees. Her body found a stool at the bar. She crossed her legs at the knees seductively. Stirring the barman's attention was easy enough. "firewhiskey please..." she uttered, flashing a smile.

Shawn stepped into the club, and looked way out of his element. He rolled his eyes and stepped towards the bar. He sat down at the end, and leaned his staff against the wall right next to him. He waited for the bartender to come serve him.

"John." Shawn muttered, nodding as John the bartender came over to him.

"Shawn, the usual?" John replied, nodding back, putting a rag over his shoulder.

"Yep.." Shawn retorted smirking. "You know, you're damn near lucky you guys have the hardest shit in town, otherwise I wouldn't be here.." He added, as John passed him a firewhiskey.

"Cheers.." Shawn muttered as he downed it in one gulp. "Keep 'em coming, It's gonna be a shit show tonight, John..." He added, chuckling to himself.

Her lips glossed the transparent glass, welcoming the liquid openly. The whiskey trickled down her throat leaving remains of warmth on her tongue. She set the glass down. It seemed her presence wasn't the only one invited in tonight. A man attracted her attention. Now why would anyone need a staff such as that? Elle thought. She dressed her lips with a finger, swaying it along the reddened edge. Mysterious. How alluring. Her body buzzed at the prospects. She took another mouthful of her drinking, tentatively placed it back on the bar.

Shawn downed his 7th firewhiskey with a smirk. An 8th one was infront of him quickly. "You know, John, I do love how you do business.." He smirked as he spoke, taking this next one easier. He took a sip, and leaned back in his stool.

"Shawn, you're lucky the school pays me to keep you drunk..." John said, with a chuckle.

"Yep. It's good to be a 19 year old professor, yah know that John?" Shawn retorted, finishing his firewhiskey with a second gulp. "Keep it comin'," He added, with a smile.

The club didn't seem as active as it usually was, through Fleur was happy to help create a little spontaneous noise stop the building from becoming dull.She hated dull places. Brushing back the blonde strands that flitted at her chest,she caused her hand movements to look more dramatic. The trouble with these small unknown places were that it lose excitement. Stopping the reason for her entrance, she let her boots glide along the wooden boards towards the familiar raven haired student. Elle. A elegant smirk formed on her rouge lips, her blue eyes still stationary on the figure she was walking towards. Three steps was enough, lifting her slender frame onto a lonely bar stool.

"Well hello there Mrs. Malfoy..." She uttered, dressing her lips with a smile. The blonde displayed her usual radiance, with or within the three little destroyers. "Managed to get away from Lee then, my little dove." She signalled for another drink for her friend. She had missed there secret meetings and her friends company. The school had become, less than exciting since she was pulled from it's claws. Her eyes found their way back to the man, intoxicated. "You don't happen to know who that man is?" She whispered to Fleur with a grin.

Shawn had finished his 15th firewhiskey by then. The drinks didn't phase him much anymore, but it tasted like a slice of heaven.

"Shawn, man. You drink like a freakin' god. Everyone but you would be dead by now."

Shawn smirked, as John passed another drink towards him. "Hey man, Takes years of training..." he said, taking the drink in one gulp. "Oh, you guys still got that special mug for me?" He asked, smirking.

"Hell yeah, man. Lemme get it for you." John said as he took Shawn's glass. He walked into the back and came back with a huge mug, that he could only hold it by using both hands. He chuckled as he placed it on the bar infront of Shawn and grabbed a fresh bottle of firewhiskey.

"Fill me up, man." Shawn said with a chuckle, as John poured the whole bottle into the mug. "God I like free drinks..." He said, as he picked it up with one hand, and started to chug. 4 seconds later, he put it on the bar, finished. "What's that, 18 glasses in there?"

Fleur displayed a welcoming, almost msterious smile at her old companion. It was almost liken a certain sense of deja vu, being in a alcohol covered paradise with Emmanuelle Snape, the witless wonder. Though she had managed to dress up a little, the only difference to her dress code with a low cut top. "Miss Snape...yes he's finally stopped following me around like a love sick animal."Talking about her husband felt slightly strange, though not being around lee or any of her other family was a rare sight. Especially with William in toe, always needing something. Taking the beveridge in her right hand, she raised the glass to her lips. She had missed the taste of alcohol. It made her feel so much younger. Fleur followed Elle's gesture over her left shoulder." Your forgetting I've been trapped inside for four months.Being pregnant does a lot to your body." She uttered.

It was unbeliveable that the woman had conceived three children. Her figure was immaculate. She was almost shocked Fleur hadn't chained Lee to an operating table to stop the whole birthing shard. Emmanuelle dusted her dress back int place as she centred her attention on Fleur. It was after all her 'coming out' ball, well a new discovery back into the world of normal. That husband of hers had kept her caged in that house for far too long. "Fancy playing a little game Fleur dearest?" She uttered, a smirk lighting her face.

"You're not a bar unless you have those bar trail mix snacks..." Shawn joked with John, finishing another firewhiskey. He had moved to the regular glasses again because it was getting expensive for the club. Oddly enough, well not too odd for Shawn, but he was as sober as a bird.

"Shawn, man, i lost count at 50 bro, and that's barely counting the 3 bottles you downed in, well less than a minute. Are you trying to milk me dry?" John joked, pulling out some bar snacks.

"AH! So that's where you hide those buggers... Oh and the school gives you booze just for me, this is my firewhiskey." Shawn said, laughing. He started to nibble on the bar snacks as John filled his glass again. A few moments later he finished that glass off, and smiled. "Almost buzzed..."

She had reframed from giving the full dianostic of the down sides to having children, not to mention having twins. That would keep for another day of adulthood talk.The baby fat from her last pregnancy had just slipped off, she had never had to deal with being over wait, it just wasn't a problem.But there was a limit, she wasn't going through the birthing experience ever again, William was her last.If she had to get Lee sniffed she would. Though her loving husband would do anything she wanted. Noticing the glint in Emmanuelle's eyes, she guessed straight away what game they would be playing.Cat and mouse."Anything"Fleur uttered, going back to the men Elle had been looking at earlier.

"There's only one rule!" She whispered, head verging to her partners neck. Fleur didn't normally agree to insane plots this easily. Her lips collided with the glass once more, the final drop fluttering over her tongue. Elle lifted herself elegantly from the stool, raising her leg to adjust her shoe. "There's no rules..." She giggled. A strap plummetted off her shoulder caressing soft, tanned skin. Although the club was quiet she was sure to make some noise.

Fleur as a little too eger to join in was the slightly childish look Emmanuelle was giving out.But having three children and not much of a childhood changes a person.She wasn't thinking first, and right now she didn't really want to.Tonight she was more likely to agree to anything Elle was handing out. Throwing down the rest of her drink, in a easily wash,her eyes glistened with anticipation. Creating a leveler with her right hand, she gently stepped down from the stool to stand beside Miss Snape."Name the game"Fleur smirked.

After 7 more firewhiskies, Shawn was still okay. "Sober as a bird, John. This is the hardest stuff in Hogsmeade?" he asked, smirking. He finished one more and had it refilled.

"Sorry this stuff can't do anything to yah, what's that... 60 already? Has it been an hour yet?" John joked, smirking.

"Eh, it tastes good as hell man, that's all that counts, yah know?" Shawn replied and finished another one.

Brittany walked into the 'club', obviously perturbed about something. Instead of heading to join the rest of the teeny-boppers dancing to their techno music, she headed straight for the bar.

"Vodka, please- with a shot of Coke."

Elle swayed her face closer playfully towards Fleur. "Are you sure you don't want to back out?" A smirked glossed her lips as her mind ticked over torturing side effects of her fun. Heels clicked back across the floor heading for the Dj. She muttered something to the man. Her body waited in anticipation. Her hand reeled her friend in. "The Game. Tempt as many people, by people i mean men, onto the dancefloor!"

Ulti noticed Britt. "Hey Britt. Wanna dance?"

"Ugh... the DJ's not gonna start playing, is he?" Shawn asked the bartender shaking his head. He downed another firewhiskey, and the drinks were starting to do the trick. "Fuckin' right... finally a buzz.." He muttered, smirking up at John.

"That's a boy, I knew there was a limit to your awesomeness" John replied, chuckling.

"Eh, man, there is no limit on my awesomeness. It just gets better when I'm drunk.." Shawn retorted chuckling. He pounded three more down in a flash, and it was starting to feel real good.

George walked into the club feeling very depressed due to lack of booze.All his buddys had been tailing him for the past week to keep him from drinking but he had finally given them the slip.
"Well not much of a crowd today but thats just as well as long as they have alcohol left"He said to himself as he walked over to the bar"Hiya Elle Whats up Fleur.The two of you are looking very devious should i be worryed?"

Vipera walked in- a little unsure of this little adventure. She had been lacking something lately- and that was a good dose of healthy mischief. She wore a skin tight emerald dress that sparkled, it's neckline plunging with taste before tying behind her back- leaving it open as the dress fanned out slightly just above her knee. Matching silver stilettos were a must and accented her perfect dainty feet. Her long nails were painted green to match and her eyes stood out so starkly against her curled dark hair- her pale skin reflecting the light so well.

She approached Shawn and sat beside him, a smile on her red lips. She batted long dark lashes at the bartender.
"Vodka please. Two shots to start with dear." She said, laying her money down on the table.
"Hey Britt," she called before nodding to Shawn. "What have you been up to?" she asked. She saw Ulti next to her but didn't bother to say anything. She didn't know what to say to him.

"You want a chaser Miss?" the bartender inquired. Vipera arched an eyebrow.
"No." Her answer was simple. She liked the fire that burned her throat- she liked the pain and how hard the stuff hit after enough shots. And besides- she wasn't a sissy. She was more than a girl. She was a damned determined woman. But she needed some fun- and hopefully she'd get it tonight. She noticed Emanuelle and gave her a Slytherin smirk before winking. Drunk already.. very classy.

Ulti's eyes met with Vipera's but she didn't say a word. She was obviously overwhelmed from their last encounter still. He decided to approach her. "Wanna dance?" he asked. His hand reached for hers.

Before Brittany could reply to Ultimater, he had already asked Vipera to dance. Oh well... she thought. She sighed, downing her shot, sliding the glass back for a refill. She smiled at Vipera and nodded, still not sure whether they were okay or not.

Ulti moved close enough for Vipera to touch and she almost cringed. It was taking awhile to get used to this socializing thing. She smirked at Britt and downed her two shots in seconds, reveling in the burning sensation that rushed down her throat with the liquor. She arched an eyebrow and moved over to Britt. She nudged her with her elbow as she passed playfully- as if to say everything was okay but.... obviously she couldn't say it out loud yet.

"Okay Ulti..."

She nodded, understanding what the nudge meant. She smiled and decided to sit down on one of the empty bar stools, watching everyone dance. How long has it been since I've danced? She wondered this. It had certainly been awhile...

"Hey Britt, why not take a firewhiskey, they've got the best in town here, my own stock.." Shawn said, with a smirk. The buzz just setting in. "John, my man, give the girl a real drink for me?" He added, firing down the 80th firewhiskey of the night. "Finally hitting the right spots..." He muttered, with a chuckle. He turned and looked at the rest of the people in the club. It was starting to fill up, after awhile. Not many people here as over in the usual bar he frequently went, but then again, he liked his fair share of quiet. Hopefully, he'll be gone by the time the DJ played too much techno. He hated techo, with a burning passion.

She looked at Shawn and smirked, holding up her shot.

"I'm more of a Vodka person myself, however, if this DJ keeps playing this techno music, I might have to start in on the hard stuff."

She winced as another loud, obnoxious techno beat began to play. She sighed, shaking her head. Terrible...

Vipera waved over her shoulder at Britt and smiled. "Yeah..." she winced at the techno and yearned for something different- something that would make her heart beat fast.

Her attention shifted towards George. The man seemed to have the best of timing. She lurched elegantly, gripping her hair give both hands aggressively. Her teeth bared, revealing an element of a grin. Cat like eyes glittered in the rays of artificial light. "My dear George you should be quivering in you boots." She giggled, her teeth gripping her bottom lips seductively. Tanned hands teased at her dress as she danced to the music. "Wana know how to make me happy George?" she whispered, lips caressing his ear.

Ulti was usually a guy for techno but he felt like a dementor about to dance with Miss cold-feet. He amused himself by imagining an ingot of ice attached to her feet and had to look out of curiosity. "Do all your dresses look this good on you?" he asked as he scanned her from bottom up and blushed. He guided her to the dance floor but saw the techno wasn't working for her so he walked her back to her seat. He surprised her when he didn't let go of her hand so she could sit down. He guided her feet up onto his and directed her other hand to the back of his waist. He met eyes with her and pressed her body up against his. "About earlier..." He began as he started to dance with her. "I'd be a fool to let you go. You mean too much to me..." The dance turned more into an embrace. His nose was right up against her hair. She smelled nice. The embrace lasted until the DJ swapped songs. Ulti figured his dance must have been a complete train wreck and slowly released her. He was obviously bothered by something. The thought of Britt raced through his mind. He missed flirting with strangers. He didn't want to become all locked-up by limiting himself only to Vipera. How many more women would he tell "I love you" before finding the right one. He had feelings for her, but still. His heart didn't belong totally to Vipera since there were many women before her.

Vipera laughed as he spoke.
"Of course they do." she said, laughing as he blushed as he looked her over. His hand took hers and he pulled her into an awkward stance, her feet moving with his as they slow danced to techno- that was odd. She smirked at the comedy.
"About yesterday..." she murmured, putting a finger to his lips. "It was yesterday okay- maybe we should just take it a day at a time. Yesterday is over..." She let him pull her to him for a moment as they danced and she felt him sniffing her hair. She smirked.

Garnier ......

She laughed softly and squeezed his hand as she felt his eyes flit to Britt.
"No pressure- you do what you want babe and let me do mine I suppose- a day at a time." He wasn't the type to settle but she was sure he cared for her in more than a physical sense. She had fallen into his arms at her worst- when she was just craving for any sort of affection to dull the pain- she even let herself have a few feelings for him even- and that in itself was a shocker. But it'd never work.
Vipera never shared her toys. And he wanted to play the field.

She parted from him when he released her and smiled, something soft in her eyes- as if she knew what he was thinking. Did she? It was possible. She was a Legimens after all and she had a knack for these things. And, if love to him was a chain of sorts- well, damn love to hell- she didn't want to chain anybody.
"Don't worry- you're uneasy. Have a drink- I don't mind what you do Ulti- my heart's hard to break- I doubt you could do it." she said, a little bit of mischief in her eyes as she moved back to Britt and Shawn.

"Two more shots please" she asked the bartender kindly, her green dress sparkling as she moved- as if she were some sort of dark angelic mermaid- so beautiful but so cold. She was a challenge- a fantastic catch to whoever would tame her.

Psssh. As if that would happen. The day a man tamed Vipera would be the day that hell froze over.

Ulti was relieved when Vipera didn't hold "I love you" against him.
He felt like Guinevere trying to choose between Arthur and Lancelot.
He knew she was thinking hell would freeze over before a man would tame her.
She was stubborn, he liked that about her. It made trying to break her more of a challenge. But he would never settle down because his split personality could never choose. He took a seat by Britt and ordered a drink. "I'll have whatever she's having." He probably had better odds with her. Vipera was too much for him. He wondered if he could ever stop seeing her. Nah... There will probably always be a place in his heart for her however small it may be. He gulped down some Vodka. Maybe Britt would be more accepting. "My offer still stands." He sighed. Women... He figured Vipera just liked taking relationships slowly.... very slowly... omg, someone needs to melt her cold-feet. How is a guy supposed to do that? I would change for her... He wondered what she saw in a man. The thought of settling down crept into his mind again. Forget it!

Vipera had known fits of passion before, relationships that took her to a place of heat and desire, but she had the power then- and here and now- she was suspicious of Ulti and his motives. And, he obviously seemed blind to Britt's love for Shawn. Vipera smirked with a wicked giggle as he mentioned to Britt that his offer still stood.

And then she wondered if Britt had told Shawn that she still loved him- well, that was Vipera's impression anyways. She smiled and downed the shots, the liquid burning less and less with each round. She was beginning to feel warm. She was a little bit of a lightweight.

As for men, Vipera wanted someone strong enough to melt her- to break her- to rip everything that she was to pieces- to challenge her- to fight her bite by bite until the battle ceased and she was in surrender. that's what she wanted. She wanted no courtship or pretty words- she wanted a fight for possession-Vipera was drawn to power and anyone that would give her damn good fight would be well worthy of her heart.... in her eyes.

But she doubted any man could do that, but she was willing to let them try.
She was a castle waiting to be conquered.
And her doubt...
Well, her doubt was the dragon.

"Ok who are you and what have you done with Elle?"George asked laughing"Because as everyone knows i always drink before anything else.You understand dont you"

Annabell walked in glad to have some sort of hang out with people kinda her age, better than nothing. She walked over to the drink table and ordered a drink sipping it slowly as she looked around wondering if she knew anyone.

"Woahkay. Britt, go dance with the poor boy." Shawn said smirking. There were no more romantic feelings between them, there can't be. He can't love anyone, no more. Not after last year. Not after the war. "John, I want my mug back..." Shawn muttered, finishing another drink. Drink away everything you've remembered in your life... Shawn thought to himself as John brought him his ginormous mug. He filled it, and with one hand Shawn downed it in 3 seconds. "Good thing this finally hits the spot..."

Annabell looked aroudn and spotted no one, she sighed looking down at her drink as she ran her finger around the rim. *Yeah right, did you really expect him to be here?* she thought to herself as she looked back up leaning against the bar one arm folded across her stomache as she drank.

As he waited for Britt to reply, the Vodka hit Ulti. Everything slowed down but his thoughts moved on at their usual speed. He associated alcohol with centaurs since it was compatible with him but not many others. Vipera might have been stubborn but he was stiff-necked. He thought of himself as Lancelot - he could tame or mount any horse. Ulti continued to wait for Britt to speak up, seemed like forever even though he knew it was only a moment. Did she like Shawn?

Annabell looked around waling around the wall slowly stopping on another wall, everyone seemed to be with some one, and no one seemed to be alone. "this was a mistake" she whispered and muttered to herself.