- Messages
- 24
- OOC First Name
- Kait
- Age
- 11/2016
Celeste was not in the best of moods after losing the game terribly today. To make matters worse, it had been raining. so she was caked in a thick layer of mud. She had come straight back to the hotel to take a nice, long hot shower to wash away the grime from the game. She really didn't like to lose, and her team had been doing too much of that lately. If it continued, Celeste thought she would have to find a team with the capacity for winning. The former Slytherin had every intention of going down to the lounge to have a few drinks and forget about the disappointment of the game. She also had every intention of finding someone with whom to amuse herself. Celeste was a beautiful woman, and she was well aware of the fact and often used it to her advantage. Tonight would be no exception as she was dressed to kill. She ran a hand through her auburn hair as she studied herself in the mirror. Finding no fault with her appearance, Celeste grabbed her purse and left her hotel room.
The lounge was a lovely place, especially for a hotel, but then again, this particular hotel had class. The lighting was low, and there was man playing the piano in the room. An entire wall of the lounge was solid glass that looked out at the ocean. The sun had already set for the evening. Celeste smiled as she shown an empty table near the wall of windows by a hostess. The quidditch player took her seat there and immediately ordered a cocktail. It came only moments later, and she murmured a polite thank you. Celeste took a sip, not paying much attention to her surroundings. Instead, she looked out the glass towards a lonely lighthouse.
The lounge was a lovely place, especially for a hotel, but then again, this particular hotel had class. The lighting was low, and there was man playing the piano in the room. An entire wall of the lounge was solid glass that looked out at the ocean. The sun had already set for the evening. Celeste smiled as she shown an empty table near the wall of windows by a hostess. The quidditch player took her seat there and immediately ordered a cocktail. It came only moments later, and she murmured a polite thank you. Celeste took a sip, not paying much attention to her surroundings. Instead, she looked out the glass towards a lonely lighthouse.