Turn It Up

[Blaine Matthias]

Blaine Matthias was definitely up for some drinks and fun. After a grueling practice with the rest of his team, Blaine needed some time away, which was why he was at a pure-blood party. He tried to invite his best friend, but Vladimir was still sulking or something. Blaine was not. He was still in his youth, not ready to settle down like Vladimir's sister was ready to do. No, Blaine wanted to have some crazy fun before he settled and had children. His brothers were all about family, but Blaine was not. He had a bottle of firewhiskey in his hands as he moved to the music that blasted in the small club, which was just right outside of Sydney. Blaine visited this place often, since it was neighboring New Zealand. Blaine's hair practically flew in every direction as he danced. After all, he did not keep it trim since every time he got it cut, it just regrew just as quick. It was annoying, but the golden eyed lad had not cared about anything since he drank a fourth of the bottle of firewhiskey. He was just ready to party, and wanted to feel nothing else.

The former Ravenclaw prefect seemed like nothing he was before. Blaine never picked on anyone since he was in his third year. He cared nothing about his academics since he graduated. He was living the easy life, which was playing Quidditch. It came natural to him. And he was not even a beater like he was in school. He made a pretty good seeker when he was not hungover the next day. Blaine felt no remorse for his nights out. While Vladimir became more and more unsocial, Blaine was blossoming out, talking to whoever was lending an ear. After all, the former Ravenclaw loved to talk.​

 

[Dinali Mckay]

"I don't care ya cretin, touch me and I swear on your damn mother I'll drop you right 'ere."

Dinali was small, but by the grace of gods she was fiesty. Her mother didn't raise no wimp! Kicking the guy where it hurt, Dinali rushed into the crowd. Some people just did not know how to take no for an answer! The shifting throngs of people made Dinali snort. Even among purebloods some were higher than others, Dinali was one of them. She almost felt like she should be floating above the rest of this people, as much as she loved a party, Dinali could't stand people not knowing their place, it was a pet peeve that she wished she could correct, even amongst her own family there were those more and less worthy than others. Her father was amongst them and though she shared his name it was her mothers influence that made her the way she was. Dinali was not the kind of woman to sit quietly in the corner, she preferred to be up where the action was, taking no prisoners and doing whatever the heck she wanted. Her father disproved of her lifestyle, but she cared less than he expected because she simply shut the door in his face and kept on keeping on.

Dinali found herself with another drink her hand, she wasn't sure where it came from, but heck, she was thirsty so why not? Throwing her arms in the air without a care in the world, Dinali downed her drink and threw it somewhere over her shoulder, she was too far gone to care. Tripping over herself, Dinali fell into someone, he was cute, she grinned up at him. He was taller than her, which really was not that hard. Squinting she could almost tell he was a famous quidditch player, but that thought drifted out of her head almost as fast as it had drifted in. Dancing was too much fun and all she wanted to think about was the movement of her arms and legs and the extension of her body. This was where the real fun was and she pitted all who were missing out.
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[Blaine Matthias]

Blaine really enjoyed the dancing, and to his surprise, someone fell into him. And, from what he could tell, she was stunning. Oh, she was just delicious. He could not resist dancing with her, noticing that she was dancing with him. Blaine could not help it, but his hands went to her waist, holding on to her as he moved his own body to the music. After the song was over, Blaine could not help but notice on how good looking she was, and figured that he should at least buy her a couple of drinks, or escort her to his hotel room for some pizza and ice cream. He didn’t want to do anything more since he was a little more old fashioned than he would even want to admit. At least, get her name first. He decided to introduce himself, flashing a toothy grin toward the beautiful girl, “Hey there. I’m Blaine Matthias.” Blaine brushed his fingers through his hair, noticing on how wet it was with dancing. But, he did not know if it was sweat or whiskey. It was so hard to tell. He was practically sweating alcohol right now, and he desperately needed a good, long shower.
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[Dinali Mckay]

The music had hit an interlude and Dinali grinned up at her sudden dance partner. He was good, he knew how to move which was at least marginally better than that pile of cr@p she'd been dancing with earlier. Using a name the way he'd tried to was like trying to tell Dinali that you were the richest person on the planet, she simply didn't care. She hated when people used their name to get what they wanted especially when they were coming off of the achievements of their three times removed half cousin that once took down a fleet of dementors on their own. The story was bullish!t at the best of times, but it was worse with these people. The guy removed his hands from her waist. She hadn't minded them being there actually so she was as partially disappointed, but she laughed slightly when he introduced himself. She'd thought he looked vaguely familiar, but he didn't play for one of her local teams she was pretty sure. "Nice to meet you, I'm Dinali Mckay." She stepped back a little to reposition her dress after the dancing. She was pretty sure she hadn't flashed anyone, but it was hard to tell sometimes. "Whew, is it hot in here or is it just me?"
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