Post by Antoinette Rouge on Jan 31, 2008 17:51:48 GMT
Antoinette swept into the bar, feeling a blast of cold wind at her back, and the tempting roar of jovial voices on her face. Stepping over the threshold, the door clanged shut behind her. With a smile for those closest to her, Antoinette proceeded to the bar. "A butterwhiskey, please." She said, her voice chiming in with the rising and falling tide of those around her. As she reicieved her drink, and handed over the coins, Antoinette's startlingly blue eyes swept the bar for a familiar face. When she saw none, she did not balk, as others may have done. Settling into a chair at the bar, she unfastened the cloak at her ivory neck, laying it over the back of her chair. Sweeping the wave of blonde curls off her neck, she sipped her butterbeer, smiling as the warm sensation descended through her body, rippling out to warm her hands and slender fingers. As the roses faded fromher high cheekbones, Antoine surrepstiously cast a blue eye over the men, and boys, nearest her. With a pang, Antoinette felt herself missing her friends, and the long nights spent at parties, following a handsome chap with their eyes, and flicking flirtaseous glances at those nearest. The ghost of a giggle, sprung perhaps from a long forgotton kiss, fluttered through her mind. Perhaps it was the Christmas spirit, or maybe just the butterbeer, but Antoinette found herself searching more for a handsome face then a familiar one.