one more round (anatolio)

It was something like three o'clock in the morning, and Thorfinn was up and at the pool side again. Almost everyone else had gone to their rooms or apparated away for the night, so the only sound he could hear was running water coming from somewhere: supposedly something to do with the pipe work, but he had no idea. He was sat on one of those reclining chairs, staring up at the ceiling, smoking a cigarillo, when he heard a sound.

He turned his head, and saw a familiar 'fro of hair somewhere out on the deck.

"Oi Tolio!" he called.

@Anatolio Zabini

The gala was pretty boring as all of his friends had managed to be split up early on in the so-called celebrations. At least there were plenty of foxy ladies and paraphernalia on his person, so it wasn't a total loss. If anybody was still up and roaming the ship, they were almost all peers around his age. Not bad.

The last drug he took had worn off, so he was focused on rehydrating until a familiar voice called out for him. Finn! Anatolio was more than relieved to see that one of his pals were still out and about.

"Man, where were ya?! We could've gotten through that drag high, y'know?!"

He began heading towards his friend's section of the deck. "Did ya score?" Taking the seat beside Thorfinn, he sat down and smirked. "I talked with that jewel chick some."

@Thorfinn Rowle

"Around. Just messin' about, tryin' to keep away from all the fuckin' baldies."

He laughed.

"What ya got left?" It was still a drag, and they still needed to pass the time somehow. Thorfinn smirked at him. "I fucked Rosalie. Completely out of a blue but man, she just came onto me. I just thought well, why the fuck not?"

They could sit there and pretend they didn't like sluts, but they'd be kidding themselves.

@Anatolio Zabini

"So was I, dude. Didn't even catch a glimpse of ya around!"

The ship was more colossal than he realized. He knew it was big. After all, during first year, Vexmoor would run around giving everyone at school brochures and pamphlets advertising the damn thing. Actually being on it in person was a sight to behold. Other than the old, balding men and politicians.

"I saved the good stuff, man!" Anatolio dug through his pockets and pulled out a few small sheets of what appeared to be LSD. "I got more since the train ride!" Hm, what else was there? A baggie of sugar. A baggie of something that wasn't sugar. "Got it all, dude!"

His jaw dropped. He slept with Rosalie?!/ "Man, you're smooth. She didn't entertain me! I thought she was easy!"

@Thorfinn Rowle

"Sweet... pass us that one, would ya?"

He leaned forwards and swiped the bag of sugar, unaware of its contents, and laughed.

"Nah, she's one of those chicks that plays hard to get sometimes, so ya gotta get under her skin first," he explained, opening the bag and sitting up in the lounger. "Say that ya think she's a bad lay, that kinda shit. Then she wants to prove ya wrong."

He wetted his finger and dabbed it into the contents, then smeared it around his gums. Then, after a short while of pulling a face, he spat it out.

"What the fuck is this?! It's all grainy..."

Get under her skin? How was he supposed to do that? Tolio wanted to please chicks, not annoy them!

"Is she a beast in bed, man? Most of Slytherin's nailed her!"

Of course, those were the rumors. How far did her promiscuity go? "If she ever fucked a damn mudblood, I ain't having that." Anatolio did have some semblance of standards high or not.

Anatolio busted up laughing at his friend. Did he really not know the difference between sugar and coke? "Sugar! Man, you're supposed to snort it. Like coke!"

Digging through his pockets, he pulled out a razor blade. "Been using this to cut it!"

@Thorfinn Rowle