Odette felt her shoulders relax back, and a coy smile slip onto her lips as he spoke. There were a lot of things he could do to her that would change her mood, but that didn't mean they were appropriate in public. Which was so boring. It was like anything that was remotely interesting or exciting had to be behind closed doors or kept hush-hush, or you didn't even think about until after it had gotten dark. What was with that? It was as if society wanted you to be boring, and enjoy standing around to talk about dreadfully dull topics for hours on end.
Really. The Daily Prophet needed to lighten up a little. Or at least graduate from the status of only hosting 'Balls.'
In her humble opinion.
And--- Odette couldn't help it, she had to stifle back a (somewhat poorly) laugh as Noah commenced a complete stare-down duel with the man behind the bar. She thought for a moment about ordering another one for him, or simply passing him hers, but the thought quickly appalled her. She didn't need to do anything for him like that... but that didn't mean she wasn't allowed to distract him from this pathetic dominance struggle.
"Mmhmm," she finally responded, smoothly slipping off her seat to stand up. Odette brushed her dress of evenly without a hitch, and as if on a beat moved close to Noah to roughly grab the back of his neck. Pulling him to her, she forcefully pushed her mouth onto his. See, a solution to all their problems.
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