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Wimbourne Wasps Chaser
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Post by Olivia Moretti on Feb 26, 2024 10:15:30 GMT -8
Monday Feb 26th, 2024 | Club Brielle | Evening The Wimbourne Wasps' management felt that their team could benefit from a little 'team-building'. Instead of practicing Monday evening, they had arranged for the whole team to meet up at Club Brielle for some kind of mixer. It was perfect, according to them, because Mondays were slow days and the team would virtually have the entire place to themselves. Liv didn't see how drinking at the beginning of the week was beneficial, but she went along anyway. The dark-haired witch focused on getting herself ready earlier on in the evening. Her hair she left down in loose waves, her makeup was lightly applied, but her ears were adorned with diamonds and her dress was the real star of the show tonight. The black dress was classy enough with just the right amount of glitter to catch your eyes in the light. It cut down low on her back, showing off her defined shoulders. Gone were the days were witches and wizards only dressed in robes. Olivia bent down to fasten the straps of her heels before she tucked her wand in her handbag and Apparated to the club.
She landed gracefully in an alley a block away, her heels clicking against the concrete as she walked out of the dark and into the light of the street. It wasn't long before she made her way to the club's entrance. Olivia gave her name to the bouncer and was let in immediately, the girl gave the wizard a smile as she entered. The club was not empty when she arrived, but it wasn't as full as it would be during the weekend. Liv moved passed people dancing and headed for the stairs; management was sure to have reserved the VIP section for them. She climbed the stairs slowly, her heart pounding in her chest as she got closer. There were some she got along with well on her team, but there were also some that treated her poorly. Her dark gaze lifted to see most of her team mingling upstairs, drinks in their hands. A few were congregating near the food table, eating their hors d'oeuvres and chatting animatedly. Liv felt a little out of place around them. She was a rookie, after all, and a werewolf rookie at that. No one was excited to greet her.
Liv strolled over to the bar and was poured a glass of champagne. "Thank you," she told the bartender with a smile as she took the glass from her. She decided to take a seat there at the counter so she could continue to get drinks. It wasn't like anyone had noticed her arriving. Or so she thought. As Olivia was sipping on her champagne, a hand reached out to touch her on the shoulder. Liv turned slowly to find the face of her Captain smiling down at her. "I'm glad you came," he said. Mason had always been friendly to her, always willing to extend a helping hand to her since she joined the team. Liv shrugged and offered a small smile of her own. "Where else would I be?" she asked him, bringing her glass to her lips to down a small portion of it. "Fair enough," he responded. Then his expression turned rather serious. "I hope you do try to mingle a bit. The managers aren't going to be too happy if you're not seen talking to at least some of the others." Liv's grip on the glass tightened. "I'll do my best," she said with a tight-lipped smile. Mason patted her on the shoulder and nodded before he took his leave. Olivia then downed the rest of her champagne and ordered another.
A couple hours had gone by and Liv was properly buzzed. She had barely ventured far from the bar, though she knew she had to eat something if she was to Apparate back home. Liv had made her rounds to everyone except one. Since she joined the team, it had been clear to her that Sawyer couldn't care less about her. Under normal circumstances, she would have confronted him about this, but she didn't want to risk losing her spot by stirring the pot. Still, the sight of him lit a fire in her belly, resentment pooling on her tongue and leaving a bad taste. She tried to wash it away with more champagne. Olivia was content just staying at the bar for the rest of the night, but when the one person she didn't want to approach came over to the bar for another drink, she decided she needed a better hiding place. Liv downed the rest of her glass and set it down on the counter before sliding out of her seat, her legs a little wobbly. She tried to take a step forward, but her ankle rolled and she found herself falling right into Sawyer Rhodes. Heat rushed to her face and she immediately pushed off of him, her dark eyes flashing dangerously as she looked up at him. There was no denying he was handsome, but his good looks were soured by his bad attitude. Liv almost walked away from him, but the alcohol had lowered her inhibitions and she could hold her tongue no longer. "What's your problem with me?" she snapped at him. "You've been a right prat since I joined the team and I want to know why."
Sawyer Rhodes
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Post by Sawyer Rhodes on Feb 27, 2024 12:32:04 GMT -8
Sawyer was eager to participate in the "team building" that upper management had put together. He was still relatively new to the team, only being there less than a year, not yet meeting everyone who worked behind the scenes. Networking was always in the back of his mind, wondering what he could gain from his next interaction. He knew that sounded a bit manipulative, but it wasn't like they didn't gain anything either. They got to meet him! He was suave, charismatic, and had a vast array of networking that benefited everyone in the end. This event was just as beneficial for them as it was for him.
He kept his outfit simple with a simple sweater, a nice leather jacket over with decent black trousers. His hair was styled with styling cream, his curls getting the tousled look he was after. If was more effort than he truly wanted to put in for a Monday night when they were supposed to be practicing. How were they going to beat Puddlemere United in the next upcoming match if they were schmoozing each other? There were a few team members that needed more work. The Keeper was old and was clearly losing his reflexes. The Assistant Manager couldn't tell the tail end of a broom if it hit her in the face.
But, apparently, team building would fix these issues.
When he arrived at the club, it was much busier than the team had anticipated. Someone must have leaked that they were going to be there, not that it mattered. He was immediately sought out by fans, gushing over his accent and obvious skill. Sawyer returned the thanks, giving them a dashing smile and carried on, thankful at the upper section was dedicated just for the Wasps'. He grabbed a beer before greeting the aging Keeper and Seeker.
He met Millie from PR, who gave him her personal phone number in case he needed help in an emergency. He stuffed the card in his pocket and moved on, meeting more faces, like young Tim from Laundry, who claimed to be a big fan, which Sawyer couldn't blame him. The night flew by as he lost track of the time and the number of beers he had drank. He determined that one more would suffice in his mandatory time there before going home.
Sawyer made his way to the bar, only to be interrupted by someone falling into him. Instinctively, he reached out to catch the woman. He looked down to see the attractive face of Olivia Moretti. Removing his hands as quickly as he could while a shudder cascaded down his spine, she started speaking. He wished that she hadn't. Hearing her talking made it feel like his ears were bleeding from her claws he knew were buried somewhere under her flesh.
His brows knitted together, his face contorting as if he just ate something sour. "As if you don't know," he remarked, his voice laced with disgust. "I don't know what talent they saw in a monster," Sawyer added, wishing that he had known that they had signed a werewolf at the same time. He would have tried to get out of the contract before it was too late.
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Year/Job
Wimbourne Wasps Chaser
you are the moon that breaks the night for which i have to howl |
Werewolf
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Post by Olivia Moretti on Feb 27, 2024 19:56:20 GMT -8
Olivia read up on her teammates a bit before she started. Mason was an excellent Seeker, but he had a habit of getting overconfident when the snitch was within reach. George was a decent Keeper in his prime, but he was starting to get too old for professional quidditch and the press was all over the decrease in his reflexes. The team of Beaters were great at what they did, but one of the pair often aimed for the opponent's Seeker more often than the Chasers. And Sawyer... Sawyer had a real story. The boy who came from nothing worked hard for everything he had and Olivia used to look up to him. Anyone who worked that hard had to be good enough to play alongside her. Or so she thought.
The disgust in his voice did not go unnoticed and Liv bristled at his tone. So that's what this was all about, she thought to herself, her face distorting into an expression of disdain. "A monster? Cute," she said, venom dripping off her tongue. "How very original of you. I didn't realize you were such a bigot. Have any more zingers up your sleeve or is that the best you can do?" Her tone was harsh, her distaste for his words quite apparent. Liv motioned for another drink without breaking her gaze on him. He thought her a monster, did he? Maybe she'd show him just what a monster looked like. "Don't worry, the full moon was days ago. I'm not going to turn before your very eyes," she hissed, taking the glass of champagne the bartender slid over and downing it in one gulp. Olivia slammed the glass against the counter. "What did management have to say? I'm assuming you took your grievances to them." And why wouldn't he? He had to play with a literal werewolf. Oh, the scandal.
Notes: also the imagery... -chef's kiss-
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Post by Sawyer Rhodes on Feb 29, 2024 18:17:50 GMT -8
Her face contorted into something unpleasant. Perhaps she was shifting right there. Werewolves were unpredictable, and so that meant that Olivia was. He had seen how quickly she was to react to calls on the field. He neglected to admit that he did the same thing, the similarities between he and his teammeate. Sawyer scoffed at her rebuttal. He gave her a scornful look. "Of course not. I try not to think of your kind as little as possible," he retorted. Whenever he thought of werewolves, he recalled finding his friends shredded body torn apart. The less monsters were in his head, the better.
"You sure," he asked with poison laced tone at her claiming that she wasn't going to transform in front of him. His eyes narrowed into slits. Sawyer didn't believe that wolves had any control. They were wild beasts trapped in a human's body, waiting for their chance to attack. His eyes followed to where she slammed the glass down, surprised it didn't break. Werewolves had brute strength, enough to tear apart a body.
Sawyer rolled his eyes at her assumption. He had already signed the contract. He was locked in. They weren't going to let him off because he didn't want to play with a werewolf. Sawyer could only bear, not even grin and bear. He only had to deal with her for practices and games. It was only a four year contract for him. Her's could have been different because she was a rookie, so it could even be less if they chose not to re-sign her. "I'm not a petulant child who's going to throw a tantrum," he scoffed. He certainly was not happy and had thrown tantrums about it, but not where anyone could see.
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Wimbourne Wasps Chaser
you are the moon that breaks the night for which i have to howl |
Werewolf
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Post by Olivia Moretti on Mar 1, 2024 8:31:27 GMT -8
His bigotry was almost too much for her. Olivia scoffed and looked away from him as a frown found its way on her lips. Her gaze swept along the rest of the room, their teammates were still mingling at the various tables between them and the exit. She wondered idly if she could get away with leaving, but the flames of the fire in her belly licked and burned her up inside and she found herself turning back to Sawyer. "Are you dense?" she asked him harshly. "I suppose you must have missed your lessons on werewolves. We can't change at will." And honestly, who would want to change when they didn't have to? Liv would give anything to not have to turn into a beast once a month. But she forgot she was talking to someone with blind hatred toward her kind. He likely wouldn't believe a word that came out of her mouth.
And to think she liked him at some point. A sharp laugh fell out of her as he insisted he wasn't a petulant child. "You could have fooled me," she spat out, glancing over at the bartender and motioning for another drink. She looked between the two of them and seemed a little apprehensive to add more alcohol to the charged moment, but she nodded and poured another glass of champagne. Liv took it with a grateful smile to the witch, though her expression turned to disgust as she looked back at Sawyer. "What is more disappointing for you? The fact that you have to play with a werewolf or the fact that you kissed one?" Her dark eyes flashed as she stared up at him, her grip on the glass tight. She pressed her lips against the rim of the glass and downed a small portion of her drink. "Or maybe it's both," she said thoughtfully. "It must be so hard for you."
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Post by Sawyer Rhodes on Mar 1, 2024 19:02:27 GMT -8
"I didn't miss it," he stated firmly. He hadn't thought much about his lesson in third year about werewolves until that grave day in his seventh year. Everything he thought he knew just seemed to be wrong. It had to be at seeing the mutilated body of a friend. Nothing that was even remotely human could have done that, always lurking for the next moment to strike. Olivia was good at hiding it; the need to strike and attack. "That's what you want us to think," he remarked, taking a hearty gulp of beer when she commented that werewolves couldn't change when they wanted. Wolves were sneaky and devious; he didn't expect anything different from a werewolf.
Olivia continued to talk, and Sawyer didn't know why he was bothering with her. He kept things to the barest contact on the field. This was the most he had talked to her since the season had started, finding out that she was a werewolf. He noted how much she was drinking, thinking that maybe she had a problem. Well, another problem, after the monster one. If her inhibitions were low, would she shift here in the club? Sawyer wanted to get away from her as quickly as possible.
Her gaze immediately shifted when her attention was back on the wizard. She looked at him like he was the monster, that he was rotten food that she had just spit back out. Had she not looked in the mirror? She was the monster.
At her words, his eyes darkened, like storm clouds rolling in over the sea, dimming the bright ocean with absence of the sun, angry waves rolling violently. His jaw tensed, a vein pulsing in his throat. His throat constricted, acid burning in his esophagus. He recalled the kiss, the night that they met, where everything ended up being a lie. He was disgusted with himself when he found out he kissed a werewolf and had liked it. He had wanted to scrub his lips raw when he found out what she was.
"It's a living nightmare each and every day," he said with a venom-soaked words.
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Wimbourne Wasps Chaser
you are the moon that breaks the night for which i have to howl |
Werewolf
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Post by Olivia Moretti on Mar 1, 2024 19:19:01 GMT -8
What? Liv couldn't help but let out a broken laugh, a few pairs of eyes now looking over. She gaped at him like what he just said Merlin was a girl. Then her expression darkened. "Oh, you're serious aren't you?" She hadn't met someone this crazy about werewolves since Jackson. Olivia started to feel disgusted with herself. She felt like she had... consorted with the enemy. And she had thought about inviting him inside. Everything in her sunk as the shame flooded her. She was forever grateful he didn't find out that night.
As the storm waged on in his eyes, the fire grew in hers. Liv glared into him with the passion of a thousand suns and as she saw just how affected he had been when he found out, the more amused she became. Where there had been shame just moments ago, there was now an overwhelming sense of satisfaction. Her lips slowly spread into an angry smile and when he told her it was a living nightmare, she leaned in and said, "Good." Olivia threw her drink on him, slammed the glass down on the bar, and turned on her heel. She didn't care that everyone was staring, she didn't care about the flashes from photographers hiding in the background. Liv walked away from him with the most confident strut. Now he knew what it meant to cross Olivia Moretti.
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