#pudley

This was the part that happened too slowly, waiting to be in the ring. There was only so much warming up you could do, but finally they called him in. He smiled and waved at the spectators, his opponent screamed at the spectators, there were different ways of doing things.

Finally they were fighting. Dudley immediately had to go defensive, his opponent was unnecessarily aggressive. Dudley was just as good at taking hits as he was throwing them, it was just a matter of time…

NOW! Dudley shot his arm out and hit him right in the jaw, he felt the crack. His opponent fell, and didn’t get back up.

The crowd was going crazy! Surely this was one of the shortest fights in history, right? Dudley didn’t know. He smiled and ran around the ring, laughing with joy. The crowd was so happy for him!

Soon they were at the after party, and his friends were doing what good friends do- feeding him alcohol. Dudley was very drunk when he declared “WOOO!” before getting up and heading to the bathroom. He opened the door and ran into a small woman.

“Oh honey,” she said. Her short hair cut into her chin. “Mens is down the hall.”

“Thanks,” he slurred.

“No problem, and..." she looked him up and down, like she was trying to decide on something. "And when you’re finished, come find me, I’ll be at the end of the bar,” she winked

Dudley raised his eyebrows, “Sure thing.”

It took him longer to pee than to win the match tonight, but eventually he made it to the bar. She was at the very end of the full bar, the only open seat was the one next to her. He sat in it.

“You found me," she didn't sound surprised. Dudley got the impression that if it wasn't him, it would be someone else. “This party’s kind of crazy, I guess some guy knocked some other guy out really quick?”

Dudley laughed, “Yeah, it was awesome.” Always humble. “Were you at the match?”

“No, not really a fan of pointless fighting,” she said.

“Fair point. I’m Dudley by the way, would you like a drink?”

“Pansy, and I would love one,” she said. Dudley made eye contact with the bartender, held up two fingers and they got their drinks quickly.

While they chatted and drank their drinks, Dudley wished he could say that they had an awe inspiring conversation where they agreed on everything. Where they laughed and got along, and in the back of his mind he just knew she was the one.

Instead, she merely put her hand on his knee and look him in the eye. He felt a rock sink in his gut and he knew that she was trouble. He knew that she could, and probably would, ruin him.

“Do you live around here?” She asked.

“No, but I have a car,” he said.

“You shouldn’t drive.”

“And a driver.”

Her eyebrows raised, but then shrugged. She took his hand and he led them through the party. He saluted his friends who made plenty of shouts of encouragement. He caught Pansy roll her eyes at them.

When they left together, pictures were taken, he didn’t care. The paparazzi screamed questions at him, and he just shaded his face. Pansy did the same. They practically ran to the limo.

Inside the limo, they sat on opposite sides of the car. He saw now that her dress was green. He liked green.

“You’re the guy who did the thing, aren’t you?” She asked. “You could have said that to girl in the bar and taken her home. Hell, you could have said it to me.”

Dudley shrugged. “Its less of a challenge.”

“Oh please, there was no challenge. I picked you and now we’re going back to your place.”

Dudley laughed. “I guess you’re right.”

“I’m always right,” she crossed her legs, but somehow it was more provocative.They sat and admired each other, not really sure which one was the snake, Dudley thought that maybe they both were, but she was definitely venomous.

Soon, the limo stopped at a red light, and she got up, placed both of her hands on his knees and leaned in to peck his lips. Dudley smiled, wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into him, stealing more than a peck.

They made out for the rest of the short ride to his flat. They made out in the elevator and stopped halfway down the hall to make out against a wall. Dudley fumbled with his keys because Pansy licked his fucking neck and he thought he was going to melt.

Inside, Dudley threw off his shoes and ripped off his jacket while Pansy looked around the modern white apartment.

Dudley was tugging off his shirt when she asked, “Hey, do you want to see a magic trick?”

“Sure.” He waited patiently, but really, he just wanted to tear her dress off.

Pansy held her clutch out, shook it twice and her dress rippled off of her. It fluttered in the air, finally settling on the counter, folded perfectly. She stood in confidence with matching black underwear, she even had a garter on.

Dudley was shocked, when he finally managed words, he whispered, “You’re one of them?” She sashayed towards him, placing a hand on his chest. Dudley flinched away, “No.”

Pansy’s face dropped. “It was just a magic trick, relax.”

“No it wasn’t, you one of them, aren’t you? Get out of here.”

“One of what? I’m not anything.” She sounded nervous.

“You are! You’re a wizard or a witch or whatever. Just- just get out of here! Do the thing where you just disappear! Apparatus or whatever!”