Bellatrix had a spankin new eye patch, I mean. It just slapped.
She adjusted it's position over her perfectly healthy and functioning right eye and enjoyed the view in the mirror.
Fuck she was hot.
Bellatrix felt very confident. She had amazing taste and a great ass. She looked good in anything and especially good in the tight black dress and slingback heels she had chosen for the evening.
She fluffed up her curls one last time and headed back out into the world.
The club was packed tonight. Not one of Bella's favorites but clearly popular with the twenty-something crowd if the throngs of writhing masses were anything to go by. She took in the sight of their undulating form, individuals but a singular entity, nearly shapeless on the dance floor.
Damn was she high? Fuck. What was in that drink...
"Bella!!"
She turned at the sound of her named yelled over the cacophonous rumblings. It was her sister, Narcissa. She was sitting at the bar. She was also a lobster.
Bellatrix was suddenly at the bar.
"Why are you a lobster Cissy?" Bellatrix asked plainly.
"Oh shit, you are so fucked up. Where the hell did you get an eye patch?" asked the lobster, boldly reaching it's claws for Bella's new Eyecessory. (Eye accessory, she's a genius).
"Fuck off!" yelled Bella, swatting the claw away. "You're not even my real sister. My real sister isn't a fucking lobster."
"Oh Jesus fucking Christ Bella! You are totally fucked. Why did you even bring me here? I hate themed clubs."
The lobster was being kinda a fucking downer, if Bella was being honest. Way more downer behavior than you'd expect from a lobster in a night club.
"If you call me a lobster one more time Bella I'm leaving you here. I'll let the first disgusting stranger take you home like this, don't think I won't."
Bellatrix took a seat next to the lobster and contemplated disgusting strangers. Another lobster approached her from the other side of the bar.
"Can I get you anything to drink?" asked the less judgemental lobster. Asked the lobster who definitely didn't have a stick up their butt, for sure, unlike some people.
"Okay you can fuck right off Bellatrix. Find your own way home."
And the sisterly lobster with downer vibes scuttled away, into the lights and sounds.
Is that a fucking jelly fish?
"Oh yeah, it's like, a modified disco ball." said the remaining lobster. Bella's only friend.
She stared into the soul of the Jelly Fish Disco Ball as it hovered above the dance floor. What was this place?
"You're supposed to feel like you are underwater. With the lights and the sculptures and everything. Oh! And the drinks all have sea creature themes."
Bella turned to the sound of this melodious voice. Not a lobster. A woman was sitting there. Fucking nice tits.
"Well thank you. Quite a compliment from a beautiful woman such as yourself. Even if you are tripping right now."
"Excuse you?"
"You stole my drink."
"I did?"
"Yes. You approached my table where me and my friends were about to partake together. You complimented my ass, then took my shot."
"The vodka?"
"Yes. The vodka. Laced with LSD."
"Huh. Did you give me the eye patch?'
"No. No but. I tried to follow you but I lost you in the crowd. I think maybe you should come with us. One of my friends is sober and knows a lot about acid trip care. And I mean. I'm sober too."
"You trying to fuck me?" Bellatrix asked hopefully.
"Absolutely not." said Hermione seriously.
"Where are we?"
"At the bar of an underwater themed club."
Bellatrix took a moment to think, about lobsters and strangers and how hot she was. "You're going to fuck me." Bellatrix decided then hopped off the barstool.
"Hey! Your friend left! You gonna pay for her drinks?" yelled the sad lobster guy. Bad vibes after all.
Bellatrix turned around and then said to him seriously, "Absolutely not", then she turned to...
"What's your name?"
"Oh, um. Hermione."
"Mhmm. Good name. We're gonna fuck."
"You can't even consent properly! I won't have sex with you while you're high!"
Bella smiled knowingly at Hermione. Because she knew. "But you will have sex with me."
Hermione blushed. Spluttered.
Bellatrix turned back towards the fray. The wallowing mass. She strode in, blind in one eye, focusing on that blessed jelly with the other. "Let's dance."
And Hermione followed.