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Post by stigmatized on Feb 10, 2008 22:12:34 GMT -5
Once again, Ryan found himself walking towards the Hog's Head, it wasn't his usual spot to take a drink, but due to the late over popularity the three broomsticks was having, he thought it would be best to sit down quietly in this lesser classy pub, where even though the smell could be tough to handle, the fire whiskey was as good as any other place.
"Double Fire Please" he stated to the old man behind the counter before sitting down on an empty table. There wasn't more than 5 people there. "Thank you" he stated as the man putted the drink in front of him. Being rich, it was rare to find Ryan in such places where the dust took over, but still, anything for a nice cold whiskey after a week of classes. |
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Post by Lauren Fitzroy on Feb 10, 2008 22:46:28 GMT -5
Lauren made her way through the streets of hogsmeade, the hood of her cloak drapped down over her head, the wind was a bit crazy today, she was trying her hardest to keep her hair out of her face, but, it was a little unsuccessful. She moaned a bit, and pushed her way into the hog's head, she peeked around a bit, the cloak hood was still over her head, hearing the door shut behind her, and a small gust of wind blow in behind her, going past her. Lauren shivered a bit, as she brushed the hood away from her head, shaking her head a bit and made her way towards the bar, taking a seat upon one of the wooden stools.
Lauren gave a small smile towards the bar keep Aberforth Dumbledore "Just a firewhiskey today, Aberfourth." she knew that he wasn't such a people's person, but Lauren spent a lot of her times here, and soon after a while, Aberforth became known to her, who she was and what she desired. Once he slid a glass towards her, Lauren smiled, taking the glass and took a sip from it.
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Post by stigmatized on Feb 10, 2008 22:58:09 GMT -5
The drink was ending and already Ryan was regretting he didn't ask for the bottle. One could say alcohol was somewhat one of his weaknesses, he drank almost every day if not in the three broomsticks or Hog's Head, he would do it in school, where he had a nice stock in his trunk. But it wasn't the same.
A gust of wind caught Ryan's attention making him raise his head slowly from the glass. A figure stood in front of him and as it took the hood from its head, it showed to be a blond girl, she was around his age, which made it more strange due to the fact most girls preferred the "brooms" before this dusty pub.
Ryan watched as she passed by him and took a place near the counter on a bench. "I'm not used to see young girls around here at this time" he stated mostly to himself before he asked for an entire bottle of Fire whiskey. |
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Post by Lauren Fitzroy on Feb 10, 2008 23:27:10 GMT -5
Lauren finished off the glass, a grin growing across her face "You're the best ever, Aberforth" she said, with a small laugh, she looked towards him, sliding the glass back to him, and she could have sworn she saw a small smile peek out across his lips, but she just kept it to herself. Lauren watched him refill the glass and slide it back down towards her, she grabbed the glass and took a bigger sip this time.
Lauren placed the glass down on the bartop, she could have sworn she heard someone mumbling something about young girls not being around here. She raised an eyebrow, looking towards Aberforth, who looked towards her then looked behind her. Lauren swung around and gave a few glances around--most of the people that occupied the place were usual's and their spots were usually in the back corners, hidden away. Her eyes laid upon a boy, who seemed quiet out of the ordinary to be in here "Excuse me, but did you say something?" she questioned.
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