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Post by Chase Firebrand on May 20, 2008 10:08:54 GMT -5
Chase looked around skeptically as they walked in. Not that he should have expected more judging by the sign out front, but with the lingering effects of the alleyway still clinging to him, the dingy interior of the bar was another letdown. He didn't say as much, though. Picking another place sounded like too much effort. He led the way to a table near the windows, where light struggled weakly onto the stained wood, then sat. Maybe the place wasn't so bad after all. It matched his mood, at least.
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Post by Cassie Jones on May 20, 2008 10:16:49 GMT -5
Cassie went over to the bar to buy the first drinks. The barkeeper was a little lax and it only took a word to let her buy something a little stronger than usual. She took the drinks over to the table chase ahd chosen and slid one over to him. "I know it's not much, not as nice as the three broomsticks, but at least it's quiet and you're not likely to run into anyone." Cassie said shrugging as she took a sip of her drink, liking the fiery taste. She nodded towards his drink. "Thought you might appreciate something a little stronger." she said , leaning back in her chair.
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Post by Chase Firebrand on May 20, 2008 11:13:48 GMT -5
There was only the briefest look of curiosity before the likely answer was obvious. Chase lifted his drink and sipped, one brow arching as the liquid burned a trail down to pool in his stomach. "Thanks," he said when he finally set his cup down again. He let himself relax a little and leaned back in his chair, long legs extending beneath the table. He let his opinion of the dingy bar shift; drinks like this probably weren't available anywhere else. Certainly not at the club. He let the silence settle for now as he drank; he didn't generally talk unless he had something worth saying.
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Post by Cassie Jones on May 20, 2008 12:54:35 GMT -5
Cassie folded her arms and looked pointedly at Chase. "I know you don't have to answer to me" Cassie started, "but as a friend, what were you doing with her? She's so young, and there was that whole business with Emilian" Cassie chided Chase. She wasn't claiming him for herself, she was jooking out for him. She sighed and sat forward, leaning her arms on the table as a small smile appeared on her face. "Letting your standards slip a little aren't you?" she said teasingly, referring to their meeting in the forest the other day.
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Post by Chase Firebrand on May 20, 2008 17:37:02 GMT -5
Chase arched a brow and took another casual sip of his drink, silently declaring that he didn't have to tell her. He didn't have to, but he told her anyway. Chase set down his cup. "I went into the jewelry store looking for a replacement," he started, raising one hand in a brief gesture to the piercing in his left ear, though the usual earring was missing. "Eloise was there, and Emilian was there. I didn't know he owned the place or I'd have found a way to order what I needed by owl. I ended up leaving with Eloise."
He looked into the dim of the bar, his fingers playing idly against the base of the cup. "She came onto me. I wasn't thinking." That went without saying. Chase paused, the rest of the story thick in his mouth. "She got more than she'd bargained for, and I got..." Physical misery and a gut full of guilt. "It didn't work out," he finished. Chase's jaw tensed.
He blinked, tamping the thought down, and brought his eyes back to Cassie. His lips curved into a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "And how was your day?" he asked, the question entirely rhetorical, and more than a little ironic. His eyes narrowed briefly as Cassie's words filtered through his mind again. "How old is she, anyway?"
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Post by Cassie Jones on May 21, 2008 9:52:03 GMT -5
Cassie sat and listened to what Chase was telling her. In a way she was pleased he had opened up to her. She smiled brightly at his question, ignoring the irony, and not caring if he wanted to hear the reply or not. "Business as usual" she said, shrugging. "She's a fifth year, she could be as young as 15" Cassie said softly.
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Post by Chase Firebrand on May 21, 2008 11:03:32 GMT -5
Chase's expression showed his displeasure. Eloise was definitely on the too-young border, younger than he usually went after, partly for the reason he'd discovered the hard way; inexperience. Not that he'd never gone after a girl who didn't have experience--Dru was a prime example--but sometimes there was a world of difference between fifteen and sixteen or seventeen. He raised his cup and took a long drink, letting the burning liquid distract him for a moment before he brought his gaze back to Cassie. "Well, I didn't know, so it didn't matter," he said. "Too late anyway," he added under his breath.
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Post by Cassie Jones on May 21, 2008 11:11:01 GMT -5
"She certainly tries to act older" Cassie said disdainfully, on the few occassions she had met Eloise she had never really liked her. Cassie picked up her glass and let more of the fiery liquid burn a trail through her insides. Cassie's problem hadn't been too young, but too old. She sighed, remembering some of the customers who had been in the shop earlier. "Little brats" she muttered. Normally hse loved children and she had often tutored the younger students at college, but it had taken her half an hour to set the shop to rights after they had been in.
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Post by Chase Firebrand on May 21, 2008 16:31:50 GMT -5
"Hm?" Chase looked up from his drink, which was nearly gone already. He'd heard Cassie, but wasn't sure who she was referring to. "I hope you're not talking about Slytherins," he said, looking levelly at Cassie. The edges of his lips kicked up into a smirk. "We're far worse than brats." He sighed inwardly. Since when had he lumped himself in with the rest of them?
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Post by Cassie Jones on May 21, 2008 16:35:39 GMT -5
Cassie laughed softly. "No no, it wasn't slytherins I was thinking of, and I could never call you a brat" Cassie said. "Anyway, I meant the brats that came into the shop today." She explained, twirling a lock of hair around her finger without thinking about it.
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Post by Chase Firebrand on May 21, 2008 16:42:01 GMT -5
Chase let the motion of Cassie's hand distract him, at least a little. He idly watched her golden hair flirting around her slender finger, part of his mind slipping into mildly illicit thought while the rest made polite conversation. "What did they do?" he asked, so many possibilities with kids and candy shops that he knew the likelihood of guessing correctly.
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Post by Cassie Jones on May 21, 2008 16:47:22 GMT -5
Cassie sighed, "They came in, made a right mess and left, I'm sure some of them stole, but I couldn't be bothered, I spelled the shop so that none of them can ever come in again." Cassie said, her voice tired and slightly strained. Cassie ran her fingers through her hair, a habit if she was irritated or anxious.
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Post by Chase Firebrand on May 21, 2008 17:20:28 GMT -5
Chase's drink had mellowed him, banishing the misery with Eloise to a dark corner of his mind. His thoughts had shifted, and he was beginning to think of places he could abscond to with Cassie. "So your shop is closed?" he asked casually. He knew it was close, and the possibility was easy to see. It would be a highly pleasant way to finish off the afternoon.
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Post by Cassie Jones on May 22, 2008 1:47:44 GMT -5
Cassie smiled slightly and nodded. "It is, I have the only key" she said softly. She finished her drink, but made no move to replace it, thinking that she might not be in the pub for much longer.
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Post by Chase Firebrand on May 22, 2008 11:17:58 GMT -5
Then ends of Chase's lips curved, a subtle motion easily giving away his intentions. "You feel like giving a private tour?" he suggested. "I'm starting to crave something sweet, and this place isn't doing it for me." He'd had enough of dirt and haste today. Cassie was a welcome change.
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