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Post by Robbie Falconer on Sept 10, 2010 20:14:36 GMT -5
It was bizarre being back in the wizarding world after so long. Robbie had popped in now and then since he'd been walked out on it, but this was entirely different. He was around wizards and witches daily, and sometimes it was entertainment enough simply to watch them as he wiped down the glasses.
He didn't own the place, but Tom was getting on in years, even for a wizard, and had better things to do than stand at the bar for hours. When Robbie'd been sat at the counter lamenting his lack of wizarding dosh, it had just happened.
So here he was, wiping them down yet again, and bored off his arse for the moment. The old hag in the corner had fallen asleep on her recently-emptied plate and even she wasn't entertaining him.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Sept 19, 2010 16:34:58 GMT -5
"Do you have any vodka worth having?" Emilian asked the tatted up redhead at the counter when he came up. He had been meeting up with some old crabby jewelry maker in London and he wasn't quite in the mood to head home just yet. Not that he really expected some dingy pub to have the same caliber of Russian vodka as he had in his cabinet at home, but it was worth a shot.
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Post by Robbie Falconer on Sept 19, 2010 19:13:40 GMT -5
"Aye," Robbie replied, setting down the glass he'd been wiping. "It'll cost a bit more than the usual, but a bloke like you won't take issue with that." The guy wasn't poofy or anything, but he was well-groomed enough. He looked like he could afford some of the better stuff Tom kept around. Robbie named his price and squatted to look under the cupboard, moving aside bottles of cheaper stuff for one of the decent bottles in the back.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Sept 19, 2010 21:54:54 GMT -5
Emilian could probably buy any bit of alcohol in the place, but he didn't say so as he nodded. He could wait and pay when he had finished, he had no idea how much he would end up spending. "Wouldn't have expected a guy like you working behind the counter in a place like this." Maybe at a club with flashing lights or something, not a dingy hotel/pub at the entrance to Diagon Alley.
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Post by Robbie Falconer on Sept 19, 2010 23:40:29 GMT -5
Robbie flashed a grin as he straightened, bottle in hand. "Stranger things've happened," he said. "Took a turn out in the Muggle world for a bit, but couldn't keep away. Chuffed to be back." He'd left without any regrets, and he still had none. Regret was a waste of time, and any mistakes he'd made had made him what he was. "Wouldn't expect to see a bloke like you in here, either." He gestured toward the sleeping hag. "Most are like that old bint."
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Post by Emilian Sota on Sept 19, 2010 23:43:57 GMT -5
"Yeah, well, I'm more than meets the eye," Emilian said, shrugging. He had no problems visiting the seedy underbelly of the wizarding world, as long as no hags tried to get him in bed or something. "Where exactly would you expect to see me?" Hell, he figured he fight right in with the scar still prominent on his face and his ugly hand that he only cared to cover once in a while.
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Post by Robbie Falconer on Sept 20, 2010 0:05:25 GMT -5
Robbie pushed the glass across the counter, then took half a step back, folding his arms over his chest. His jaw jutted forward a bit as he tipped his head back, giving the guy a brief appraisal. Yeah, he saw the scars, but it was the air the bloke gave off that did it. "Down Knockturn," he said. "In one of those shoppes with the ropey thousand-galleon crap in the windows, and with the bread to buy it." He looked classy, but not exactly safe.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Sept 21, 2010 11:08:55 GMT -5
Emilian gave a mock toast before downing the drink in one go. That sounded about right. "Knockturn's the place to be." Not that he made a ritual of going down there, but it was interesting, to say the least. To say he was safe would have been a horrible misjudgment...or maybe not, it wasn't like he had exactly done anything for the past two effing years.
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Post by Robbie Falconer on Sept 21, 2010 12:37:36 GMT -5
Robbie grinned at the guy. "A bloke who can take his bevvy, eh?" he said, the words light with humor and admiration. "You on the razz tonight?" He lifted the bottle, offering another glass. He glanced over his shoulder to be sure Tom was out of sight, then at the hag in the corner before pulling out a glass for himself. As long as he didn't get himself pissed one or two wouldn't hurt.
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the razz - an evening spent out drinking.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Sept 21, 2010 15:40:43 GMT -5
"Not quite ready to head back to Hogsmeade any time soon," Emilian answered, shrugging as he pulled he accepted more and pulled his glass back toward him. And he could probably outdrink the majority of people he came in contact with, especially when it came to this particular choice. "Staying here with a man like yourself sounds like a much better use of time." He made another mock toast, though he settled for a sip of his drink this time.
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Post by Robbie Falconer on Oct 10, 2010 17:26:11 GMT -5
Robbie raised his glass and took a drink of his own. "Cheers," he said. "Add a twist or two and we'd have a right Moriarty, eh?" Maybe a bit more than girls and booze. Music helped, but he wasn't about to make a list. He could have a party with just the girls.
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twist - twist and twirl - girl
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Post by Emilian Sota on Oct 11, 2010 19:43:37 GMT -5
"I can have one with just about anyone," Emilian said, shrugging. He wasn't too picky about it, not that he had had much room to be picky the past couple of years. At times it was too much to think about when all he wanted to do was go out and find some random person he hadn't met before and find the nearest flat surface.
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Post by Robbie Falconer on Oct 12, 2010 13:21:58 GMT -5
"All right, then," Robbie said, lifting his glass. "We'll add a bloke or two to the lot, ditch the hag, everyone gets pissed, and bob's your uncle." Sounded like a bloody good time to Robbie, and he drank to it. He did flick a glance over to the hag, but she was still laid out over her plate, so no harm done.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Oct 12, 2010 13:59:27 GMT -5
Emilian drank to it, as well, finishing off his drink. It was too soon to start feeling warm, so why was he? maybe it had just been too long since he had done anything like this. "That sounds promising," he hadn't done anything even vaguely resembling that int he past few years. He fingered his now empty glass and started measuring up the redhead.
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Post by Robbie Falconer on Oct 12, 2010 15:19:10 GMT -5
"I didn't catch your name, mate" Robbie said, setting his own glass on the counter. He extended a hand toward the bloke for a firm shake. He wasn't bad looking, even with the scar, interesting at least. "I'm off soon, you up to a bit of a trip down the frog? There's a nice club or two that's good for a lark." So what if he'd be closing a bit early? Tom was wanting to sell the place anyway and he'd be out of a job again. Might as well have some fun.
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