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Post by Desiree Koster on Jul 3, 2015 12:05:10 GMT -5
Desiree Koster wore denim shorts and a powder blue tank top that showed off her boobs nicely, she thought. Even though it was summer, or what counted as summer here in England, she shivered slightly. It was overcast and threatened to rain, and that was cool enough to bring out the gooseflesh on her freckled arms. She thankfully pushed open the door to the Leaky Cauldron, where her search had finally led her, and made her way to the bar. As she sat, she hooked her purse on the back of the barstool and the silver bangles on her wrist jingled lightly against one another.
When she spoke, it was with a heavy, unashamed Australian accent. "I want a double bourbon on the rocks with a bit o' seltzer." The barkeep looked at her funny, but turned to make the drink without comment.
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Post by Maverick Callahan on Jul 3, 2015 13:22:30 GMT -5
At the other end of the bar, Maverick emerged from the room he'd converted to a tattoo parlor and just managed to hear the drink ordered. Only one person could have both that voice and such a strange drink favorite. He wasn't happy to see this particular familiar face at his bar. Annoyed, he snatched the drink from the barman and approached Desiree. He slid the drink across the bar, then leaned over the surface on his forearms, speaking low. "Why are you here?"
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Post by Desiree Koster on Jul 3, 2015 13:26:04 GMT -5
Desiree took a long pull from the glass, immediately wishing she'd asked for no ice as the cold liquid hit her. After, she carefully placed a napkin on the bar, then settled the short glass on top, so as not to leave a water ring. "Samson's going to Hogwarts now," she said, "and I want my money. He needs school things, and all," she said in a matter-of-fact tone, giving Maverick a matching matter-of-fact look. It was a perfectly reasonable request to make of the father of her son.
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Post by Maverick Callahan on Jul 3, 2015 13:30:02 GMT -5
Maverick Glared. "I sent you the damn money," he claimed, but now that he thought about it, he couldn't quite remember when he'd sent the last payment. Bugger. "You should've gotten rid of it like I said, I didn't want anything to do with it in the first place." He said this as if it would absolve him of any responsibility.
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Post by Desiree Koster on Jul 3, 2015 13:32:08 GMT -5
Desiree aimed a well-practiced swat at Maverick's forearm. Growing up where and how she had, it was practically a requirement to know how to give a swat hard enough to sting but not enough to bruise. "I'll not listen to that talk, and I haven't gotten any payments for nigh on two years." Which had meant a rough two years, but now meant she was in for quite the payment.
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Post by Maverick Callahan on Jul 3, 2015 13:35:04 GMT -5
Maverick didn't so much as blink in response to that swat, which wasn't nearly the worst he'd received from this woman. "Well, I haven't got two years of paymnts to give you today, so you can bug right the hell off after you finish that drink and pay for it," he said, then pushed away from the bar as if dismissing her. He couldn't believe this pain in the arse had shown back up.
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Post by Desiree Koster on Jul 3, 2015 13:37:16 GMT -5
"I think I won't pay," Desiree said. "You ran off on me and you boy, and I think I deserve some free drinks for the trouble." She downed the last of the drink and pushed it across the bar expectantly. Drinking to excess wasn't something she tended to do in public anymore, but she had a point to make. Trash she may look, but she had her boy's best interests at heart, or so she thought. She was a good mother.
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Post by Maverick Callahan on Jul 6, 2015 9:58:31 GMT -5
Maverick snorted. "You're a bitch," he stated, standing behind the counter with his arms crossed. "You told me it was safe." And he'd chosen to believe her damn calendar was safe, and he'd chosen to forgo other birth control methods with her, but details. He hadn't made the same mistake again. As far as he knew. "Is the brat at least...normal?" he asked cautiously, afraid of almost any answer, but he filled her damn glass, anyway. Very reluctantly.
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Post by Desiree Koster on Jul 6, 2015 10:00:00 GMT -5
Desiree waved off his comments, then shrugged at his question. "He spends all his time reading muggle fantasy, but I don't give a damn what he spends his silver on. "The boy had probably never touched a gold galleon. "So far no dating, but he's just now in fourth year. And his marks are average. Got a damn pet snake, too, was worried s~less he wouldn't be allowed to bring the thing to Hogwarts with him." The ginger-haired woman took a long drink and crossed her legs at the knee, bouncing a thin thong sandal from her toes.
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Post by Maverick Callahan on Jul 6, 2015 10:03:12 GMT -5
Mavericak officially knew more about the kid now than he'd known the past fourteen years. Total. "Hell, by the time I was fourteen, I'd f~ed two different girls already. Even Ariel did the deed when he was like fourteen, and he's so queer he married a f~ing fairy boy." He brushed off the weird hobbies; entertainment was hard to come by back home. At least the kid wasn't flunking out. "He's not queer, is he?" he asked, almost as an afterthought.
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Post by Desiree Koster on Jul 6, 2015 10:05:09 GMT -5
Desiree gave a decidedly unladylike snort and shrugged. "He's not so much as made eyes at anyone, so far as I know, so even if he is I wouldn't know. I'll let you know as soon as I find out, if he is, though, then you can beat the s~ out of him like you did your brother and his friend." Homework had been done before this move. She ignored the glare she knew her old lover would throw her way and focused instead on swirling the swizzle stick in her glass. "I ain't asking you to be f~ing father of the year, just pay me the damn money you owe us."
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Post by Maverick Callahan on Jul 6, 2015 10:07:34 GMT -5
Maverick sneered, then barked an order at his barman, who had started to stare. The man scurried away to get to work again. The boss' mood was now officially ruined. "Whatever, I'll send something, you cow." And maybe he should send an owl with some rubbers to the damn kid. God knew what the woman would do if she became a grandmother before the brat was of age. "F~ off out of here when you finish that drink, I'm taking them out of what you claim I owe." He stepped away from the bar and disappeared into the back room. Employees made a mental note to avoid their infamous boss for the rest of the day.
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Post by Desiree Koster on Jul 6, 2015 10:08:51 GMT -5
Desiree took her time with the drink, then had a third and a basket of chips with mustard on the side to prove her point. True to her word, she didn't pay her tab, though she left a sickle for the frazzled barman to ease the sting of Maverick's likely anger. She hopped off her barstool, slid her purse snugly onto her shoulder, and strode out of the building, her head held high.
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