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Post by Jolie Fier on Sept 20, 2009 4:00:39 GMT
*Follows Katie to the table, ponders for a moment before answering.*
Drinks first, if it's all right with you, of course.
*Nods politely.*
I just... think it will help take my mind off the situation, if you know what I mean.
*Shrugs.*
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Post by Katie Bell on Sept 20, 2009 4:13:03 GMT
*Nods, turning to walk towards the bar*
Oi! Tom, it's me again!
*Laughs, remembering this is the third visit in about a week and a half she's been here*
Firewhiskey!
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Post by Jolie Fier on Sept 20, 2009 4:17:57 GMT
*Also approaches the bar*
Make that two, please.
*Calls to Tom*
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Post by Katie Bell on Sept 20, 2009 4:24:45 GMT
*Pulls out money for her drink from her robes*
*Wonders if she should buy Jolie's as well, seeing as how she invited her in the first place*
I like Firewhiskey a bit more than I should, maybe.
*Grins*
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Post by Jolie Fier on Sept 20, 2009 15:38:26 GMT
*Laughs*
Wait- there's a limit on how much we should love it?
*Her eyes widen in feigned alarm*
*Also pulls out her money and sets it on the bar*
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Post by Katie Bell on Sept 20, 2009 15:52:00 GMT
*Laughs at Jolie's expression*
That was my first reaction too, then a wizard said something like "When you drink your bodywieght of Firewhiskey, you might want to stop lassie."
*Picks her mug off the bar a split second after it appears, dramatically taking a drink*
I might've said "But I'm too tiny...that's not enough Firewhiskey!"
*Shrugs*
But I don't really remember...
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Post by Jolie Fier on Sept 23, 2009 0:19:50 GMT
*Laughs, follows suit and takes a drink of her own Firewhiskey*
You know, you have a point. Your bodyweight in Firewhiskey wouldn't be enough to do much damage.
*Laughs again*
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Post by Katie Bell on Sept 23, 2009 0:23:38 GMT
*Slightly shakes her head, tsking*
Afraid not.
*Smiles as Jolie laughs. Takes another drink*
So, other than running into random witches on the street, what else do you do?
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Sept 23, 2009 23:41:28 GMT
*In need of something tasty to quench his thirst, Greyson strolls into the Leaky, and straight to the bar. He pounds his large fist on top of the bar, calling to the barkeep.*
OI! Tom! Gimme the usual.
*Flashes the man a friendly smile, slapping his gold on the bar to pay for the drink.*
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Post by Katie Bell on Sept 24, 2009 0:15:07 GMT
*Jumps, startled by the booming sound behind her*
*Turns- a bit too quickly as she almost falls out of her chair- to see which lucky witch or wizard was tossed on their bum*
*Eyes widen as she sees who's at the bar. She turns back to Jolie with a smile and whispers*
Oi! You see him? Over there?
*Gestures towards the bar*
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Sept 24, 2009 0:19:30 GMT
*Grabs the glass Tom set in front of him, his friendly smile still plastered on his face.*
This will hit the spot. Thanks, Tom.
*Raises the glass to his lips, drinking it down in one swallow.*
Ahhh...
*Smacks his lips together, pushing the glass toward the barkeep, and thumps his fist a top the bar again. That one went down with ease, hopefully that's a good sign of things to come.*
Round me up another.
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Post by Jolie Fier on Sept 24, 2009 0:47:21 GMT
*Decides not to give Katie information on the... entirety of her profession*
I deal with... well, wizards and witches from all around. And their... troubles.
*Smiles somewhat forcedly and takes another drink as an excuse not to elaborate*
**
*Her heart skips a few beats when her eyes fall on ... Greyson. Her eyes narrow, and her glass slips from her grasp. Reflexively, she catches it with the other hand, and sets it on the bar. She returns her attention to Katie and snarls a reply.*
Yes, I see him. Oh, what a wonderful sight.
*Her breathing becomes shallow as she fights the urge to storm across the room and hex the living daylights out of him*
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Post by Katie Bell on Sept 24, 2009 0:54:42 GMT
*Raises eyebrows in response to Jolie's snarled reply*
Merlin, Jolie! I was talkin' about that one, right there!
*Points directly to Greyson*
That's Greyson, Greyson Ollivander.
*Shrugs, taking another drink*
Not sure which unlucky bloke you're growlin' at.
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Post by Jolie Fier on Sept 24, 2009 1:11:25 GMT
*Sneers*
Oh, yes, I know who he is. And he is the unlucky bloke I'm growlin' at! If you recall, we discussed that we're both distracted. And... Greyson *spits the name* would be the reason for my distraction!
*Proceeds to treat her glass as a stress-ball, squeezing it until her hand throbs*
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Sept 24, 2009 1:12:12 GMT
*Grabs the fresh drink set in front of him, turning his back to the bar, thanking Tom over his shoulder. Greyson leans up against the bar, drink in hand, and happily looks over the crowd in the pub. Lifting his glass to his lips his eyes land on Katie, and he lowers the drink to call loudly out to her over the din of the full pub.* OI BELL!*Starts to weave his way through all the witches and wizards at the bar toward Katie.* *Suddenly he catches sight of a witch sitting next to Katie, and it seems they are having a conversation.* *Greyson's eyes widen  as he spots the witch is none other than Jolie. The glass nearly slips out of his hand, and he yells again.* OI BELL, C'MERE! |
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