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Post by Haden O’Dougherty on May 1, 2011 23:08:54 GMT
-Haden waltzed into the bar, his hands hin his pockets and his brown eyes scanning the room. He'd had a rather eventless day, and the idea of charming a pretty young lady seemed to good to resist. He fell to a stool, nodding for his regular irish whisky, when a French accent drifted through the air. He turned his head and let his eyes settle on a rather cute blonde not far from where he was. She was sitting alone, quite a shame to say the least, although she looked like she was in a rather cheery mood. She'd called for something stronger to the barmaid, and Haden caught the waitress by the arm-
Set it on me tab, will ya, love?
-the woman nodded, and Haden took a shot and waited as the barmaid returned to the lady-
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Post by Juliette Sinclair on May 1, 2011 23:23:34 GMT
~Juliette's eyes floated over to where the male voice had come from. She smiled as the barmaid set down her drink and walk away. Her eyes scanned over the man.~
Well, today must be my lucky day. A new job and a cute man buying me a drink. I wonder how much better zis day could get.
~Juliette pushed back the chair beside her with her foot as if beckoning the man over with a wink.~
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Post by Bernard Blotts on May 2, 2011 17:22:06 GMT
Ellie grinned at Dinah. - Sure he was drunk, but the shop made arrangements for the signing, and they are bound to have the address in their files, she wispered back. She scooted closer to Bern and tugged at his sleeve. - Please, Bernie-uncle! I know you are a nice person, and you are concerned about us. That is very sweet of you, but the Vampire won't harm us. We only want an autograph, perhaps a photo.
In return you will get a bottle full of stuff older than my dad! For herself the excursion had already been successful, catching a teacher at a date. Business breakfast, ha! Only her new friend was hoping for excitement and she didn't want to let Dinah down. *Bern's eyes unfocus slightly when hit with the Imperio. He's a very suggestable person at the best of times, and coupled with his severe hangover he's more susceptible to the curse* Of course, Ellie. *Takes a Tarot card out of his pocket (he's not sure how it got there, but the card is the Two Of Wands) and scribbles the address down on the back* There you go ... *Hands the card to her with a stupidly vacant grin and leans back against his chair, looking goofy and content* |
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Post by Lucretia Black on May 3, 2011 5:43:43 GMT
*grinning, Lu patted his hand.*
"You see, Bern, that was not too difficult! Have another toast."
*she looked at the girls and made shooing movements with her wand*
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Post by Ellie Waters on May 3, 2011 12:05:16 GMT
Ellie stared baffled at the card Bernard had given her. Wands? Did he want to pass on a hidden message? Also, she hadn't expected him to give in so easily.
After a moment she decided he sure wasn't the secret message type.
She nudged Dinah in the ribs, showing her the scribbles on the card, and held up her hand for a high-five.
- Yay! We got it! Let's make the most of our weekend now.
Ellie pecked Bernard on the cheek, gave a siamese smile at Miss Black, and heaved Dinah from her seat.
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Post by Dinah Manning on May 3, 2011 21:57:21 GMT
*she was taken by surprise by Ellie's heaving and stumbled after her out of the pub*
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Post by Bernard Blotts on May 4, 2011 2:00:51 GMT
*Leans back, grinning benignly, and feeling like a pimp with all the attention from the ladies*
Sure, another toast, cool.
*Turns puce when Ellie pecks his cheek and burbles*
Oh, it was nothing, really ...
*Looks at Lu, still dazed and dopey from the Imperius Curse*
You chicks just can't get enough of me, and I'm a sucker for it.
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Post by Haden O’Dougherty on May 4, 2011 4:08:59 GMT
~Juliette's eyes floated over to where the male voice had come from. She smiled as the barmaid set down her drink and walk away. Her eyes scanned over the man.~ Well, today must be my lucky day. A new job and a cute man buying me a drink. I wonder how much better zis day could get. ~Juliette pushed back the chair beside her with her foot as if beckoning the man over with a wink.~ -Haden grinned. She'd taken the bait. Sliding from his stool, haden climbed through the crowd and placed himself in the stool next to her- Now, m'dear, what's a pretty lady like you doin' all alone? |
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Post by Lucretia Black on May 4, 2011 8:30:44 GMT
*Lu almost falls off the booth laughing when the girl kisses Bern goodbye.*
"Yes, absolutely, all females of all ages fall for you! Like me."
*she's joking ,and for a moment she thinks of lifting the Imperius, but then she decides that Bern deserves a happy morning. The curse wasn't strong and will wear off in a moment anyway.*
"Tom?!" *she waves her mug for a refill. Tom occasionally does serve at table for good old customers. When the innkeeper appears with fresh coffee, she urges him to confirm tha she has already paid for the meal.*
"See, Bernie! No worries about me leaving you here all alone to settle the bill. - Now, gimme my books!!!
*she rips the bag from his adamant grip and unwraps the bodice ripper, looking for interesting paragraphs, the cover visible for anyone interested in the pub.*
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Post by Bernard Blotts on May 4, 2011 23:15:02 GMT
*Waves airily*
You admit it at last! Play your cards right, and I might make you my summer girl. But it'd just be for the summer! I'd ditch you in the autumn. Girlfriends are only good for the summer, they wear too much clothing in winter.
*Slurps down his syrupy coffee and beams at her*
Fine, fine ... take your books.
*Begins to fight the Imperius when he sees her taking out the bodice-ripper*
Put that away at ONCE or I will be forced to love you less!
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Post by Juliette Sinclair on May 5, 2011 16:27:59 GMT
-Haden grinned. She'd taken the bait. Sliding from his stool, haden climbed through the crowd and placed himself in the stool next to her- Now, m'dear, what's a pretty lady like you doin' all alone? ~Juliette continued to smile, sipping at her drink. She looked the man up and down again.~ Perhaps I was just...waiting for ze right person to join me. |
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Post by Lucretia Black on May 6, 2011 8:55:43 GMT
*Begins to fight the Imperius when he sees her taking out the bodice-ripper* Put that away at ONCE or I will be forced to love you less! *Lu giggles madly.* "No, it's absolutely crazily wonderful! Just listen to the summary: Marina is an orphan and was raised in the nunnery. She is the heiress of a big fortune.
When the queen of France is threatened to be repudiated by the French king she asks for the help of her rich goddaughter. Marina accepts. It is necessary that she wins the confidence of the queen's oldest friend and advisor, the marquis Hector, by marrying his son. But the son is in love with a handmaiden of the queen and does not want to marry Marina..
Passions, intrigues and murders are going to rage." * *She waves the book around.* "Can't think of anything more relaxing when I am in my bath!" *[adapted from J.Benzoni] |
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Post by Bernard Blotts on May 6, 2011 8:59:33 GMT
*Bern flails his arms around wildly and squawks*
PUT. IT. AWAY!
*Claps his hands over his ears and sings off-key*
La-la-la-la-la-laaaa I am not list-en-iiiiiing!
*Considers bodice-rippers to be literary prostitution, and cannot be holding with that sort of thing at ALL*
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Post by Lucretia Black on May 7, 2011 9:09:01 GMT
*Lu thinks the situation is absolutly hilarious and waves the book about in front of Bernard's face, then she takes pity on him and puts it back.*
"Awww, Bern. Don't be so stuffy!"
*She pets his head jokingly.*
"It would be a different matter, if I read only this light stuff, but you know well I don't!"
*Lu shoves his cup with the syrupy mud he takes for coffee nearer to him.*
"Drink up, sugar is good for your mood, then we can go, and you will be free of my annoying presence!"
*Noticing that the combined side-effects of hangover and imperius haven't fully vanished, she asks:*
"Shall I walk you to the shop? I don't want you to get lost, and I don't mind, it's on my way to Gringotts."
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Post by Bernard Blotts on May 10, 2011 1:34:04 GMT
*Nearly weeps*
Stuffy! You wave the verbal equivalent of a pimp displaying his wares in my face, and call me stuffy! You literary slattern!
*Becomes increasingly grumpy as she pats his head*
It's such an unfair double standard. You can prattle on about your disgusting romance novels, full of purple prose, and yet, if I was to sit here, talking about how much I love the Quidditch Babes centrefold you'd be calling me a pervert!
*Clutches his precioussssss coffee protectively*
Never said you were annoying. Just said you had shocking taste in fiction, that's all.
*Chokes on his coffee as he slurps it, and looks at her through watery eyes*
W-walk me back to the shop? Lucretia, people will say we're in love!
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