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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Sept 17, 2009 0:47:23 GMT
*Eyes widen as will he listens to Harry's problem.*
Wow! Yah pushed 'er offa cliff.
*Laughs, not meaning any harm.*
I'd prolly run off to iffin ya pushed meh offa cliff.
*Shrugs, leaning back into the bench.*
'Least my gurlfriend Katie haz nuffin' to be mad at meh for... Yet 'nyways.
*Claps the boy on the shoulder.*
I dun wanna kill ya.
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Post by Harry Potter on Sept 17, 2009 0:55:15 GMT
*Rolls his eyes*
I didn't actually push her... she was pushed when I was there, and I didn't know so I couldn't stop it...
You seeee!
*Frowns slightly*
Katiebell is your gurlfrend? That's not fair! She's pretty!
*Folds his arms over his chest*
I want a pretty one!
*Sulks*
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Sept 17, 2009 1:01:04 GMT
*Shrugs, smiling apologetically. He must have misunderstood what Harry had said, they're both drunk, a sober person would probably have a difficult go at trying to understand their slurred speech.*
Imma sorry, musta heard ya wrong.
*Frowns at the boy.*
Why couldnya help 'er?
*Beams when he hears Katie's name.*
Yess she sure is a preedy one, Imma very lucky bloke to have snagged such a fit witch.
*Regards Harry for a moment, closing one eye to focus better.*
Ya look like a bloke 'oo likes blondes... Ya should chase a blonde skirt.
*Raises his bottle to the lad and winks before he takes another drink.*
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Post by Harry Potter on Sept 17, 2009 1:22:55 GMT
Oh, there was this big thing with Voldymort and lots of people and they were mean and I couldn't really leave because they'd kill me, so...
*Makes a pushing motion*
Woosh!
*Smiles slyly at the blondes comment*
I like any witches... and one at all really... But there is this one gurl. She's blonde.
*Frowns*
But she'd really young and I feel like a bit of a cradle snatcher...
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Sept 17, 2009 1:31:30 GMT
*Flinches a bit at hearing You-Know-Who's name, and turns to Harry with surprised eyes.*
Kill you?
*He asks almost forgetting that he was talking to Harry Potter. Smacks himself in the head.*
Riiiight, I almost furgot. So they tried to kill her instead?
*Shakes his head, not understanding what Harry is trying to tell him. Greyson is much too drunk for any serious stories.*
I dated a blonde... For about two seconds... Wasn't into her. I like them brunettes.
*Shrugs*
Tell me 'bout it, I'm thirty-six, an' Katie's....
*Forgets her age for a moment, and smacks his lips.*
Oh! She's twenty.
Yeah... She's twenty. How old is this blonde?
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Post by Harry Potter on Sept 17, 2009 1:47:07 GMT
*Wrinkles his nose*
Someone's always trying to kill me... but I think they wanted her to just go away... because she was trying to make me do the right thing so...
*Makes the pushing movement again*
Woosh!
*Sighs*
She's like really little. She's still at school. I think she's about sixteen or seventeen... and I'm twenty now!
*Takes another gulp of whiskey*
And she's still at school!
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Sept 17, 2009 20:04:47 GMT
*Shakes his head sadly.*
I've lost a few as well. Meh ungle, and a gurl I wuz dating. Both were killt.
*Smacks the bench they're sitting on angrily.*
Dammit! Soddin' Death Eaters killingz everyun.
*Shrugs.*
I wuz almost of age when Katie wuz born, think how I feel! Damn, Imma ol' man.
*Runs his fingers through his hair.*
Der's juss sumfin 'bout her. S'like I've known her foreva.
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Post by Harry Potter on Sept 17, 2009 21:46:23 GMT
Mmm...
*Sighs, thinking about Ginny*
*Takes another long glug of firewhiskey, pulling a face as it burns his throat*
I just want a normal life! I don't want people to want to kill me! That's not nice!
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Sept 17, 2009 21:50:59 GMT
*His expression grows dark as he thinks of all the deaths that have happened recently.*
No s'not nice at all.
I just wanna find whoever killed meh ungle, and gurlfriend. Gonna strangle whoever did it.
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Post by Harry Potter on Sept 17, 2009 22:02:08 GMT
*Flinches, not wanting to talk about killing*
Ducks!
*Wonders what made him think that would be a good change of subject*
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Sept 17, 2009 22:14:38 GMT
*Jumps off of the bench straight to the ground, he lands on his belly, arms covering his head.*
Wha'!?
*His bottle knocked over as Greyson jumped off the bench, and now it lays on it's side on the bench, whiskey pouring out of the bottle. Right next to where he is laying a puddle begins to form.*
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Post by Harry Potter on Sept 17, 2009 22:21:19 GMT
*Laughs at Greyson*
No, I mean ducks... quack quack...
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Sept 18, 2009 21:16:12 GMT
*Turns his head to look at Harry, cheeks turning red.*
*Hops up off the ground to his feet. Slowly he brushes his hands over his pants to dust them off, lips twisted into a goofy drunken grin.*
Ducks- Yeah, I knew that.
*Laughs at himself as he walks through the puddle of whiskey toward the bench.*
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Post by Harry Potter on Sept 18, 2009 21:36:40 GMT
*Lets his head fall backwards, sighing*
Urghm I should go home soon...
*Glances at Greyson*
Wanna come?
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Sept 18, 2009 21:39:51 GMT
*Wobbles as he stands facing Harry, rubbing his hands together.*
Uhhh...
*Stuffs his hands deep into the pockets of his jeans, shrugging.*
Why not. Sure.
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