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Post by Dante Fuilteach on Nov 4, 2007 21:42:15 GMT
**Sighs and shrugs**
That's what my father said.
**Sulks and sips his wine**
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Post by Draco Malfoy on Nov 4, 2007 21:54:54 GMT
Well, maybe it's true then...
*smirks and sips his drink as he stares at the door, waiting*
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Post by Morgana Knightley on Nov 4, 2007 21:59:54 GMT
*walks in from the back room holding a few bottles of firewhiskey*
*notices Draco, remembering him from school*
Hmm...
*makes it a point to pay attention to what they say as turns around and places the bottles on the shelf behind the bar*
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Post by Dante Fuilteach on Nov 4, 2007 22:00:03 GMT
**Scowls**
My father is an amadán. [Translation: fool]
Nothing he says is true, beyond saying Ophelia is his favourite.
**Downs his wine and sets down his glass**
Bletchley had better show, or I will be seriously aggravated.
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Post by Morgana Knightley on Nov 4, 2007 22:03:04 GMT
*raises eyebrow at the mention of Miles' name*
*turns around and smiles sweetly*
Another drink gentlemen?
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Post by Dante Fuilteach on Nov 4, 2007 22:04:21 GMT
**Looks up and smiles at the lovely young woman behind the bar**
Why, yes please, my dear.
Do you carry blood wine?
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Post by Draco Malfoy on Nov 4, 2007 22:05:36 GMT
**Scowls** My father is an amadán. [Translation: fool] Nothing he says is true, beyond saying Ophelia is his favourite. **Downs his wine and sets down his glass** Bletchley had better show, or I will be seriously aggravated. Yeah but I doubt he will if he knew we were here. Total coward if you ask me. I hope he does, I could teach him a lesson or two. *twirls wand in his fingers* So, one more drink, if he isn't here by the time I've finished, I'll leave it for tonight. *turns to the pretty girl behind the bar as she addresses them* Yeah I'll have a firewhiskey.
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Post by Morgana Knightley on Nov 4, 2007 22:06:28 GMT
Actually, we do. We tend to cater to the.."darker" sort.
*smirks and goes for the bottle*
*pours him a glass and turns to the blond one*
Are you looking for someone? Maybe I can help?
*refills his glass*
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Post by Dante Fuilteach on Nov 4, 2007 22:10:41 GMT
Thank you, my dear.
**Says, his voice soft and enchanting**
Anything you can give us would be extremely helpful.
**Hands over a small bag full of galleons**
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Post by Morgana Knightley on Nov 4, 2007 22:12:43 GMT
*can't help but smile at the darker one's charm*
Anything I can give you about who?
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Post by Draco Malfoy on Nov 4, 2007 22:13:14 GMT
Actually, we do. We tend to cater to the.."darker" sort. *smirks and goes for the bottle* *pours him a glass and turns to the blond one* Are you looking for someone? Maybe I can help? *refills his glass* Well yeah, Bletchley, I've heard this is where he hangs out, so you must have seen him. And you're a pretty girl who serves alcohol, I'm sure he would keep coming back here. Know him? *eyes linger on her chest*
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Post by Morgana Knightley on Nov 4, 2007 22:17:33 GMT
*smirks, noticing where his eyes have lingered to*
Hmm...no, don't think so. Well I serve a lot of men and most don't give out their names. But if I do hear about a Bletchley I'll make sure to pay attention.
*smiles charmingly, topping off both their glasses*
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Post by Dante Fuilteach on Nov 4, 2007 22:24:30 GMT
**Raises his eyebrow**
Your heart beat faster, dearest. You lied there.
Dark hair, blue eyes, a bit full of himself? You know dear old Miles.
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Post by Morgana Knightley on Nov 4, 2007 22:29:42 GMT
*raises eyebrow at his accusation then shrugs*
Yeah, I guess I've seen a few fitting that description. But like I said, I serve a lot of "nameless" men.
*leaves the bottles on the counter and turns around, grabbing a tray of dirty glasses as an excuse to go to the back room*
Now if you'll excuse me. I have work to do.
*smiles sweetly and walks away*
Damn! How did he know I lied?
*once in the back she sends a quick floo note to Miles, warning him not to show up tonight*
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Post by Draco Malfoy on Nov 4, 2007 23:02:16 GMT
*turns to Fuilteach*
You reckon she knows him then? Hmm. Interesting.
*carries on looking at her as she walks away while he finishes his drink*
Come on, lets go.
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