The Hog's Head Inn$3$[1]

[Rafe Hitchens]

*Tilts his head to the side, his long hair obscuring most of his face, all confusion*

I thought the song 'ad to be about birds, Lucretia. You're nota bird or I'm sloshed!

*Rubs his hand together as the barman prepares another sandwich*

I forgot to introduce myself up there, my name's Rafe. I've been forgettin' a lot, as you see.

*Adds* You're bein' awfully nice.

[Lucretia Black]

*laughs out loud now*

"You ARE sloshed, so I could very well be a bird for all you know. Anyway, pleased to meet you, Ralph!"

[Rafe Hitchens]

*Stuffs the next sandwich in his mouth, drinking water between bites, becoming more and more sober*

It 'appens, thanks for the grub and all. It's been rough.

*Leans in, lips nearly colliding with her cheek, swaying enough that they eventually brush her ear*

Ever heard of Never Been Cast? Well, I 'ave.

*Sips his water, pretending it is whisky*

[Lucretia Black]

*is surprised about herself that she doesn't mind the close contact but edges away a bit nonetheless*

"Oh, yes! They are on the wireless all the time, I like the song! You are acquainted with the band?"

[Rafe Hitchens]

*Huffs bitterly*

Dat's MY song you hear! I was more than acquainted, I was the front man. I sang, played guitar, wrote the songs -- everything!

*Wilts in his chair*

Groups split up as of'en as they get together these days. There's too much to do when you're livin' that life.

*Head falls on the counter, using the maneuver to be closer to Lucretia*

'Ave you seen the new lead vocalist? He's only fifteen! He wears makeup and has the goofy spiked hair, so that makes it all better, eh?

[Lucretia Black]

*grins about his badly hidden attempt to get near her again and pats his blonde mane*

"Don't be so sad, you'll find a new band soon if you can write hits like that!"

*on second thought wondering about his apprearance*

"Don't you get royalties, if it's your song?"

[Rafe Hitchens]

*Quickly orders some fish and chips, his head still on the bar*

Thanks for dat. I don't get a knut of it... who would believe a starvin' artist's claims? I'm a nobody and they are somebodies. They're not fit to be somebody! Everytime I hear that catchy tune I turn it off and smash the wireless... ran out of them two weeks ago after it made number one.

*Eats slowly, eyes locked on Lucretia the whole time*

Where do you live?

[Lucretia Black]

*still amazed how much this guy can eat*

"Right, I understand."

*she doesn't fully understand, but she feels the urge to be nice, he reminds her of an endearingly cute stray cat*

"oh, I live in London, around Knockturn."

*makes a vague handgesture*

[Rafe Hitchens]

*Finishes the fish and chips and wipes his mouth with a napkin*

Can I drop by or sumit? I dun't know how to write bird songs. My schedule is flexible... I don't 'ave any bills to pay... ehh...

*Looks down, eyes sorrowful*

I understan' if you don't wanna let me. Lookit... I obviously need a shower or five.

[Lucretia Black]

*realizing that he is still more stranded than she thought*

"You mean you don't have any place to live at all? Where is your family?"

[Rafe Hitchens]

*Shakes his head, telling the truth*

*Voice sounds almost completely sober, the melodic quality asserting itself*

My mum lives too far away; I want to live near London. She wouldn't approve of my lifestyle as it were... S'not my fault that I'm out in th' cold and she's convinced it is.

*Raises his doleful eyes*

I won' be any trouble.

[Lucretia Black]

*ponders a while about it*

Well, Sebastian isn't there at the moment, and this guy really doesn't take up much space, he could sleep downstairs anyway, plus he's kind of amusing, soooo...

*takes a decision*

"Okay then, if you really want to. You can use my shower, and you'll get more food. Better food that this here too!"

[Rafe Hitchens]

*Smiles thankfully*

You're awfully nice, know tha'?

*Grabs the little that he has, holding his guitar very close to his person*

[Lucretia Black]

*takes his arm and apparates them quickly out to London before she can question her decision*

[Noelle Cheever]

*Excitement seemed to be drained from every walk of life since she'd been gone, and she knew that the one place where she was most likely going to run into someone interesting was here at the Hogshead.*

*Walks in and looks around, remembering every time she'd gone into the place. Orders a firewhisky and sits down at the bar, looking stunning in a short, plated black skirt, a size too small green long sleeved shirt, and leather knee high boots. She wasn't at all cold. A slight silver aura surrounded her as she sipped on her drink*