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Post by Sebastian Bordeaux on Jan 4, 2009 22:00:09 GMT
*shudders when he sees Sanguini, most colour draining from his face, grabbing for a stool next to Rafe and sitting quickly, keeping alert*
*shakes himself and turns back to Rafe*
*distractedly*
Right, that'd be me. If I were a guest I would have asked the host before shamelessly stealing a stranger's shower gel...
*hastily forces himself to be polite*
Anyway, how about a drink? On me, naturally.
*whispers for the bartender to bring Rafe a non-alcoholic drink*
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Rafe Hitchens
Waning Musician 
Tatterdemalion
Got money? I'll do anythin' for you.
Posts: 604
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Post by Rafe Hitchens on Jan 4, 2009 22:07:19 GMT
*Is intoxicated enough that he doesn't notice anything out of the ordinary*
Tha's right kind o' ya, flatmate o' Lu's. Can't say I dun't deserve another!
*Makes a happy gesture, chipping his guitar against a stool*
Dammit. Gimme a hand, won't ya? Mardy's in trouble!
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Post by Sebastian Bordeaux on Jan 4, 2009 22:15:42 GMT
*thinks* Merlin, he's sloshed...!
*reflexively throws an arm around the man, their shoulders touching, steadying him and his guitar*
Who's Mardy?
*quietly drops a few galleons into Rafe's drink while he pretends to stir it, counting on Rafe's drunken state to distract him from it*
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Rafe Hitchens
Waning Musician
Tatterdemalion
Got money? I'll do anythin' for you.
Posts: 604
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Post by Rafe Hitchens on Jan 4, 2009 22:21:19 GMT
*Hardly notices Sebastian grabbing him*
Mardy bein' my best mate and partner in crime. My guitar, man!
*Sips the drink*
Will ya tell Lu summat? "Ello from a matou whatsit..." All right?
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Post by Sebastian Bordeaux on Jan 4, 2009 22:27:13 GMT
*nods his agreement, hiding a grimace at the French nickname Lu must have given him*
Yes, I'll be sure to deliver the message. I'll leave you... and Mardy... to your drink.
*carefully lets go of Rafe's slight frame and sets the man's guitar safely on the floor, rushing as fast as he can back to Lu's booth so as to avoid Sanguini*
*breathes a sigh of relief and collapses against Lu's side*
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Post by Lucretia Black on Jan 4, 2009 22:31:14 GMT
*didn't understand a word the two guys were talking about, but giggles just from what she saw*
"Welcome back, Sebastian! What the hell was all that about, and why did you almost run away?"
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Post by Sebastian Bordeaux on Jan 4, 2009 22:40:13 GMT
*continues to send darting glances around the pub, then lowers his voice*
I thought, I could have sworn I saw someone... but nevermind that. I don't think your little friend there even knows my name! He'd rather call me your flatmate or peach boy.
*smiles, amused*
He also said, and I quote... "Ello from a matou whatsit." Now how is he a Tomcat? That couldn't be completely random.
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Post by Lucretia Black on Jan 4, 2009 22:46:47 GMT
"uhhhh ..... " *is very glad that it's dark in their corner so he can't see her blushing*
"It's just that he makes me think of these stray cats who nick food here and there and even if they live on the street they always seem to get along .... "
*stops, feeling she is giving too much unwanted explanations, and tries to change the subject*
"Who did you think you saw?"
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Post by Sebastian Bordeaux on Jan 4, 2009 22:53:55 GMT
*looks incredulous at her explanation*
Well, he was pathetic enough to coax me into being generous. He has something going for him.
*starts fidgeting with his rings, then stammers*
Urm... Lord Fuilteach...
*mouths the last word*
Senior.
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Post by Lucretia Black on Jan 4, 2009 23:01:12 GMT
*eyes go wide*
"Sanguini? You must be mistaken, it was surely just a trick of light and shadow. What should he do here, he's used to classier places. And if he needs blood, he wouldn't look indoors."
*tries to talk him out of it, the more as she herself doesn't want to see Sanguini again so soon and changes back to the relatively more safe topic*
"You gave him some money? And he took it? I didn't think he would accept it just so."
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Post by Sebastian Bordeaux on Jan 4, 2009 23:05:24 GMT
*alarmed, he claps both hands over Lu's mouth, narrowing his eyes*
Shush, he could hear you! Don't say his name!
*lowers his hands and pats her shoulder in apology for his outburst*
Once Rafe gets to the bottom of his glass he'll find my galleons. As long as he doesn't injest them, that is. He's so drunk I hope he doesn't.
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Post by Lucretia Black on Jan 4, 2009 23:10:36 GMT
*hugs him tight for a moment wondering what Dante's father has done now to frighten Sebastian but refrains from asking*
*turns her eyes back to the bar and watches with interest Rafe empty his drink, hoping he will not accidentally swallow the money*
"Let's see what he does! That should sober him up."
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Rafe Hitchens
Waning Musician
Tatterdemalion
Got money? I'll do anythin' for you.
Posts: 604
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Post by Rafe Hitchens on Jan 4, 2009 23:15:26 GMT
*Singing to himself and sipping his drink, in no great hurry*
Suffering, sighing, bleeding, dying...
*Takes a big gulp and curses when he feels something hit his tooth*
'Ey, mate, wha's in this?
*Spills the contents of the glass onto the counter, thinking this is the logical thing to do*
Money! Can I 'ave another? Wha' a nice cocktail, eh?
*Realises who must have done this and totters up to Sebastian like a thankful child*
You're my best mate now, all right?
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Post by Sebastian Bordeaux on Jan 4, 2009 23:29:36 GMT
*glances up at Rafe and shakes his head pleasantly at the man*
Wonderful, really. Do sit down before you fall over!
*stifles his laughter, with effort*
Do you even know my name?
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Post by Aurélie Benoit on Jan 4, 2009 23:35:19 GMT
*walks into the pub quietly, intent on drowning her idle loneliness in alcohol*
*sits at a corner table with a strong drink and looks around*
*quickly spots Sebastian and puts her hood up*
*notices Sebastian's company and can't help but openly stare*
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