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Post by Morgana Knightley on Jan 13, 2008 21:25:30 GMT
*can't help but smile, his eyes mesmerizing* I guess that'll do.  *watches the old man pay and leave the pub, sighs* The place is dead, as usual. Don't think you'll be getting any information tonight. *downs the rest of her drink* |
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Post by Miles Bletchley on Jan 13, 2008 21:26:40 GMT
*shrugs*
Well at least I got to see you... and get some drink.
*looks around again*
Seen Malfoy come in here lately?
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Post by Morgana Knightley on Jan 13, 2008 21:31:29 GMT
*shakes her head*
No, not in a while. I guess he's given up on you.
*refills both their glasses*
I think the last time I saw him he was here with Silvery.
*immediately regrets bringing "her" up*
*sips a bit nervously*
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Post by Miles Bletchley on Jan 13, 2008 21:34:16 GMT
*heart skips at the mention of her name*
Oh, okay.
Well - that's good.
*watches her wiping the thick layer of dust off some old bottles*
Don't you ever get sick of working in such a dirty old place? You're too good for this.
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Post by Jack Turner on Jan 13, 2008 21:34:22 GMT
*silently steps down into the pub with his brother following behind* You should have been there last night! Do you see what happens when you run off? One, you miss the action, Second, your brother gets attacked by a dog.
*glances around the room and spots a very familiar face at the bar*
*smirk as he remembers what he did to him *
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Post by Johnny Turner on Jan 13, 2008 21:36:19 GMT
*grumbles*
I'd a freakin killed the hound....
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Post by Morgana Knightley on Jan 13, 2008 21:43:16 GMT
*heart skips at the mention of her name* Oh, okay. Well - that's good. *watches her wiping the thick layer of dust off some old bottles* Don't you ever get sick of working in such a dirty old place? You're too good for this. *shrugs* It's something to do. *looks up at the two who just walked in, wondering if they are the ones the bar owner was referring to* |
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Post by Miles Bletchley on Jan 13, 2008 21:43:29 GMT
*turns and looks at the two men and wonders why one is smirking at him*
*whispers to Morgana as he puts his hand over his wand in his pocket*
That... that could be him...
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Post by Morgana Knightley on Jan 13, 2008 21:45:52 GMT
*turns and looks at the two men and wonders why one is smirking at him* *whispers to Morgana as he puts his hand over his wand in his pocket* That... that could be him... *leans in to listen and continues to look at the men* Which one? How can you be sure? |
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Post by Jack Turner on Jan 13, 2008 21:50:56 GMT
*coolie strolls over to the bar, his gaze enchanting as he looks and smiles at the bartender* Good Evening. Would you be so kind in getting me a red wine and a firewhiskey for my brother?
*keeps his eyes on Morgana, his tiny smile alluring*
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Post by Miles Bletchley on Jan 13, 2008 21:53:40 GMT
*rests his elbow on the bar top and rubs his chin as Jack speaks to Morgana, watching him carefully*
*doesn't like the way he is looking at her*
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Post by Johnny Turner on Jan 13, 2008 21:54:13 GMT
*lights a cigarette and looks over at the couple that are staring at him and Jack. Notices the man put his hand over his pocket, and he nudges Jack, noticing he's looking at the barmaid*
*speaks quietly so only Jack can hear*
Snap outta it dude..... I think our friend here might want to play
*chuckles and gestures to Miles*
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Post by Morgana Knightley on Jan 13, 2008 21:54:14 GMT
*smirks at the man*
Of course.
*turns and levitates both bottles over to the counter and sets out two glasses*
*pours out the drinks*
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Post by Miles Bletchley on Jan 13, 2008 22:02:55 GMT
*stands up and exclaims*
Isn't it the end of your shift, Morg?
*smirks at the man as she nods and gets her robes*
*waits for her to join him, takes her hand and disapparates out of the dingy pub, back to his manor*
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Post by Jack Turner on Jan 13, 2008 22:04:38 GMT
*laughs as they go and takes his drink* I believe we've scared them off, John.
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