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Post by Birdy Babineaux on Mar 15, 2009 20:11:54 GMT -5
Birdy stepped out of the fireplace, brushing a bit of soot off her shoulders. As usual she was entering the pub alone and would probably continue to be alone until she wandered back to her dorm or Mrs. West decided she was staying upstairs until she sobered up.
Depending on the circumstances she tended to lean towards the latter.
The blonde wandered up to the bar and sat herself down at one of the stools. She didn't really care which one. It wasn't extremely early or late. Just evening. After five and she had already eaten dinner, so she ordered herself a pint and waited.
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Post by Keahi Andou on Mar 15, 2009 20:23:19 GMT -5
Keahi'd been there a bit. Not long. On occasion he'd pop into the Opaleye. Not occasion. Atleast once a week. After he'd finished the brunt of his homework he'd pop down for a few drinks to unwind. No, he wasn't an alcoholic. He just liked to drink. There's a difference. He didn't need it. And he only did it once or twice during a week.
That was one of the finer points of Europe. You didn't need to be twenty-one to drink. He enjoyed that fact. There were quite a few things that were more widely accepted here. He liked that.
He'd, since arriving, ordered one of the less muggle drinks. One he'd learned to like since he started frequenting the Inn. Definitely something he'd need to remember when he went home. Maybe he could find it in Hawaii. That would rock.
Sitting at the bar made him look short, like he was. But he really didn't give a flying fuck (His own words, mind you). People weren't looking at him because he was short. They were looking at him because of his brightly colored dreadfalls, pink contacts, and of course the brightly worded engrish shirt. Needless to say, he was a statement.
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Post by Birdy Babineaux on Mar 15, 2009 20:35:01 GMT -5
Birdy wasn't a statement. She was just a really tall, skinny girl with short hair and a couple piercings. She just liked the way it looked. She wasn't rebelling against her parents or trying to be different, she just thought it was more her. As for drinks? Ale like that was good for her. She didn't sip brightly coloured drinks out of funny glasses. No, she preferred to make her life even more miserable by furthering the dyke look. Yeah. She was never going to get laid.
Not noticing the colours at first, Birdy had sat herself about a stool down from the much shorter boy. She paid up when the ale reached her, happy to have a drink in her hand. She wasn't anything close to an alcoholic either, she just desperately needed time to unwind. Plus, she really liked Dawson's parents.
She took a swig, set the drink down and slumped on the counter a bit with a sigh. Life was hard.
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Post by Keahi Andou on Mar 15, 2009 20:44:34 GMT -5
After a moment or two, and a sip or two, he looked over at the much taller blonde. A second of registering later and he realized he knew who she was. How could he not? Quidditch was his thing. The thing he couldn't do, but his thing none the less. He knew about way too much about too many players, mostly professional. But that didn't mean he knew nothing about his schools team. Of course he knew who they all were. She was Birdy. One of the two beaters on the team. Her and Sterling were fantastic. Really. He wouldn't say they were the best players he'd ever seen. The American team was actually rather good. Not his favorite. But good. But this was all beside the point.
He fully agreed with her sigh. Momentarily raising his glass as if to say 'here here' or some other such stupid saying, before taking a drink. Not that he was particularly talking at her.
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Post by Birdy Babineaux on Mar 15, 2009 20:59:52 GMT -5
She glanced down at him, catching the movement out of the corner of her eye. She nodded, completely agreeing and raising her glass back to him. She honestly didn't know who he was. Maybe she had seen him around school but she wasn't really sure. And not to be rude, but she really didn't care. They both seemed to have that same look on their faces though. Just a little bit wilted.
She went back to her drink, leaning her chin on her hand.
"At least I have no more homework."
She wasn't sure if she was talking to him or just talking. She meant it though. Mussed by an accent or not she was so glad she was finished with all her homework for the night. Sort of. She had actually just given up but that was beside the point.
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Post by Keahi Andou on Mar 15, 2009 21:09:24 GMT -5
She'd probably seen him at the games, not that she would have noticed. He didn't miss them. He really, quite honestly, was the most interesting person at those games who wasn't on a team. Not that it mattered. They were both at the games for Quidditch. God he hated being afraid of heights.
"Until tomorrow and next week."
He'd a bit of work left. But that was for later. It wasn't due right now so he hardly cared. That's what the warm alcohol feeling was for. His homework didn't really have too much of an accent in it. Just spelling some of his professors thought was stupid.
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Post by Birdy Babineaux on Mar 15, 2009 21:19:31 GMT -5
She made a face at the idea of having more homework tomorrow. Another swig might help.
...
Not yet.
"Why cannot they give us a break?"
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Post by Keahi Andou on Mar 15, 2009 21:22:11 GMT -5
"Because they're mean and evil."
He sighed, finishing off the drink that he had. And ordering himself some firewhiskey. Yay.
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Post by Birdy Babineaux on Mar 15, 2009 21:26:23 GMT -5
She was about three fourths done. But don't worry, she would be ordering another soon.
She raised her mug to him agian and finished it off. And now was the time to get one more.
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Post by Keahi Andou on Mar 15, 2009 21:33:32 GMT -5
"I should have taken less classes."
Really. He started on his second drink.
And sighed.
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Post by Birdy Babineaux on Mar 15, 2009 21:34:53 GMT -5
She got her second, handing over the money and quickly taking a drink.
"My parents would kill me."
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Post by Keahi Andou on Mar 15, 2009 21:36:19 GMT -5
"I'm paying for a lot of mine. So they really have no room to talk."
Blah.
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Post by Birdy Babineaux on Mar 15, 2009 21:41:14 GMT -5
She crossed her arms on the counter in front of her, dropping her chin into them. Why was it that when a model slumped around with long limbs it was couture but when a normal girl, like Birdy, did it it was just lazy and bad posture.
She responded in French, along the lines of 'lucky'."
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Post by Keahi Andou on Mar 15, 2009 21:44:08 GMT -5
Because it was lazy and bad posture. She was doing it because she was lazy. Models did it for affect.
He glanced over, quirking an eyebrow.
"Huh?"
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Post by Birdy Babineaux on Mar 15, 2009 21:47:02 GMT -5
Yeah yeah.
She glanced over at him, not moving her head.
"You are... "
She wasn't sure if she knew the word. She couldn't really think of it.
"I wish I was you."
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