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Post by Bronwen Thomas on Jul 27, 2009 22:08:31 GMT -5
She took a sip. No, she didn't particularly like it, though she worked hard not to make a face.
"How much have you had already anyways? Isn't this the kind of thing Sterling would bitch you out about."
She set his drink back down and glanced around the room. Where was Sterling anyways?
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Post by J.L. Vann on Jul 27, 2009 22:16:08 GMT -5
That was cue for Jacob Vann to frown at his teammate.
"I haven't had that much."
He took his drink back, and had a very pointed sip in her direction. Thank you.
Sterling was still conversing brooms with Denise. And not getting anywhere.
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Post by Bronwen Thomas on Jul 27, 2009 22:29:04 GMT -5
And she simply chuckled back. He was cute when he pouted. She took a moment to glance over at him then shifted her gaze back to Sterling. She leaned against the counter, chin on her fist.
"When did he get so crazy?"
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Post by J.L. Vann on Jul 27, 2009 22:34:04 GMT -5
He wasn't pouting. He was just responding.
"Conception?"
He shrugged, taking another sip of his drink. Really he had no idea why Sterling was the way he was. Maybe because he resented his name? Arthur was an old man name, after all.
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Post by Bronwen Thomas on Jul 27, 2009 22:40:44 GMT -5
And Jacob was for little boys. He had no room to talk.
Bronwen stretched her arms high above her head, the sleeves of her uniform falling away from her slender arms. She was still a little sore from the game but it felt good.
"I hope this means he'll leave us alone for a practice."
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Post by J.L. Vann on Jul 27, 2009 22:48:23 GMT -5
No one was named Bronwen. No one.
"I doubt it. He'll be thinking we did good but we can do better."
He sighed, over half finished with this drink. It was starting to hit him, just a little. Not going to be far enough by the end of this drink either, though.
He may have spent a good number of his younger days shitfaced. He wasn't an alcoholic. It's not like he needed it. He just liked it.
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Post by Bronwen Thomas on Jul 27, 2009 22:50:16 GMT -5
Not true. Crazy gothic chicks who wished they were witches were named Bronwen, get your facts straight.
"Hmph." She took another sip of her own drink, shaking her head. "This is all Dawson's fault."
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Post by J.L. Vann on Jul 27, 2009 22:54:59 GMT -5
Oh, right. My mistake.
"What's Dawson's fault?"
He downed the rest of his glass. Ordering another, once again.
"Me being fantastic and us winning?"
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Post by Bronwen Thomas on Jul 27, 2009 22:59:17 GMT -5
She opened her mouth to respond, telling him that because Dawson got hurt she was sure Sterling thought they weren't doing as well as they could. Not just the beaters. Birdy would beat herself up enough for that. ...once she was done being drunk. Someone really needed to sit her down. Anyways, J.L. was being a smartass again.
She shook her head, faceing forward again. She couldn't help the grin, though. "Please, by the time you came in I'd already won that game."
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Post by J.L. Vann on Jul 27, 2009 23:04:42 GMT -5
"I think Byrne would like to disagree with you. Quidditch super star and gods gift to women as he claims to be."
And when his drink arrived, a toast to Douglas. God's gift, and inventor of conceit. Another glass of chartreuse. He was fond of the color, sue him.
"But you were nothing without me."
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Post by Bronwen Thomas on Jul 27, 2009 23:12:29 GMT -5
She chuckled again, tipping her drink to the back of Douglas' head as well. As cute as he was... just no. She knew too much about him to bark up that tree. Some of the others guys on the team maybe. You know, like the one sitting in front of her. Did he have any idea how cute he was? She was sure he did. Guys like him always knew how good they looked. It was one of the reasons he intrigued her.
She leaned towards him a bit, a smirk sitting on her lips.
"Maybe, but I think I held my own."
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Post by J.L. Vann on Jul 27, 2009 23:20:41 GMT -5
Jacob liked the warm feeling alcohol gave him. It made him feel good. True, he also liked talking to cute girls like Bronwen. She really was attractive. As for himself? Yeah, he knew he wasn't bad looking. Unlike Douglas he wasn't over zealous about it.
"It's possible. We'll never know how it might have gone."
He started in on his newest drink, not really going slow about it. But he wasn't downing it. So people could get off his case. When he drank, he drank.
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Post by Bronwen Thomas on Jul 27, 2009 23:32:11 GMT -5
Bronwen was actually fairly proud of her looks. She didn't think she was the most gorgeous person in the world but she was quite confident in herself. She didn't really do the self-concious thing. Okay, right now she didn't look her best with smudged dark makeup and her hair pushed back out of her with a headband but she was over it. As for her drink, she was still working on her first, though it was larger than his so she supposed... no, he was really putting them away. She was three fourths of the way done with hers and really needed to step it up a bit.
Tch.
She crossed a leg over the other.
"I know how it would have gone."
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Post by J.L. Vann on Jul 27, 2009 23:37:30 GMT -5
She was a beautiful girl. There was no question. And he was certain anyone would be lucky to be with her. That was certain.
He finished his drink off, and ordered a double shot of vodka. Mr. West knew he wasn't a lightweight. This was just him getting as far as everyone else. He didn't want to be the only sober person in the bar.
"Yeah. But losing doesn't lead to parties."
He tipped the glass at her, before taking the shots.
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Post by Bronwen Thomas on Jul 27, 2009 23:47:03 GMT -5
Instead of arguing she poked her tongue out at him before finishing up her own drink. Still in a competitive sort of mood she ordered herself a shot of vodka.
"Cocky bastard much?"
She thanked Mr. West and knocked it back, looking at J.L. the whole time.
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