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Post by Angelita Rebuelta on Jul 30, 2009 2:50:44 GMT -5
Times weren't too hard. They were just as hard as any other time. With the exception of school work and general school atmosphere. It was enough to drive a woman mad. Sometimes you just needed to get away. You were already away from your parents. Away from the siblings. Out 'on your own' in the world. But really you were just being babied along with a bunch of other late teens and twenty somethings. You had rules to follow (Though not as strict as most mothers) and schedules to keep. You might as well have been back at home. At least there you got things for free. No spending money on anything past basic living.
Over exaggeration, yes. But that didn't change things. At Puddlemere things could get repetitive. Slash boring. Which is why (along with lack of spending cash) Angel decided it was time to get a job. Nothing too awful. Just something to pass the time at night when she wasn't doing school things. What could it hurt?
Nothing, that's what. So she found herself a job. Down at a pub in Puddlemere. Convenient, no?
The pub may have been a little shady. Dim lighting, dark walls and fixtures. All in all it was a death eaters cozy little get away. But Angel was a big girl and she could take care of herself. Besides, sleaze liked to see hot chicks too, right? And she could provide that. Maybe they'd be big tippers.
It was about her third night working at the pub and she'd gotten the hang of it pretty well. When she'd lived in America she'd worked at a muggle bar for a little. It had been fun. But things ran a little differently here. For one, you didn't have to get everything by hand. Wands were a brilliant thing. But in general she was less than lazy when it came to work. It was fun. And she enjoyed it. So she was doing a damn fine job, in her humble opinion, and serving this shady gent over here his pint.
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Post by Cerys Anwyl on Jul 30, 2009 3:14:09 GMT -5
Cerys was not having a very good day. The afternoon before a ghost from her past walked into the shop and though she was hurting for business she just wasn't sure if she could do it. Everytime she looked down at his wand in her hands she found herself remembering. Remembering her life before now, before Puddlemere when she was just starting school at Hogwarts. Back when her family and the Vann's were very close and one of Cerys' closest friends was named Alexus and liked to lock her in things. She still had the scars to remember her by but the wand... it was a much stronger reminder. J.L....she knew what that could stand for but she just wouldn't let herself believe it. This was all too much for her. She needed a break and a drink.
It had been a long time since Cerys had gone out looking for a bar, and for some reason this was the one that drew her in. It was dark and depressing and crawling with shady characters. How much she wished it was not her kind of place. As she walked in the platinum blonde could feel the eyes on her, following the curves of her tight black dress. Maybe it was a little low cut for this kind of place but since when did she ever care? She was here for a drink, remember?
She stepped up to the bar and took a seat, crossing one long bare leg over the other. The greasy man next to her could go to hell, she was not in the mood. Now, where was the bartender?
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Post by Angelita Rebuelta on Jul 30, 2009 3:35:01 GMT -5
It wasn't so bad. The occasional douchebag who thought he was hot shit. But he usually got his. Either by her, or the guy next to him. And when things got really rough there was always her boss's nephew, Anthony. A real great guy, in her opinion. He was one of those bigger, bouncer types, who would take care of anything that got out of hand. Angel knew she wouldn't want to take him in a fight.
This guy here though, Tim? He was all talk, no action. Actually a pretty funny guy when you bypassed the occasional dirty gesture or comment. He was a regular, so Angel was pretty sure she'd get to know him pretty well. His drinks anyways.
"Yeah, yeah." She rolled her eyes before noticing Cerys sit at the bar and making her way over. "Give me a minute and I'll tell you why he never called me that again."
Angel chuckled a bit, setting down the glass she'd had in her hand and stopped in front of Cerys.
"Hey there, pretty lady. What can I get you?" She threw in a bit of a smile.
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Post by Cerys Anwyl on Jul 30, 2009 3:42:18 GMT -5
She didn't see her coming. As much as she wanted something to drink she was still too lost in where her life was to try too hard. She just felt like everything went right down the drain yesterday. No, nothing had really happened but she had worked so hard to get away from it all and then it just waltzes into her shop? How was she supposed to handle that? True it could have just been a fluke name but the way he looked at her...
Not even bothering to look up, Cerys ran her black painted fingernails through her long hair, just trying to keep the mane out of her face. She just felt so tired today. "Fire wiskey."
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Post by Angelita Rebuelta on Jul 30, 2009 3:46:19 GMT -5
She was a bit of a surprise to Angel, she'd admit. Not many like her walked into this pub. Not alone atleast. But she'd come in by herself, and by the looks of it she wasn't meeting anyone.
"Alright. Just a sec."
She gave her a smile, though she was sure the woman hadn't seen it, and made off to get her drink. It took a little longer than it should have, though. Since Tim decided he had something he really needed to tell Angel. And in his drunken stupor slurred it all together and had to repeat it twice. But she made it back, drink in hand, and set it down in front of her.
"If you need anything else, just let me know, alright?"
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Post by Cerys Anwyl on Jul 30, 2009 3:55:50 GMT -5
No, she hadn't seen the smile and, it wasn't personal, really, but she didn't care. She was getting her drink and maybe soon she could drink enough to forget all of this was going on. She didn't really have the money for this and she had already had to snap at Drystan on her way out but she needed it so he could go to hell.
After a moment or two of no drink on its way, Cerys finally looked up, sighing and tapping her nails on the counter. She knew it wasn't really her fault --and for the first time she really got a look at the woman serving her-- but she needed the damn alcohol. Finally she came back and the first thing Cerys did was shoot it back. She didn't let her leave, simply set the glass in front of her, pointedly.
"Could I get another?"
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Post by Angelita Rebuelta on Jul 30, 2009 3:59:53 GMT -5
Pretty little thing in a gloomy bar all along knocking back drinks like nothing? There was a story behind that. And if she decided to tell, Angel would listen. But she'd learned something over the years. Depressed people shouldn't be forced to talk. Lest it's about killing themselves or something. Then they need to spill. But she looked fine, in that respect.
"Sure thing. Remind me never to get you ice." She nodded, heading off to just bring the bottle back. She figured it'd go down like that.
"Here you go." Back again she set the glass down in front of her. Prepared to watch it disappear or something else.
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Post by Cerys Anwyl on Jul 30, 2009 4:04:51 GMT -5
Really it wasn't as unusual as she thought that Cerys would be in a place like this. The only reason she hadn't been in here in a while was because she rarely left her shop. This was just the short of place she was used to. She grew up around dark witches and wizards and as much as she liked to pretend it hadn't, her childhool had rather molded the rest of her life. She wasn't really a bright, cheery sort of person.
The new, warm feeling coursing through her body, the blonde actually smirked a bit at the ice comment. It was true, it would only get in her way. One more down, making a bit of a face at the bite.
"Don't bother with that thing. I can't really afford anymore."
It was helping, she wasn't quite as volitile as she had been when she walked in. Though, she was tired of man next to her staring at her legs, he earned himself a fierce glare before turning back to the front.
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Post by Angelita Rebuelta on Jul 30, 2009 4:11:39 GMT -5
Angel chuckled as the second glass went down. Very lady like. She liked it. More women ought to do it like her. Pity they didn't.
"No?" She made a bit of a sigh, shaking her head and setting the bottle back from where someone could just grab at it. "Well, that's a shame."
A nod, before glancing over to the side.
"Well, if you want drinks, Tim over there'll get them for you. Got enough money. All you've got to do is sweet talk him and he's putty."
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Post by Cerys Anwyl on Jul 30, 2009 4:15:38 GMT -5
She made another, half-assed face, leaning on the counter. See? She could be even more ladylike.
Another sigh, and a brush of hair out of her face as she glanced down at the apparent Tim. Ugh.
"Normally? I'd thank you for the tip."
Not that she particularly liked flirting with odd men, but she could sit up straighter and act a little nicer. No, she wasn't in the mood.
"Can I get some water? I need to sit for a bit."
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Post by Angelita Rebuelta on Jul 30, 2009 4:17:36 GMT -5
"It happens." She shrugged a bit. No, she wasn't flirting with Tim either. Though she doubted he got that. She was just listening to him talk and making light conversation. Apparently in fantasy land that's code for 'I want in your pants you sexy sexy man'. No thank you.
Just a glass of water? Angel nodded with a slight sure before getting her the water.
"Rough day?"
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Post by Cerys Anwyl on Jul 30, 2009 4:19:09 GMT -5
She shrugged a bit, taking the water and tipping in her direction as a sort of thanks.
"Couple of them."
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Post by Angelita Rebuelta on Jul 30, 2009 4:21:27 GMT -5
"Sounds suckish." She nodded, though it wasn't to much. Days sucked. That was life. You kept moving on.
Scanning down the way with her eyes, she deemed everything fine. No one needed anything. They were all fine and nothing was out of control. So she leaned against the bar (probably giving a good show for any man looking) and let out a soft sigh.
"You come here often?"
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Post by Cerys Anwyl on Jul 30, 2009 4:24:01 GMT -5
A good show indeed. A person could drown in there. And Cerys thought her dress was revealing.
She took a sip of water, shaking her head.
"Not a lot. Not since you started working here."
She wasn't sure why she was talking to her. But then, she talked to Drystan too so this wasn't a far stretch. Either way she hardly sounded enthused.
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Post by Angelita Rebuelta on Jul 30, 2009 4:26:19 GMT -5
Drown? There was no liquid. They would just suffocate. Or maybe make a nice summer home.
"Yeah well, that hasn't even been a full three days yet. So that's really not a judge of time."
Angel busied herself getting her own glass of water. No alcohol for her. Not while she was working.
"I don't suppose you'd want to unload your day on a stranger would you?"
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