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Seafront Stroll, Brighton Pub Crawl
Welcome to the Brighton Pub Crawl!
Featuring a a mix of traditional pubs and summer bars along the boardwalk,
The crawl begins at The Brunswick, then moves to The Iron Duke, The Queensbury Arms, 106 Bar, and then finally, Brighton Music Hall.
Pubgoers are encouraged to take a leisurely swim on the beach afterwards, but are warned to stay within sight of the lifeguards'.
Current Location
The Brunswick!
At The Brunswick there are three rooms situated in the first floor of the pub each with it’s own individual character.
The Red Room is a bohemian space which features a beautiful alcove window seat.
The Green Room is fresh and vibrant with an original art deco fireplace.
The White Room gives a sense of calm and pours in natural light with distant sea views
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For ages 18+
This event is for magical and nonmagical folk alike.
OOC posts will be made to move the pub crawl along from one pub to the next.
All five pubs and beach areas are open to RP; you do not have to follow the crawl exactly. You can stay in one bar, or move on to next earlier if you like.
If you choose to do so, please state which location you are in, in your posts.
The current setting/time for the event is Spring 2030, and it is a hot and sunny Friday afternoon.
This event shall continue on until June 30th!
[See Here for more information on the pubs and area. See Here for more information on The Brunswick.]
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jun 05, 2015 10:19 pm
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c υ r r e n т l y ╔═══════════════════════════════╗ ♥ John Hallwyd ♥ Looking Hawt at The Brunswick with - - - xxxғeelιngxxx Happy xxxтнιnĸιngxxx ❝ This should be fun! ❞ ╚═══════════════════════════════╝
єνєяу тιмє ι ¢ ℓ σ ѕ є му є у є ѕ ι нєαя уσυя f α ν σ я ι т є ѕσиg ♫ ♪ ♫xxxxxxxxxxxx
тєℓℓιиg мє и σ т т σ я υ и , иσт тσ ω σ я я у α и у м σ я є ♫ ♪ ♫xxxxxxxxx
ι ¢αи нσℓ∂ σи т ι g н т тσ и σ т н ι и g вєттєя тнαи тнє яєѕт ♫ ♪ ♫xxxxxx
ѕσ ιт'ѕ и σ ω σя и є ν є я м σ я є ♫ ♪ ♫xxx
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spaceDeirdre entered the pub and immediately scanned the crowd for her dark-skinned friend, pouting slightly when she didn't spot Tassy. She debated briefly for a moment, then decided that she'd wait for the other woman to arrive before she ordered anything to drink. Partially to be polite and partially because someone other than her needed to be keeping track of her alcohol intake. She wasn't particularly good at it, she'd admit. Certain people (Tassy and Johnny) liked to make fun of her for having such a low alcohol tolerance, but she was actually pretty happy with it. She might be an embarrassment to the Emerald Isle, but it cost her on average only a third as much to get drunk as it did most of her friends. Whether or not she actually stopped once she was drunk and didn't spend the same amount anyway... well, that was another story. Dee was definitely no stranger to a hangover, that was for certain.
spaceThe muggle woman found a spot to stand where she could watch the door for Tassy... and Les, Tassy's boyfriend (even if the woman insisted that wasn't what he was). Apparently after all the nonsense that'd been going on with the man, something about a pregnancy and a scandal and a custody battle, the details of which Dee had absolutely no desire to know, the Scot believed he'd earned himself a night out. He'd been the single father to a little girl for a couple of months, though honestly the Irishwoman was hesitant to call him a single father, with the way Tassy was on him. Not that she'd ever seen it, she still hadn't even met the man. But her friend was busy all too often of late, always over at his place helping him with something or another. Dee thought it was sweet... and of course teased Tassy mercilessly about it. She sighed, hoping that tonight wasn't too terribly awkward, and that she wouldn't end up on the outside looking in at the pair of them all night. Johnny had wanted to come, but he couldn't get away from the house... damned hermit. Thanks to him, she was stuck with no one but Tassy and Les for company. Well, at least the two of them were unlikely to be one of those lovey-dovey 'can't stop staring into your eyes' couples. Given how the other woman spoke of the man, she had a hard time seeing them acting that way.
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xxxxxx♫ ♪ ♫ ωє gσт, ωє gσт, ωє α ℓ ω α у ѕ gσт тнє fιgнт ι и υ ѕ
xxxxxxxxx♫ ♪ ♫ ωє αℓℓ, ωє αℓℓ, ωє'яє gσииα ℓ ι ν є т σ и ι g н т
xxxxxxxxxxxx♫ ♪ ♫ ℓιкє тнєяє'ѕ иσ т σ м σ я я σ ω '¢αυѕє ωє'яє тнє α f т є я ℓ ι f є
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Posted: Fri Jun 05, 2015 11:18 pm
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Vivienne Fleury had settled quite comfortably in her life in the United Kingdom, though it was a bit boring with both her cousins at Hogwarts teaching now. Not that Sophie stayed at the Dechering Homestead all that much anymore. And Chrissy had kids now. ViVi had considered moving out, but she liked the old house and the attic she lived in. And the cost of living was a lot cheaper than a lot of places would be. Not that she exactly was that low on funds considering she did get a nice pay off for selling off all her ex-boyfriends dirty little secrets. His fault though. And it was a nice few thousand dollars she got. Fair enough putting up with his cheating. And now, look at her, she had the most awesome job ever and was living abroad. Considering the nature of her work in the Poltergeist Unit, though, she sometimes had some odd hours, since poltergeists weren't known to keep regular hours, but she had been given off for a week, which led her to visiting Brighton where one of her coworkers said was a good time.
Walking into the Brunswick, ViVi tossed her pink and black hair over one of her shoulders and smiled at some random patrons before taking a seat at the bar and deciding to order a Bloody Mary. She figured if she sipped it long enough, she probably could flirt her way into free drinks for the rest of her time out for the afternoon and evening. Thanking the bartender, she tapped her nails on the counter, watching those at the bar, and tapping her heel against the bar stool she sat at, legs crossed, a small smile on her face. She supposed even if she didn't find someone entertaining to chat with, she'd at least have entertainment to watch. Bars and pubs were some of the best places for people watching. And it did her good to be out around people instead of just poltergeists most nights. She was pretty sure spending too much time with them warped her sense of humor at times, though, according to her cousins and family she was always slightly odd. However, you didn't sign up to be in the poltergeist division of the spirit division without an unique view on the world and what was amusing and not.
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Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2015 12:09 am
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 Just shoot for the stars if it feels right
And aim for my heart if you feel like it
Take me away and make it okay
I swear I'll behave
 Single | Worker at Lilting Lyre/Performer | Musical Artisan
Tassy walked into the pub refusing to drag Les anymore than she already had although that didn't stop her from tapping her foot impatiently. Goddess, weren't long legs supposed to make you faster?! "Bondye mwen! I know it's a pub crawl but that doesn't mean you have to literally crawl to the damned pub!" she told him tauntingly with a slight smirk. Her eyes roamed over the crowd looking for her redheaded friend hoping the other woman had gotten here before they had. Thankfully she spotted Dee rather quickly and gave her a short wave and loud grin before swiftly walking through the quickly crowded bar and practically tackling her into a hug. She felt like it had been ages since she'd last seen her friend, sort of because it had. Every attempt the other woman had given them to try and hang out she had had to cancel because of work or Ridley. More often than not, it was mainly Ridley. But she didn't blame the baby, she couldn't and it would be completely retarded to do so. Les hadn't completely lied when he kept whinging about being a hopeless case when it came to parenting, seeing his face the first he had to swaddle his daughter had been hi-larious, but he was learning and he was a lot better than he appeared. That said, she still went over there almost every day after work to help out here or there. Whether it was to just watch the baby while her father caught a couple needed winks or just help around the flat where she was needed. She had joked just a few nights ago she should just sub-rent her own place and just move into the spare bedroom and save everyone the trouble. She had also ignored the steadily growing niggling voice in the back of her head that told her she just wanted to have ready excuse for wanting to move in with him. Goddess she really hated that voice.
"Hey girly, lookit you! I'm not usually a big fan of paisley but those shorts look killer on you! It almost makes me want to forget you're wearing a freaking cardigan over a top literally designed to show off everything." Tassy told her lightly pulling at the offending outerwear while making a face. She had the goods, why not show them off?! And it wasn't like Johnny would be mad or anything.That man was so laid back she was sure it had to be herb induced but no, that was just him.
Somehow thinking about her friend's boyfriend got her onto the track of Les who she just remembered her friend never met, ignoring everything she'd ever said (complained) about him to her. "Les, this is my awesome friend Dee, Dee, this is the thing I've told you about." she introduced with a sweet voice hidden behind a not-so-sweet smirk. Despite what she said about the man and to him, she was happy she had managed to get him to come out that night. His routine of work and parenthood couldn't be healthy for his state of mind so before he went crazy (or crazier, she firmly believes there's some screws loose in that man's head) she had informed him that he would be going out that evening and that Ada had graciously volunteered to babysit. And by "graciously volunteered" she meant that she texted the woman ten seconds after she had called Les bargaining a lacy pair of heels for a night of fun. It wasn't like he didn't deserve it; the months prior to Ridley's birth he had been a tightly wound ball of frustration and worry and then the months after he had yet to fully unwind. Tonight would be his unwinding or they'd all die of alcohol poisoning. This she so solemnly swore.
You wanted control so we waited
I put on a show now we're naked
You say I'm a kid my ego is big
I don't give a s**t and it goes like this [Wearing: Killer Rose] [Where: The Brunswick] [With: Dee and Les] [Feeling: Super pumped] [Thinking: Tonight we drink in hell!] |
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Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2015 10:35 am
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2015 2:00 pm
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Well, she wants to get in-
And she wants to get out,
But the city, it calls her name...
And the scars that she hides;
With those stars in her eyes,
Like the echoes, they're all the same.
rυтнveɴ
lιlιαѕ
мαceαcнαrιɴ
pυreвlood │ ѕqυιв │ тecн geek │ ѕιɴgle
Ruth was still half convinced that she was the arsehole her friends kept around because every friend group needed an arsehole. In general, Ruthven MacEacharin was a difficult person to befriend, and had been for most of her twenty five years of life. She'd been known as an oddball with an even odder family when she was in primary school, and in secondary school had pretended that life did not exist beyond the comforting glow of a laptop screen and the reassurance that earbuds offered. Uni had been a bit better, as in she'd managed to slip into an actual group of friends, but things were different now they were all long graduated. Isla was feckin' engaged, to feckin' Finlay, Millie had given up acting for work as a secretary, Jamie still acted like he was nineteen, and Ruth doubted he'd ever change, and Callum had gotten his first teaching job, while Freya did something with advertising. Suggestions to get the old bunch back together and relive their crazed, wasted uni days had been well met by all. A weekend in Brighton sounded nice, and if the house they were staying in reeked of cats, well Ruth could live with that.
Being the quietest one of all of them, unless she was up in arms about something, which was fairly often, she lingered at the back of the group. "We're gonna get ratarsed," Jamie was crowing, while Millie laughed fairly loud for someone who hadn't even touched a drink yet, which Ruth took to mean that she was hoping to get lucky with Jamie tonight like she had the last time they all did something like this- if they could only shag while drunk, Ruth personally didn't see the point, but supposed she had no room to talk, as she'd kissed Jamie that one time last year, at a New Year's Eve party at Isla and Finlay's. Still, a kiss was nothing, especially when you were tipsy on New Year's, and they'd never spoken about it afterwards. Ruth wasn't interested in bringing someone like Jamie Thomson home to meet her family. She wasn't interested in bringing anyone home, actually. Right now she was interested in- "Ye gotta be kiddin' me," she snapped to herself in exasperation, upon the realization that everyone had already scattered. The pub was packed, and for the moment she was abandoned. She thought she could make out a glimpse of Callum's red hair in the crowd, but after a few moments of 'excuse me's' realized she didn't feel like fighting through the crowd anymore than she already had. One of them would come find her. Eventually. She hoped. She sidled along the jam packed edge of the actual bar, and to her mortification and annoyance, managed to collide with someone stepping away from the bar, and tripped away from them into someone else. She wasn't even plastered yet! Not a drop in her!
"Jesus, Mary, an' Joseph- Sorry," she apologized, straightening up and glad she hadn't twisted an ankle in her heeled boots. "Sorry. Some bawheed wasn't lookin' where he was goin'- yeah," she finished rather lamely, realizing she was probably over-explaining things. She winced as she realized she'd stumbled into a group, as she was pretty sure the light haired dark skinned woman had been introducing a minted looking cheil to her brunette friend all in purple. She would have rapidly backed out of their business and their lives, but the crowd was against her, which forced her to stay where she was and look decently contrite for the time being.
OOC: I'm pretty sure Ruth tripped into Tassy but I didn't name any names or specifics so...
Well, she's sick of this town,
And the walls of this house,
But her pride just won't let her see...
That when she swears that she's made-
With a heart that won't break-
She could be dead but she'd still believe,
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Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2015 2:57 pm
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𝕬leksandr 𝕶amenev
я никому не уступлю
”Might as well,” the shrug of his shoulders screamed the epitome of a man who had nothing left to lose, and in a sense, it was true. The last couple of years had spiraled into madness; aurors searching and seizing, assets frozen, dozens of priceless heirlooms and artifacts were confiscated, the English manor was barren, and the ancestral home in Russia had been practically destroyed until it was sealed off. His brother and cousin's didn't seem as bothered by all of this; they were angry, of course, just angry. Alek, instead, had taken to drinking, a lot. His days consisted of traveling through muggle London, Bristol, Bath, Cornwall, and now, Brighton, taking up odd jobs or using his mother's two-way mirror to beg for another few hundred pounds to help him through the week, just to go right back to another bar. It really wasn't as depressing as one might think, except for those empty moments when the memories come crashing down. Alek had met a variety of characters along his travels, including a theatre actor, whose skill was much more enhanced under the effects of some curious white powder. Once, he met a rag tag group of aspiring rappers-- though their lyrics weren't very, well, good-- they were rather intimidating, and sometimes, that was all that mattered.
”Righ', gimmie a shot o' house whiskey, aye?” Alek demanded as he beat his fist on the bar, and eyed down the male bartender with something of a sultry look—it really was the best way to get attention in the midst of all these gorgeous ladies who only have to stand there to get a drink. His accent was much more British than his brothers, having spent a significantly less time in Russia than all the others. Beside him, some bloke was sipping on his own drink, quiet, eyes scanning the room. Alek thought to engage, but what the ******** to even say? Tossing his head back and drowning his shot, he turned ahead to watch the football game playing up on the TV screens before ordering a pint of beer. ”Haaa! s**t, that's how you block a goal!” He cried, and several others had as well. He cheered along, commented on one of the fouls with a 'boooo', and in his hysterics with the other chums of the pub, he accidentally knocked over his own drink, its contents spilling down the bar. "Ho, bullocks, my bad, mate," he apologized to the same, silent bloke from before, managing to mop up his drink with a cluster of napkins before it spilled over the edge. "Didn't spill any on ya', did I? Here, lemme buy your next drink to apologize..."
XXXXXXXXXX XXXXX☭ Twenty-five
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXX☭ Russian Squib
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXX☭ The Brunswick
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2015 4:23 pm
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Rocco had distracted himself by watching the soccer game up towards the front of the room--football, he had to remind himself. Old American habits got the best of him sometimes. He wasn't a big fan of American or British football--or sports in general--but it was something to do as it was early and he wasn't even close to getting drunk. He rubbed his temples slowly as he broke away from the screen for a second before taking another sip. So far, the game on the screen seemed pretty boring. His mind had trailed off elsewhere right before he noticed the presence of a dude sitting beside him, a pretty loud dude, he noticed. He really hated those kinds of people. Unless he had done a bit of drinking beforehand, he wondered if he was this loud at all times. If so, he feared for the well-being of those around him.
Now he was screaming in that obnoxious sports fan kind of way. Oh boy. He had been acquainted with a bunch of those back in the States, and hadn't exactly enjoyed their company. If this was what his night was going to be like, he was in for quite a treat. Then, his drink spilled onto the bar. For some reason that didn't surprise him. He shook his head in response, managing a polite smile. "Nah, no worries. Happens to the best of us." He tilted his head to the side while his smile widened a bit. Well, at least he wasn't a d**k. That was one thing he had going for him. "Well, I'm not about to deny an offer like that. I'm Rocco, by the way." Might as well start to make some friends.
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Posted: Sun Jun 07, 2015 1:13 pm
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𝕬leksandr 𝕶amenev
я никому не уступлю
”Cheers to that—two more, kind sir,” Alek called out to the nameless bartender, his thumb and index finger rose to signal. Then paused only to swipe his wallet from his back pocket and dropped a few quids in the tender's hand. ”Nice to meet you, Rocco, I'm Alek,” he introduced himself, offering a hand to shake in greeting, only to return it around the stem of his pint for a long swallow. ”I appreciate you not making a big deal out of it,” he admitted. ”Wouldn't be the first time my rat arsed self got in a fight at a pub,” chuckling, he added, ”and lost.” Though Alek towered at nearly the six foot and over two hundred pounds, it was all mostly fluff and jiggle. Not too much muscle to throw around, unless you can mistake fat for muscle, then.. well.. he's got it all in spades.
”So.. were you waiting on anyone?” He blinked, light brown eyes flicking behind the lens of his glasses as he darted his vision toward the door, where a constant flood of people washed in and out of the building. Among these, were a group of girls, all roughly his age, give or take a few years, two pale brunettes, and one ebon-skinned, not farther down, was a lonely girl, her hair a wilder color than the others. ”Cos' if you were, it wouldn't happen to be one of 'em ace ladies, eh?” Alek gestured to the group of girls, Ruth, Tassy, and Deirdre, not that he knew any one of them yet, but he wanted too. ”Can't tell you how many drinks I've had thrown in my face—is it the glasses? Do they think I don't get blinded by alcohol, too?” A gaudy laugh to hide the insecurities was buried behind a mighty gulp of ale, trying not to look as awfully uncomfortable as he felt. He felt sorry for the bloke now, who knows how awkward this must be for him? Coulda been worse though... Right?
XXXXXXXXXX XXXXX☭ Twenty-five
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXX☭ Russian Squib
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXX☭ The Brunswick
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Jun 07, 2015 4:06 pm
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Rocco nodded and took another sip of the new drink, offering a small chuckle at his response. "I'm not very confrontational, especially for something so small as that. Don't think I'd too well in a bar fight, either." So far he hadn't been in any, which he was thankful for. He usually kept to himself when he went out drinking--actually, he never really did go out drinking. Most of the time, he'd just go to the store to buy his own beer. Going to a bar with no friends or company was pretty awkward. He returned the handshake, and adjusted his position in the stool. "Likewise, Alek."
He turned his attention to the group of women behind him, which Alek had just pointed out. He chuckled again and shook his head. "Nah, no one. Just came in here to see where the night would take me. Although I wouldn't complain if I was accompanied by a lady friend," he commented with a smirk. He was definitely right. Those ladies were pretty ace. He felt a bit sad for Alek when he mentioned he'd had more than one drink thrown in his face. That had to be a horrible feeling. Not just in embarrassment. He figured that certain types of alcohol might have burned a bit more than others when thrown in the face. "Hey, if I knew, I'd tell ya. Stick around and maybe we can prevent that from happening tonight, eh?" He offered. Hey, it would be a lot less awkward to hang around bars with someone around, even if he just met this particular person. And Alek seemed like a nice guy. Good sense of humor, too.
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2015 8:19 pm
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c υ r r e n т l y ╔═══════════════════════════════╗ ♥ John Hallwyd ♥ Looking Hawt at The Brunswick with - - - xxxғeelιngxxx Happy xxxтнιnĸιngxxx ❝ This should be fun! ❞ ╚═══════════════════════════════╝
єνєяу тιмє ι ¢ ℓ σ ѕ є му є у є ѕ ι нєαя уσυя f α ν σ я ι т є ѕσиg ♫ ♪ ♫xxxxxxxxxxxx
тєℓℓιиg мє и σ т т σ я υ и , иσт тσ ω σ я я у α и у м σ я є ♫ ♪ ♫xxxxxxxxx
ι ¢αи нσℓ∂ σи т ι g н т тσ и σ т н ι и g вєттєя тнαи тнє яєѕт ♫ ♪ ♫xxxxxx
ѕσ ιт'ѕ и σ ω σя и є ν є я м σ я є ♫ ♪ ♫xxx
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spaceDeirdre grinned widely when Tassy finally appeared, returning the woman's hug enthusiastically. When they separated, the Irishwoman was looking her friend up and down, arching a brow, and amused smirk on her face. "The cardigan is because I'm chilly, not because I'm hiding, you neddy," she said. "And you've got no room to talk; I've never seen you in so many damned clothes! Next you'll be joining a convent!" The man who'd entered with Tassy, who Dee could only assume was Les based on the fact that he was with Tassy and that he was bald, coughed awkwardly, clearly trying to cover up a laugh. She looked him up and down next, pursing her lips. "Oh, you've got no room to talk. Thought this was a pub crawl, not a damned board meeting," she said, earning an odd look from the guy, much to her amusement.
spaceTassy's introduction was met with a satisfied hum from the muggle woman, who was as always pleased to be complimented. She chuckled, though, at the annoyed look Les got on his face when Tassy called him a thing. He glared at the Scot, eyes narrowed on her. "Tassy, I know you tend not to be able to focus on more than one thing at a time, but you know, there is a whole person attached, you should really talk about more than my-"
spaceHis words were cut off when another woman crashed into Tassy. Dee was actually a little impressed when the man's hands reached out to try and help steady the woman who'd stumbled. Well, not impressed necessarily, but pleased, certainly. From what she'd heard about him, and what he'd been about to say, she hadn't been sure what exactly to expect from the guy. His supposed horribleness seemed very much at odds with Tassy's personality; Dee had a hard time imagining the woman fancying a man who was even half as bad as she tried to make Les sound sometimes. But then, she'd always figured most of that was the Scot not wanting to admit that she was totally and absolutely falling for him. Which, she was. No way around it, in spite of what Tassy would say. The auburn-haired woman had to wonder if he was as bad as she was... Probably. If he'd tried to get serious, Tassy would've run for the hills.
space"I think you're fine," he was saying, smiling pleasantly at the woman. "We haven't even ordered drinks yet, so no party foul, and I'm sure Tassy's alright." His eyes drifted to her, questioning. "Tas, you're okay, right?" he asked, and Dee almost squealed at the look of concern. Oh, they were so dating. Whether they wanted to admit it or not.
spaceDee offered the newcomer a cheeky grin. "Well, if I know my friend, I'd say you could always make it up to her by buying her a drink," she said with a wink.
spaceLes frowned at Dee. "If Tassy lets some strange woman buy her a drink and won't let me pick up her tab, I'm done with the lot of you," he said dryly. He then glanced at the woman, expression apologetic. "Strange as in unknown. Not in an insulting manner. My friend tends to put too much value on her 'strong independent woman' schtick," he told her.
spaceDee snorted, elbowing the Slytherin. "If you're that inclined to pay the way, you can have my tab, then. Let someone other than Johnny keep me afloat for a night. Besides, I'm pretty sure Tassy'll break your bank. I'm much easier to support," she chirped. She then offered the brunette another grin. "I'm Dee, by the by. And this is Tassy, and her... thing, Les," she informed her, nose crinkling in amusement at the exasperated expression on the man's face when she, too, called him a 'thing.' Well, at least she'd called him Tassy's thing, right? Then again, he probably didn't want to admit that's what he was.
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xxx♫ ♪ ♫ ωє αℓℓ, ωє αℓℓ, ωє'яє gσииα в є α ℓ я ι g н т
xxxxxx♫ ♪ ♫ ωє gσт, ωє gσт, ωє α ℓ ω α у ѕ gσт тнє fιgнт ι и υ ѕ
xxxxxxxxx♫ ♪ ♫ ωє αℓℓ, ωє αℓℓ, ωє'яє gσииα ℓ ι ν є т σ и ι g н т
xxxxxxxxxxxx♫ ♪ ♫ ℓιкє тнєяє'ѕ иσ т σ м σ я я σ ω '¢αυѕє ωє'яє тнє α f т є я ℓ ι f є
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Posted: Tue Jun 09, 2015 5:35 pm
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Just shoot for the stars if it feels right
And aim for my heart if you feel like it
Take me away and make it okay
I swear I'll behave
Single | Worker at Lilting Lyre/Performer | Musical Artisan
Tassy rolled her eyes at her friend's claim that it was chilly, where exactly was she standing, it was like a million degrees in the blasted pub! Granted, it could be because of all the people cramming inside but still. She did however snicker when she comment about her clothing choice which she admitted was one of her more...conservative outfits. "I'm tryin' that whole 'more is less' thing; ya know, it's all about what they don't see? Besides, I couldn't join a convent. The wine thing I'm all for, it's the celibate thing I'd definitely have a problem with." she told her with a wink and devilish grin. She just gave Les a look as he tried-and failed-to hide his mirth in a cough but was avenged by her friend commenting on his own stuffy attire allowing her to make the ever grown up "Ha!" sound and point. She didn't have to look at the man's face to know that he was less than amused at being called a "thing" by her but really he should be used to it by now. However when he opened his giant mouth and began speaking she was stuck between laughing or smacking him until he shut up.
Luckily, or unluckily depending on who you asked, she was saved from her conundrum by another young woman bumping into her causing her to stagger just a little, mostly from surprise than the strength of the bump. Thankfully her friend steadied the other girl before she could fall over again and took the few seconds to study her. She seemed a bit younger than her (which wasn't really saying much, goddess she hated thirty) and she was dressed relatively casual which pretty much meant she was ready for whatever the night threw at her (digging the shoes as well) and then there was the obviously familiar accent. A fellow Highlander had literally fallen into her lap! She didn't see Les' concerned look but definitely heard it in his voice so she merely gave him a small grin oblivious to her friend's inner excitement. "Never been better. 'Specially after finding a fellow slumming Scot." Tassy said with a welcoming grin towards her.
At the mention of a butter-me-up drink her grin got wider and her eyes got a noticeable glint. She was always in the mood for a butter up! However Les just had to open his mouth and even made a previous jab at her independent streak which resulted in her slugging her friend in the arm. "A, it's not a schtick you arse and B, I was going to save you from a truly depleted wallet but really if you insist..." she trailed off supporting Dee's claim that she would just drain him if he actually did pay and snorting when she mentioned that she herself would be lighter on his pocketbook. "I'd listen to her Les, she puts 'light' in 'Dear God she's a lightweight!'" Tassy said poking her friend in the side teasingly. As shameful as it was, her friend's alcohol intolerance was one of the greatest parts of going out with her. Guaranteed that she'd be completely blitzed by the time she barely got a buzz going and going on about Strawberry Fields, it was magnificent. She gave a snort giggle when Dee made introductions for them and even called Les her thing to his consternation if his expression was anything to go by. Hi-larious. Except, he wasn't really her thing, that would imply they were together or something. He was simply just a thing that she regularly shared company with. That sounded better to her, much better.
You wanted control so we waited
I put on a show now we're naked
You say I'm a kid my ego is big
I don't give a s**t and it goes like this [Wearing: Killer Rose] [Where: The Brunswick] [With: Dee and Les] [Feeling: Super pumped] [Thinking: Tonight we drink in hell!]
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2015 8:04 am
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