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Post by Raphael Leoni on Jul 31, 2006 20:51:29 GMT -5
(( For anyone who wishes to join me))
Raph had never been into the Three Broomsticks before in all his time at Hogwarts. Perhaps it was his avoidance of places of social gatherings, but he had never been compelled by any desire whatsoever to enjoy the Three Broomstick's infamous butterbeer. But at the urgings of a fellow student, he had ventured into the haven in search of a bottle of this legendary drink.
A very pretty woman behind the counter flashed him a dazzling smile, causing him to flush a rosy pink.
"A-a-a b-b-butter beer please," he stuttered, pushing over his money.
She smiled again and passed him the bottle. He pulled off the cap and inspected the contents, taking a deep sniff first. A rich aroma filled his nose, warming his stomach with its fragrance. He eagerly took a deep sip of the golden liquid and was amazed as it passed down into his chest, as if a cosy flame was passing down his body.
He sputtered in amazment, looking at the bottle with an incredulous expression. He had never tasted something so marvelous, and he quickly drained the bottle. His classmate had assured him that he couldn't get inebriated off of the lovely stuff, but Raph was sure willing to risk it. He ordered another, and while he was savouring the second bottle, he looked around the tavern with vague interest.
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Post by Chloe Rose Cobain on Aug 2, 2006 15:50:45 GMT -5
Chloe sat in her usual place at the bar, staring into her quickly emptying glass. She lifted the glass and swirled it, watching the vodka inside twirl around the bottom. She sighed and drank the remains of her drink, loving the warmth it left as it trailed down her throat.
Chloe heard sputtering, and looked 'round for the source. She vaguely recognized the boy the sputters belonged to; she had seen him on occasion at the castle. She guessed from his blue tie that he was a Ravenclaw, and therefore should be polite enough to talk, or drink, with her.
She grabbed her bag and scooted over a couple seats so that she was only sitting one away from the boy. "Hey," she said evenly, raising her eyebrows at the boy. She extended her hand. "I'm Chloe. I, er... recognized you from school."
She caught the eye of the barmaid, and beckoned her over. She handed her a Galleon. "I'll have another," she said, nodding towards her empty glass. She looked at the boy sitting next to her. "You want something? You're nearly finished with yours."
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Post by Raphael Leoni on Aug 2, 2006 20:45:59 GMT -5
"I'm Chloe. I, er... recognized you from school."
Raph took her hand and shook it, recognising her instantly as one of the Gryffindors. She seemed nice enough, and clearly was looking for someone to talk to. He smiled congenially, and looked back at his glass.
"You want something? You're nearly finished with yours."
"U-u-uh.. Sure," he said a bit lamely. "I-I-I'm Raph, by the way, Raph L-l-leoni, R-r-ravenclaw." He passed a bit of money over to the bartender and smiled again, overwhelmingly happy that someone had offered to speak with him, and even moved over to sit near him. It seemed as if he might actually make a friend.
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Post by Chloe Rose Cobain on Feb 19, 2007 20:07:46 GMT -5
"Smashing," Chloe said, more forward than was probably prefered by her accompanyment, "Very pleased to meet you, Raph." She fought the urge to clap him on the back.
She graciously accepted her fresh vodka when the barmaid returned. Taking a long swig, she looked the boy over. He certainly seemed to be quiet... Chloe wondered if she was making him uncomfortable.
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Post by Raphael Leoni on Feb 25, 2007 19:10:50 GMT -5
"N-n-nice to meet y-y-you," he managed to get out, with a brief smile. He'd never seen a girl down a drink so rapidly, much less vodka. He hadn't much tolerance for alcohol, it seemed to send him to a bit of a sulky mood before he threw up all over the place. He looked back over at her, a little admiring, as well as a little intimidated.
"Y-y-you're in G-gryffindor, right?" He took a sip of his drink-- his throat was dry and scratchy. Hopefully the ale would assuage his thirst. He cracked his knuckles, hoping he didn't seem like too much of an idiot. He coughed into his hand, and watched her carefully.
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Post by Chloe Rose Cobain on Feb 26, 2007 22:30:57 GMT -5
"Yeah, Gryffindor." She raised her eyebrows and smiled, taking note of Raph's slight stutter.
Chloe noticed Raph staring at her. Poor bloke, she thought. I wonder why he's so nervous. She took another swig and then, realizing she looked like a regular drunk, she immediately stopped drinking. She rightened her glass on the counter, but only after sloshing some vodka on her uniform skirt.
"Damn," she muttered, grabbing a rag off the bartop and dabbing at her clothes. She glared slightly at her drink, as if it were the glass's fault. "I'll suppose that means I've had enough, eh?" she inquired with a smirk.
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Post by Raphael Leoni on Feb 27, 2007 21:14:37 GMT -5
(( Wee bit of modding. Let me know if you want it changed. ))
Raph grabbed a handful of napkins and started wiping up the vodka off the counter. The liquid sloshed over the edge and dripped onto the floor. He quickly dropped down to the floor in order to wipe up the few drops on the ground. He quickly straightened up and smiled quickly. He was a little surprised that she'd been so self-deprecating-- it wasn't as if he wasn't spilling stuff on himself all the time when he was sober. She was remarkably well coordinated, even when drunk.
"N-n-no," he said taking the rag from her. "I--i-it's okay. Y-y-you can drink as m-m-much as you like."
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