It was around 11:30 at night on a warm summer's night. Kiwi had been wandering around, bored, looking for something to do for at least two hours now, finally stumbling into a bar, setting himself down at a table, finally deciding to end the night on a high note, by having a drink. He usually didn't walk around town at night, but it was a Summer night, a beautiful Summer night, at that. The streetlights gave the old looking road a look of antiquity, and grandeur.
So now he sat at the bar, head in his hands, waiting for someone to come take his order. He was thinking of ordering a tasty alcoholic drink and getting stinking drunk. On the other hand, Kiwi was a classy, respectable man, so maybe he would just have a nice warm meal and a beer. Eh, he would decide when a waiter or waitress came to take his order. The only thing he was missing on this beautiful Summer night, was company.
Kiwi hardly ever had company, much less friends. When he did have some company, or friends by his side, his charisma and energy was unmatched. He was a very friendly person, and rarely thought of taking care of himself, giving him a sense of selflessness to those who knew him. On this warm night, however, he had no company, and at this time of night, it was unlikely that anyone would come by. Any company would likely scare him out of his wits. This late at night, he had no idea how he would respond to a stranger walking into the bar...
Post by Morgan Pendragon on Jul 11, 2009 23:06:08 GMT -5
The girl was hooded. Of course, she was dying under even so light a jacket, but it would have to do. She couldn't imagine what she would say if one of the professors caught her down here. Of course, she was a full-grown witch now, free of the Trace, and able to make her own decisions.
Like having her first drink, for example.
Even if she were technically in her last year of school, she had had her seventeenth birthday in the tail end of April, but she hadn't even had time for a proper birthday party. It was high time she'd had a drink. She'd been so patient, but enough was enough. It was summer holiday, so it wasn't like she had classes to worry about in the morning.
She paused outside the bar, and removed her jacket. Underneath, a faded green quidditch tee complimented her denim miniskirt. She'd borrowed the skirt from her sister, and she had to keep tugging on it. It felt miles too short, but it was far too warm outside for her jeans. Her platinum hair hung loose and long.
She entered the bar confidently. If she acted like she didn't belong there, she might get booted out. She sat at the bar itself, a few stools down from a wizard she didn't know. She looked over in his direction, but he seemed lost in his own thoughts. At length, she cleared her throat nervously. "Um, nice night, innit?"
The sudden noise nearly scared Kiwi off the barstool he was sitting on. Out of nowhere, a soft female voice had invaded the bubble of silence that had been established over the past five minutes inside of the bar. The voice came from a seemingly young girl in a faded shirt and a miniskirt sitting a few seats down from him. The girl had long blonde hair, that was complimented by the dim lighting of the bar. The girl was actually quite attractive. He was not here to gape at pretty woman though. He was here to enjoy a drink and a meal. This, he would do.
"Um, nice night, innit?"
The girl had spoken, and given a question, so he was now inclined to speak. For the first time in god knows how long, Kiwi's social skills were about to be tested. This was truly a test, for Kiwi had never been so eloquent around the fairer sex. Kiwi did all he could to bring the confidence up through his chest, so he could successfully talk to this girl without making a complete fool of himself. He paused in his thoughts, took a few deep breaths, and spoke.
"Um, yes. It is quite a lovely night. What brings a young lady like you to the bar so late at night?"
Post by Morgan Pendragon on Jul 11, 2009 23:44:22 GMT -5
Oh. She hadn't really thought that one through, had she? Of course, she hadn't really expected to speak to anyone but the barkeep. Only, she was so nervous about this whole thing she couldn't keep her mouth shut. Maybe she ought to forget this whole thing, and come back another time. Only, her big mouth was moving again, and she was surprised at the words it was making.
"Oh, you know, just decided to pop in for a little drink before I head home." Okay, that was weird. Since when was she the kind of girl who talked to strange guys in pubs? Whatever, he probably thought she was just some dumb kid anyway. Which she was. A dumb kid with a boyfriend. What the hell was she doing? Still, her mouth kept talking.
"I'm Morgan," she said in a sultry tone. Wait, when did she ever use a sultry tone!? "What's your name?" Oh, Dear Lord. She was really gonna get it now, wasn't she? Oh well, she'd just get her drink, pay for it, drink it, and go back up to the school. It would be fine. Once this was over, she'd probably never set eyes on this guy again.
"Oh, you know, just decided to pop in for a little drink before I head home."
The girl had spoken again, responding to Kiwi's question. Her reason for being out so late was perfectly legit. Not that Kiwi could talk... the best reason he had for sitting at the bar all day was boredom, and that rarely passed the community's expectations.
"Yes well, I can't think of a better reason. Sitting at a bar seems to be the only thing that can keep me entertained nowadays."
Sadly, this was obscenely true. Over the past few years, Kiwi had been less and less successful in finding a way to entertain himself.
"I'm Morgan, what's your name?"
The small talk had now evolved into a fully dveloped conversation. He was in for it now.
"You may call me Kiwi. Nice to meet you."
At this point, he had already ordered a bottle of Firewhisky from the bar, and was now in the process of falling back into his thoughts.
A rash French accent woke Kiwi up from his spell of deep thought.
"Keewee?", said one of the harshest French accents he had ever heard, "Zat eez a seelly name". He would not tolerate this! Even though the man had smiled after blatantly insulting Kiwi, the hurt was there!
"Well, monsieur. My name may seem silly to you, but it seems perfectly normal to me, and I love my name." The man then ordered a drink with a fancy name Kiwi could not understand.
"If my name is so funny, what is your name, sir?", Kiwi said, with a smug look. Morgan was wisely either ignoring this man, or had just not noticed him. Either way, Kiwi wished he had just kept chugging...
Post by Leseur Follet on Jul 12, 2009 2:30:34 GMT -5
This Kiwi was bothering Leseur. His attempt at French was awful. He had heard German werewolves make prettier noises.
Without even passing a glance over to this annoying Kiwi he said."Eef you must know my name eez Leseur Follet. I must ask you to stop speeking to me now. Your attempt to speek my native language has insulted me" Leseur sipped on his wine seeming to enjoy the feel of the wine as it passed through his body.
Now the man was saying his attempt at French was horrible... Kiwi had to disagree.. He'd only said one word, which he thought was correct. He'd now have to apologize.
"Hey listen, I'm not a native speaker of French, but I thought I'd try. I know I speak terrible French, but I didn't mean to insult you. Enjoy your drink now, Mr. Folett, and enjoy your evening."
Kiwi now went back to chugging down his third bottle of Firewhiskey. The night was nearly over, and Kiwi was close to collapsing on the bar in exhaustion.
Post by Leseur Follet on Jul 12, 2009 2:41:32 GMT -5
"I Believe I said to stop Speeking to me. You are ruineeng ze atmosphear" He said with a harsh, more annoyed tone. The French man took out a cigarette and lit it. Leseur inhaled deeply feeling his body relax. This Kiwi had really stressed him out He let smoke pour out of his mouth and the gracefully let it out into a ring of smoke.
Post by Morgan Pendragon on Jul 12, 2009 23:07:50 GMT -5
Well, this certainly an interesting turn of events, was it not? Morgan's Grandmere had been French, and as a result, she spoke the language fluently. Perhaps she could smooth over this situation. She smiled at Follet. "Please forgive my friend, monsieur Follet," she began in French. "He meant you no insult, kind sir. But, of course, a man of your greatness knows that." Perhaps she'd laid the flattery a little thick, but in her experience thick flattery was often superior to thin.
Then, as the bartender approached her, she merely said, "I'll have what he's having," in English. Her Welsh accent grated on her ears after the smoothness of the French she'd just been speaking. She indicated Follet with a toss of her head, sending her blonde hair swishing down her back. She smiled at Kiwi again, already she felt much more relaxed than she had when she'd walked in.
Kiwi just sat there, gawping, at Morgan's superior handling of the rough situation that had been created. The girl had laid a thick coat of flattery onto Folett, and it would without doubt work. Her stunning Welsh accent tickled Kiwi's ears, and brought a grin to his face. He was now in this girl's debt. After speaking perfect French to Folett, Morgan had ordered the fancy drink with a name Kiwi could not pronounce.
Then, she smiled at him. This sent a tingly sensation down his spine that he had not felt in a long time. Kiwi then thought. She was either a) too young for him, or b) had a boyfriend. Either way, the girl's beautiful long blonde hair and stunning eyes had given a warm, tingly feeling to Kiwi's spine, and at this, he was shocked. He was now in her doubt for saving his ass from Folett's French fury. He smiled back at her, as he continued to chug down his near empty bottle of Firewhiskey, unaware of how many bottles he had drank....
Post by Leseur Follet on Jul 13, 2009 7:38:52 GMT -5
The Frenchman was intrigued. He let out another ring of smoke and dabbled at it with his wand, turning it into the shape of a duck and sent it straight into Kiwi's face.
Leseur let out a sigh. "I suppoze you are correct" His deep French accent sounding a bit bored. "I coold not expect a pearson weeth a name like Keewee woold undeerstand ze complicated language zat is French. Eet IZ ze language of loove aftear all"
"I'll have what he's having"
"I can always expect a classee womaan, weel know a classee wine when she sees one. Terust me, Keewee she eez out of zyour league" With another exhalation of smoke, Leseur smiled and stood up and walked toward the door, "Maybee I weel see you around"
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