Sebastian Fraser
Wizard
Leaky Cauldron Bartender Musician
boys, looking for love
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Post by Sebastian Fraser on Jan 2, 2009 23:55:45 GMT -5
The young adult always found it quirky, odd, even slightly interesting when he escaped from his own bar, and fled to another. Alright, so fled and escape probably make the Leaky Cauldron sound like some sort of prison, but in truth, it wasn't that bad. It was a job, after all, and from time to time he got to play a gig in it. Generally, though, that was only in seasonal time, like Christmas or New Year, when the younger generation of wizards and witches took refuge in the bar's rooms, and ultimately, wanted some entertainment though. Usually it was filled with middle aged men and women, along with a good handful of old regulars who had permanent-like rooms upstairs. That, and the odd younger customer would come in. More often than not, though, they didn't make a regular basis of coming back, as there were nicest things, and places to go when in London. However, when it came to The Three Broomsticks, Seb sometimes found himself wondering and pondering about trying to get a job here. He didn't personally know the owner, but they had spoken a fair few times, as Seb liked to strike up conversation about the differences about their bars. Today, when he was in the Village, picking up some stuff his Uncle said he needed, Seb decided to drop in for a drink. It had been raining that Fall day, and so as he entered the warm tavern, the young man pulled of his wet hooded jacket, leaving him in his dryer clothes. The young adult ran a hang through his damp hair, flicking his fringe to one side, as he approached the bar and ordered a butter beer. Relaxing on the bar stool, Seb placed his messenger bag on the ground at his feet, dropping his jacket over it, before resting his hands on the polished counter. When the bar tender returned with his drink, Sebastian thanked him, noting on the politeness and efficiency the tender displayed. "Cheers, nice to see a bar tender know what they're doing." he commented with a wink, before taking a hearty sip of the drink, and like he expected, feeling his insides warm immediately. [open]
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Charlie Jones
Witch
Professional Quidditch Player
Plays for keeps. [on:Ready to Rock!][of:Not Rockin]
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Post by Charlie Jones on Jan 5, 2009 9:57:26 GMT -5
Charlie was getting annoyed with her horrible smoking habit. People didn't know her secret outright, but it could have been speculated. While it would have been great to just tell anyone about it, she thought better than to admit it. Smoking had been a thing she had been against for many years, knowing that it was much worse than the junk food she liked to consume daily. Yet when there had been a magical mix-up some years earlier, it left her with the nicotine side-effect.
Outside of the Three Broomsticks she had taken to one and only one cigarette before giving up because of the enduring rain. She put her lighter and her cigarettes into her pocket, and exchanged them for smelly lotions and sprays. It was the only thing she could do to mask smells, and at least she was getting more compliments on her personal scent. She opened her jacket to let the perfumes soak into her clothes, which were nothing girly or frilly to match with the feminine scents, only an old Rapid Wizards shirt and some jeans.
And so came the parade of daffodils and peaches, or lavenders and apples? She didn't know (the latter), and she didn't care. All was next on her mind was to get herself a good old butterbeer, and sit another night out. Charlie came up to the bar and nodded at the bartender who had just served a man. "Butterbeer, dude," She said before coughing a bit. Maybe it was the perfume, or maybe it was her lungs acting out from the smoking, but she kept it down to a minimum. However, it was confirmed that it was the perfume when she got a familiar itch in her nose. Leaning to the side before it was too late, she sneezed a quick and high-pitched sneeze. Coming back from the embarrassing sneeze, she sighed. "Ugh... 'scuse me."
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Sebastian Fraser
Wizard
Leaky Cauldron Bartender Musician
boys, looking for love
Posts: 52
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Post by Sebastian Fraser on Jan 7, 2009 18:46:11 GMT -5
Seb sighed gratefully as he put down the bottle, slouching and relaxing with his arms resting on the counter before him. It was only a moment he sat there, totally undisturbed, before a young women came up next to him, ordering herself a butter beer. At first, the young man had to stop himself from smiling, when she referred to the bar tender as "dude". In all honesty, he thought it was kind of admirable, that she wasn't your typical girl. But in that, the smell that seemed to radiate off of her seemed to contrast her previous use of the term "dude". Seb didn't find it weird - he was merely curious about this one.
Her sneezed seem to startle him a bit, yet he turned a smiled, reaching into his pocket and offering her a small packet of tissues in a plastic wrapper. "Bless you." he added, studying her face slightly. She seemed vaguely familiar, but then again, when you were a bar tender, allot of people could seem familiar, when in actual fact they weren't. If anything, he had probably seen her around Diagon or something. She looked his age, if not a year or so younger. "Must be the rain, givin' everyone chills I'd say." Sebastian said, his shy smile creeping onto his features, as the boy glanced outside for a few moments, before blue eyes returned to the young lady before him.
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Charlie Jones
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Professional Quidditch Player
Plays for keeps. [on:Ready to Rock!][of:Not Rockin]
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Post by Charlie Jones on Jan 7, 2009 19:33:01 GMT -5
Charlie would feel another one coming on before she could rightly respond to the guy. "Ach-choo! Merlin... uh, thanks," she said as she took his tissue and blew her nose right then and there. If she had better manners, she would have taken it to the side for added discretion, but as long as snot wasn't flying around, she was fine where she was.
The rain... yeah that was it. "Agreed," she said at last. "It can only be the rain..." Or so she hoped. Charlie wasn't exactly sure what happened with too much smoking, but she was scared that sneezes were only the beginning of the consequences.
After crumpling the tissue into a ball, she looked around to see where there was a wastebasket. The bartender caught on to her gesture, and pointed to the wastebasket behind the bar, where she could hand it to him. Yet she refused to give it to him. Instead, she said, "Gonna throw it from here. Ready?" And after that, with a flick of her wrist, the crumpled tissue landed in the basket. "SCORE!" She said rather loudly, chuckling at her mini-accomplishment. "Rounds on me!" she said, and then quickly recanted it by saying, "Heh, just kidding!" Already she heard audible groans of displeasure.
She turned to the guy who had given her the tissue and shrugged. "Just always wanted to say that..."
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Sebastian Fraser
Wizard
Leaky Cauldron Bartender Musician
boys, looking for love
Posts: 52
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Post by Sebastian Fraser on Jan 21, 2009 1:35:13 GMT -5
The young man looked away from the lady in politeness as she took the tissue, blowing her nose. He wasn't offend in any way or such, not that he noticed her remaining where she was, as opposed to turning away like most people felt inclined to. Her merely turned back to her, when she agreed about the rain that was making her sneeze and such. Seb hadn't ever been greatly effected by the cold in his older youth. It seemed that as a child he had suffered most of the common flu's and virus's that were flying about still these days. That wasn't the case for allot of others though, his cousin Maria for example, had been the victim of three different bugs last winter alone.
"Gonna throw it from here. Ready?"
Well, that comment had caught him off guard, as Seb raised his eye brows from where he was seated, a curious smile building up on his expression. She threw the balled up tissue swiftly, as it fell into the basket without going astray. A grin split onto the boy's face, as he glanced around to the people about her that had given an unsatisfied groan when he admitted that she had just been kidding about the next round. He wasn't surprised by this, but yet again, found himself admiring her seemingly abundance of confident like he hadn't seen in many other.
"Geez, way to kill any mans hopes and dreams of a free round." he grinned at her, before chuckling to himself, displaying his obvious attempt of a corny joke. "So, who exactly are you? You've got a nice aim, so my guess is Professional and International tissue thrower?" his jest was harmless, not meaning to be an insult or a poke at her ego in anyway. Seb just hoped it came out right, as he took another swig of his drink.
( sorry it took so long :/ )
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