The Rift has decided to act up during the fourteenth of February. It inflicts people with embarrassing and ridiculous Valentine-holiday-related things
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Doyle's not one for Valentine's Day. Not by a long shot. He was too embarrassed to give anything to Cordelia on the day last year when he was back home. But this time, the rift's made sure he's doing something. He was just minding his own business, smoking and drinking until a sudden urge him him.
And so he's down on one knee to the first person he sees, serenading them. His voice is low and heartfelt as he almost-drunkenly croons through a certain well-known song:
"The smile on your face lets me know that you need me. There's a truth in your eyes saying you'll never leave me. The touch of your hand says you'll catch me, where ever I faaall~..."
Aside from Halloween, Christmas, and Saint Patrick's Day (because who doesn't love an excuse to pinch someone), Valentine's was one of Tonks' favorite holiday. There was chocolate. There were racy things to be sent and received. There was even more chocolate and a shocking amount of pink and red. Really, what wasn't there to love?
And so it was, that on Valentine's Day, that Tonks was coming out of a shop. She smiled at Doyle. Chicago, while not London, had no lack of cute boys to ogle, there at least was that. Tonks wasn't expecting him to drop to a knee and start serenading her. She almost tripped over him. Tonks might have been mad but he was cute, he was serenading her (even if he was drunk), and it was Valentine's Day.
And then as he finishes, Doyle suddenly looks up curiously at the woman. An awkward grin creeps up on his lips. He's not quite sure what just happened, but something's messing with him. It makes him feel all mushy inside and it's a struggle not to keep serenading her.
"Alright there, darlin'" he pauses with a grin, "Wotcher," He's familiar with a little London slang, but it's been a while.
"Uh.. sorry 'bout that," He rubs the back of his neck, "Don't know what came over me... I'm normally not singin' til I'm lyin' in the gutter," He cringes and shakes his head, "Fancy 'air do, by the way,"
Yeah, he prefers St. Patrick's Day. For obvious reasons. Hey, he's just patriotic, that's all.
Oh, he was Irish as well as cute. Well, that just made things better, didn't it? She almost felt as though she had found her 'people' in that Doyle wasn't a Yank.
"Oh, I'm fine. Are you alright? I'm a bit of a klutz, piece of advice for the future, don't stop suddenly in front of me. I might not be able to stop. I might land up on top of you and not in the fun way either." There was really no way to tell if Valentine's was the cause of her behavior or if it was just her on her own.
"There are better places to lie than in the gutter, mate. Trust me, my mind's there plenty enough." Tonks smiled. "Thank you, I can tell you have good taste. Not many men appreciate the color pink. I'm Tonks by the way, or Dora if you prefer."
"I'm fine, darlin'. Just got the sudden urge to start singin' to the first pretty thing I saw. Luckily, it was you," he says before laughing as she explains her apparent clumsiness. "Ah, dearly noted," he taps his nose and winks.
Doyle raises his eyebrows at her at her next comment. Well, she certainly doesn't beat around bush, does she? He's stunned for a moment but smiles boyishly, raising an eyebrow in amusement. This Valentine's day must be affecting everyone. That, or his slightly drunken singing really must be getting better.
"And why not? Looks grand on a pretty lass such as yourself," And the words just keep coming out, like he's got no control over it. He tilts his head to the side, contemplating which name to go for. Decisions, decisions.
"I'm Doyle, nice to meet'cha," he offers a hand to shake. "So, why's someone like you all by themselves on Valentine's Day?"
"As far as urges go, I can think of worse." She smiled, "Completely worse and even more embarrassing, I should think then breaking into song." Tonks knew, she was contemplating a couple of them herself.
"You're doing a bloody brilliant job so far, keep it up." Tonks did not believe that anything was wrong with her behavior. However, she did have that certain disconnect when she only felt embarrassed or awkward after the fact. Time would only tell if she felt she had acted differently than normal.
"It's nice to meet you too Doyle." Tonks accepted his hand for a shake. "I'm..." She thought a moment on how best to phrase it, "new in town. I've just relocated from London with few friends and no social life. Well, at least not a social life yet."
Doyle can't help but laugh at that one. He shrugs, "Well, gotta say I'd agree with yer on that one," He raises his eyebrows at her encouragement and smiles, "Maybe I will," he says with another shrug, "I'll let you know when I feel like burstin' into song again,"
He tilts his head at the words 'new in town', wondering if she's actually moved here or if she's a Wanderer. If she's got friends here, it might be the former. But saying that, it's probably going to be the latter. There's people he knows here too.
But it's not like he's going to double check. Switching into his demon form would just be rude. And he'd probably just freak her out.
He leans in slightly, checking no one else is listening. He's well aware how bad these times are for people like them. "You're a Wanderer, too?" he asks after some hesitation. "I'm from L.A. - well, that's where I was before I came here. Landed here last June,"
"Do. I promise you, I'm a very appreciative concert goer." Tonks was a Wanderer, a witch in fact. She wouldn't freak out at the sight of a demon. She might ask an inappropriate question for two but she wouldn't go mental at the sight.
Tonks found herself oddly receptive towards Doyle when he leaned in. "Yeah, I am. I arrived here a couple of weeks ago. It's a bit of shock, isn't it?"
"Ahh, I'm afraid I'm just a sort of singin' in pubs kinda deal," he says, making a face for a moment before grinning. "So, don't expect much from me. Although, there's somethin' more heartfelt in it, compared to concerts," he offers another wink.
And he notes that, raising his eyebrows at her and smiling amusedly at her. But he doesn't say anything about it. Nothing at all.
"It is a bit," he says with a nod, "New city, new universe. Even superpowers. Nasty terrorist groups chasin' pretty girls," he sighs and shakes his head, "But, I'm sure you can take care of yourself, eh?"
"Not all venues have to be big to be appreciated. I like the smaller ones, they're much more intimate. Besides, some of my favorite places are pubs. Is the whiskey here really as bad as I've heard, as bad as having a shag on a ship?" Really, what was the point of watered down liquor?
"Oh, yeah. What kind of superpowers?" She was curious but she wasn't going to show him hers until he showed her his. There was no Ministry of Magic. So while Tonks didn't have a magical authority to report to, she still felt it best to keep the statute of secrecy.
"What, like the CLF?" It was something that someone had mentioned to Tonks in her magical journal. She didn't even know what that was but it almost sounded ominous. "Maybe I can take care of myself or maybe it might be fun to have a cute bloke come to my rescue. Give me five minutes, I'm sure I'll have at least tripped over something by then, probably my own shadow."
Doyle considers this for a few moments and nods. "Well, if you put it that way.." She's definitely talking his language now. Drinking is one of his favorite past times, apart from gambling that is. And smoking.
"It's not as good as in Ireland," he tells her, finding the simile amusing, "But personally, once you've drunk enough, it doesn't particularly matter. Why? You wanna go for a drink or somethin'?"
"Ah, well.." he makes a face, scratching at the light stubble on one side of his jaw in thought, "... since coming through the rift, I've found out I can't seem to die anymore," He's not going to say anything about his demon heritage just yet. He might be more romantic and all, but his discomfort about being half-demon remains.
Doyle laughs, tilting his head to the side. He leans in again, raising an eyebrow. He lowers his voice slightly, a hint of mischievousness in his tone. "You hintin' for future reference there, darlin'?"
She had a few favorite hobbies like obsessing over certain wizarding bands and finding the most garish colored pieces of clothing to wear. Drinking was one of the more polite ones she could admit to. "Yeah, maybe. The night's still young. You could show a girl where she could get a good drink and not water
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Doyle's not really one to comment on fashion. Most people he knew back home thought he dressed like a loser. Not that he cared or sought to change it, anyway. He taps his temple, he likes this challenge. It would be an absolute crying shame if he didn't take it. "It'd be an honor," he says with a nod, "Follow me, eh
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"Oh, I'll follow you alright. The view is nice." Given her own choices most of the time, Tonks should not talk about fashion. Certainly she didn't judge other people by what they wore.
"Yeah, spells, charms, and hexes. I'm not into curses though." It wasn't just Doyle, there wasn't another witch like Tonks in existence. Obviously, she was still being a bit vague about the full extent of her abilities. It was safer for her that way. "Well, I'm glad to hear that your resilient. I won't feel so bad if I step on your toe or something later."
Tonks grinned, "Just be sure to keep at least one eye on the road. It's my job to not look where I'm going." Briefly, Tonks looked up at the night sky and then turned her head to look back at Doyle. "So, you've been here a year. How do you keep yourself busy?"
Doyle raises an eyebrow, grinning mischievously, "Feel free to admire it all you want," he says with a slight shrug before teasing: "Gotta say, you're not too bad yourself,"
"Ah, that's alright then," he says with a nod. A good witch? Well, hexes don't sound too fun. But a witch not doing curses? That doesn't happen too often. "Curses aren't that much fun," He chuckles, tilting his head to the side, "I still feel though," he tells her, "Pain, that is... and well, a few other things. If you catch my drift,"
The narration just facepalmed.
"Oh, I'll try my very best to, darlin'" he tells her with a nod. He pauses in thought, wondering himself just what he's done around here since last summer. "Oh, this and that," he says after a while, "Do a little gamblin' or pool hustlin' here and there to make sure I've got somethin' in me back pocket," he shrugs, "Just try to keep myself entertained in anyway possible. There's not much us Wanderers can do, I'm afraid,"
"Thanks." Tonks replied with a grin. "I'll try. I don't wan to ogle you too badly though, I wouldn't want to inflate that head of yours anymore than I have to." If his narration facepalmed, Tonks' narration facepalmed herself so hard that her head came clean off of her shoulders.
"Maybe the pain is to keep you from doing anything too rash?" Tonks' grin grew. "Oh, I think I do." Teehee, haha.
Tonks was afraid of that. She didn't think Muggles could use an Auror. Tonks even doubted that there was a surplus of dark arts practitioners. So what was she to do? "I loved my job," she said. "It was exciting, dangerous, never boring. Well, paperwork is boring but I guess every job has its hazards." Yes, Tonks considered paperwork more hazardous to her health than a stray curse hitting her. "Well, why not? There has to be something, doesn't there?"
And so he's down on one knee to the first person he sees, serenading them. His voice is low and heartfelt as he almost-drunkenly croons through a certain well-known song:
"The smile on your face lets me know that you need me. There's a truth in your eyes saying you'll never leave me. The touch of your hand says you'll catch me, where ever I faaall~..."
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And so it was, that on Valentine's Day, that Tonks was coming out of a shop. She smiled at Doyle. Chicago, while not London, had no lack of cute boys to ogle, there at least was that. Tonks wasn't expecting him to drop to a knee and start serenading her. She almost tripped over him. Tonks might have been mad but he was cute, he was serenading her (even if he was drunk), and it was Valentine's Day.
"Wotcher, that means hello."
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And then as he finishes, Doyle suddenly looks up curiously at the woman. An awkward grin creeps up on his lips. He's not quite sure what just happened, but something's messing with him. It makes him feel all mushy inside and it's a struggle not to keep serenading her.
"Alright there, darlin'" he pauses with a grin, "Wotcher," He's familiar with a little London slang, but it's been a while.
"Uh.. sorry 'bout that," He rubs the back of his neck, "Don't know what came over me... I'm normally not singin' til I'm lyin' in the gutter," He cringes and shakes his head, "Fancy 'air do, by the way,"
Yeah, he prefers St. Patrick's Day. For obvious reasons. Hey, he's just patriotic, that's all.
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"Oh, I'm fine. Are you alright? I'm a bit of a klutz, piece of advice for the future, don't stop suddenly in front of me. I might not be able to stop. I might land up on top of you and not in the fun way either." There was really no way to tell if Valentine's was the cause of her behavior or if it was just her on her own.
"There are better places to lie than in the gutter, mate. Trust me, my mind's there plenty enough." Tonks smiled. "Thank you, I can tell you have good taste. Not many men appreciate the color pink. I'm Tonks by the way, or Dora if you prefer."
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Doyle raises his eyebrows at her at her next comment. Well, she certainly doesn't beat around bush, does she? He's stunned for a moment but smiles boyishly, raising an eyebrow in amusement. This Valentine's day must be affecting everyone. That, or his slightly drunken singing really must be getting better.
"And why not? Looks grand on a pretty lass such as yourself," And the words just keep coming out, like he's got no control over it. He tilts his head to the side, contemplating which name to go for. Decisions, decisions.
"I'm Doyle, nice to meet'cha," he offers a hand to shake. "So, why's someone like you all by themselves on Valentine's Day?"
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"You're doing a bloody brilliant job so far, keep it up." Tonks did not believe that anything was wrong with her behavior. However, she did have that certain disconnect when she only felt embarrassed or awkward after the fact. Time would only tell if she felt she had acted differently than normal.
"It's nice to meet you too Doyle." Tonks accepted his hand for a shake. "I'm..." She thought a moment on how best to phrase it, "new in town. I've just relocated from London with few friends and no social life. Well, at least not a social life yet."
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He tilts his head at the words 'new in town', wondering if she's actually moved here or if she's a Wanderer. If she's got friends here, it might be the former. But saying that, it's probably going to be the latter. There's people he knows here too.
But it's not like he's going to double check. Switching into his demon form would just be rude. And he'd probably just freak her out.
He leans in slightly, checking no one else is listening. He's well aware how bad these times are for people like them. "You're a Wanderer, too?" he asks after some hesitation. "I'm from L.A. - well, that's where I was before I came here. Landed here last June,"
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Tonks found herself oddly receptive towards Doyle when he leaned in. "Yeah, I am. I arrived here a couple of weeks ago. It's a bit of shock, isn't it?"
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And he notes that, raising his eyebrows at her and smiling amusedly at her. But he doesn't say anything about it. Nothing at all.
"It is a bit," he says with a nod, "New city, new universe. Even superpowers. Nasty terrorist groups chasin' pretty girls," he sighs and shakes his head, "But, I'm sure you can take care of yourself, eh?"
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"Oh, yeah. What kind of superpowers?" She was curious but she wasn't going to show him hers until he showed her his. There was no Ministry of Magic. So while Tonks didn't have a magical authority to report to, she still felt it best to keep the statute of secrecy.
"What, like the CLF?" It was something that someone had mentioned to Tonks in her magical journal. She didn't even know what that was but it almost sounded ominous. "Maybe I can take care of myself or maybe it might be fun to have a cute bloke come to my rescue. Give me five minutes, I'm sure I'll have at least tripped over something by then, probably my own shadow."
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"It's not as good as in Ireland," he tells her, finding the simile amusing, "But personally, once you've drunk enough, it doesn't particularly matter. Why? You wanna go for a drink or somethin'?"
"Ah, well.." he makes a face, scratching at the light stubble on one side of his jaw in thought, "... since coming through the rift, I've found out I can't seem to die anymore," He's not going to say anything about his demon heritage just yet. He might be more romantic and all, but his discomfort about being half-demon remains.
Doyle laughs, tilting his head to the side. He leans in again, raising an eyebrow. He lowers his voice slightly, a hint of mischievousness in his tone. "You hintin' for future reference there, darlin'?"
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"Yeah, spells, charms, and hexes. I'm not into curses though." It wasn't just Doyle, there wasn't another witch like Tonks in existence. Obviously, she was still being a bit vague about the full extent of her abilities. It was safer for her that way. "Well, I'm glad to hear that your resilient. I won't feel so bad if I step on your toe or something later."
Tonks grinned, "Just be sure to keep at least one eye on the road. It's my job to not look where I'm going." Briefly, Tonks looked up at the night sky and then turned her head to look back at Doyle. "So, you've been here a year. How do you keep yourself busy?"
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"Ah, that's alright then," he says with a nod. A good witch? Well, hexes don't sound too fun. But a witch not doing curses? That doesn't happen too often. "Curses aren't that much fun," He chuckles, tilting his head to the side, "I still feel though," he tells her, "Pain, that is... and well, a few other things. If you catch my drift,"
The narration just facepalmed.
"Oh, I'll try my very best to, darlin'" he tells her with a nod. He pauses in thought, wondering himself just what he's done around here since last summer. "Oh, this and that," he says after a while, "Do a little gamblin' or pool hustlin' here and there to make sure I've got somethin' in me back pocket," he shrugs, "Just try to keep myself entertained in anyway possible. There's not much us Wanderers can do, I'm afraid,"
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"Maybe the pain is to keep you from doing anything too rash?" Tonks' grin grew. "Oh, I think I do." Teehee, haha.
Tonks was afraid of that. She didn't think Muggles could use an Auror. Tonks even doubted that there was a surplus of dark arts practitioners. So what was she to do? "I loved my job," she said. "It was exciting, dangerous, never boring. Well, paperwork is boring but I guess every job has its hazards." Yes, Tonks considered paperwork more hazardous to her health than a stray curse hitting her. "Well, why not? There has to be something, doesn't there?"
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