Application: Charles Macaulay, "The Secret History"

[chas_macaulay]

A tall, lean man in faded jeans, a well-worn white button-down shirt, a loose tan suede jacket and a pair of steel-toed Wolverines that had seen better days appears in the Sorting Room. He looks around and runs a hand through his scruffy blond hair in puzzlement, and then his blue eyes fall upon the table of application forms. He ambles over, picks

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[busty_robin]

Steph honed in on one thing, and one thing only in the very good looking older man's application.

"Pepper. Jack. Cheeseburgers. They are godly. You bite into one, and angels sing. Good choice."

[chas_macaulay]

Charles grinned. Good kid, here. "I think so. Don't know where they'd been all my life. Waiting for me to get to Texas to find them, I guess."

[busty_robin]

"I've never been to Texas, so I'll have to take your word that they have good cheeseburgers. But why wouldn't they? Nothing out there but cattle! Oh, and tumbleweed! I hear there's tumbleweed!" Steph wasn’t city-biased, not in the least!

[chas_macaulay]

"Beef and spices. Oh, and chili. I've got a buddy who likes to say you can't get real chili anywhere outside the state."

He laughs. "Some parts of it there are, I've lived in those. Traded up to an exurb outside Austin at the moment, so I've kind of got the best of both worlds. Small towns at my back and a big city in front of me."

[busty_robin]

"I've only ever had city-chili," she admitted. Steph was a deprived girl!

She giggled. "So are you a born and bred, flag-carrying, remember the Alamo, Texan?"

[chas_macaulay]

"Nuh-uh. Moved there five years ago, I was born an East Coaster. First Virginia, then Vermont for college. Don't think I'd ever want to go back, though. I've kind of gotten used to wide open spaces."

[busty_robin]

"I like cramped, building laden spaces, with masses of people." Easier to jump from rooftop to rooftop! "The whole 'fresh air' thing is not for me. I've adjusted to city fumes, and would probably die of asphyxiation."

[chas_macaulay]

"Well, you're welcome to 'em." He smiles to take the sting out. "Maybe a vacation? You might like the Anasazi cliff dwellings down the Rio Grande a ways. There's a great ruin outside Santa Fe, not far from Bandelier."

[busty_robin]

"Maybe!" Those all sounded like fun things to jump off of. "Most of my vacations involve a pint of Ben & Jerry's, and some quality time with Bob Barker." She smiled. "He's quite dashing, in his own right."

She looked at his answer to the Hufflepuff question. Hmm. "So you’re a bartender? Because there aren’t many bartenders who know, off-hand, the locations of ancient ruins."

[chas_macaulay]

Charles shrugs casually. "I was a college Classics major. It prepared me for just about nothing, employment-wise. And I like bars, they're sort of my natural habitat. But I see 'ancient history' and the old juices start flowing, y'know?"

Vote: Ravenclaw

[busty_robin]

"Well, lucky for you, the house for all the book-types also happens to have one hell of a bar. Or so I hear. No firsthand knowledge." At this point, Steph would have whistled innocently. But she couldn't actually whistle all that well, so there you go.

Re: Vote: Ravenclaw

[chas_macaulay]

"Wow. These are a few of my favorite things. Any chance there's a piano around? Hypothetically, I mean, given that you've never seen this bar." He gives her a winsome grin.

Re: Vote: Ravenclaw

[busty_robin]

"Hypothetically, no. That would be hypothetically amazing, though. Hypothetically." She grinned right back. "There is music room floating around. You play?"

Re: Vote: Ravenclaw

[chas_macaulay]

"Yeah, I was the freak that actually enjoyed all those piano lessons our Nana made us take. Especially once I got to start picking my own material. How 'bout you?"

Re: Vote: Ravenclaw

[busty_robin]

"Sure do! I'm a bit rusty, but it's fun to tinker around. I play a positively mind blowing chopsticks. It’ll pretty much change the way you look at the world."

Re: Vote: Ravenclaw

[chas_macaulay]

He chuckled. "Oh, I can teach you to do a little more than that. You know that thing the piano player always does in the old Westerns, playing stingers whenever somebody walks into the saloon? I've got almost a complete line of those worked out, and they're no harder than Chopsticks."