Who: Rory and Grace (and a certain blonde neighbour)
Where: Rory's apartment
When: Run up to Hogmanay (Friday 31st December/Saturday 1st of January)
What: Two women enjoying a birthday and the run up to the new year...
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It's always quiet before it goes wrong.... )
"Blondes and bells.." She repeated, sipping her wine thoughtfully. "Well, the bells refers to church and clock bells, like Big Ben, ye've heard of that one, right? They go off at midnight, even if they don't usually do. As for blondes." She paused, glancing at the wall that Francis' apartment was behind, "A tall, dark and handsome man should be at your door during the bells. He should have whisky, coal, salt or shortbread to give the residents for good luck. If however," did someone just knock the door? Well, they could wait a minute or two. "If however, the man is blonde then it's bad luck, no matter how much whiskey, coal, salt or shortbread he may carry. Now, if you excuse me a moment, I think I heard a knock at the door."
Giving Grace an apologetic smile, Rory got up, stumbling slightly to the door, barely noting the time was about ten minutes to midnight, and looking through the peep hole. Brown hair...Dewi. "I think ye'r still a bit...oh...it's you." She trailed off as she opened the door and getting a better view of the 'brunette's' face, which was decidedly...froggy. Leaning against the door frame, she frowned at Francis, "Ah thought ah told you not tae c'me over taeday Francis." she hissed, accent becoming more prominent as she did so. "J'st wait a couple o' hours then ah'll see ye." She added before trying to close the door.
She was sure she had made herself clear in her texts.
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