RP: Oh, SHITE!
Characters: Daphne Greengrass, Neville Longbottom
Location: The Leaky Cauldron
Date: 18 May 2000
Status/Warning: Public
Summary Daphne gets herself into an awkward position.
Completion: Complete
Daphne decided to treat herself after work. She had worked herself into losing five pounds over the latest issue of Civilitas and decided she was going to put it all back on in one night. She took the Floo straight to the Leaky from work and sat herself at the bar, smiling at Tom with her sweetest smile.
"Double shot of firewhiskey, Butterbeer, steak and potato, extra trimmings," Daphne said. "Thanks."
She twirled around on her stool once, surveying the place for familiar faces and saw none. When she turned back around, there was a double of amber liquid in front of her and a nice cold, frothy, frosty mug. She downed the shot and slammed it back on the bar, then followed it with a large gulp of Butterbeer.
Before Daphne had time to settle in with her favourite guilty pleasure magazine, Witch Weekly, she was approached by a rather large, muscle-y, sweaty man with a stale beer in his hand. He smiled at her, showing his yellowed teeth, with a rather disconcerting glint in his eye.
"Want to swish and flick my wand?"
Instead of hexing someone, after all, Daphne wanted to finish her beer and eat her meal in peace, she turned around, looked at the nearest wizard to her age in the bar, and beckoned and winked.
Location: The Leaky Cauldron
Date: 18 May 2000
Status/Warning: Public
Summary Daphne gets herself into an awkward position.
Completion: Complete
Daphne decided to treat herself after work. She had worked herself into losing five pounds over the latest issue of Civilitas and decided she was going to put it all back on in one night. She took the Floo straight to the Leaky from work and sat herself at the bar, smiling at Tom with her sweetest smile.
"Double shot of firewhiskey, Butterbeer, steak and potato, extra trimmings," Daphne said. "Thanks."
She twirled around on her stool once, surveying the place for familiar faces and saw none. When she turned back around, there was a double of amber liquid in front of her and a nice cold, frothy, frosty mug. She downed the shot and slammed it back on the bar, then followed it with a large gulp of Butterbeer.
Before Daphne had time to settle in with her favourite guilty pleasure magazine, Witch Weekly, she was approached by a rather large, muscle-y, sweaty man with a stale beer in his hand. He smiled at her, showing his yellowed teeth, with a rather disconcerting glint in his eye.
"Want to swish and flick my wand?"
Instead of hexing someone, after all, Daphne wanted to finish her beer and eat her meal in peace, she turned around, looked at the nearest wizard to her age in the bar, and beckoned and winked.