RP: DISOBEDIENCE, n. The silver lining to the cloud of servitude.
Date: 29 July 1998
Characters: Sasha Capper, Pansy Parkinson
Location: The Three Broomsticks
Status: Private
Summary: Sasha is not amused to find herself waiting on Pansy.
Completion: Complete
Sasha couldn't believe how busy the Three Broomsticks was, given the news of Fenrir Greyback's escape. But, apparently, even with dangerous criminals on the loose people needed their daily dose of booze and greasy pub food. She shouldn't have been surprised, really.
She was rushing about from table to table serving people. It was lucky she was used to organising chaos, otherwise she might have been having a bit of a nervy. She placed dinners down at her table for three in the corner, swatted the hand of a regular away from her thigh-- shooting him a menacing look, as that was all she had time for at the moment-- and continued on to her next table, where a young woman was seated with her back to Sasha.
"Hello, I'm Sasha, what can I get for yo-" she stopped dead and starred at her customer for a moment. This was just bloody perfect. Thank god she didn't have a hangover from the night before. She took a deep breath, "What can I get for you, Pansy?"
Pansy Parkinson. Former roommate. Former friend. And, as far as Sasha was concerned, full-time menace.
Characters: Sasha Capper, Pansy Parkinson
Location: The Three Broomsticks
Status: Private
Summary: Sasha is not amused to find herself waiting on Pansy.
Completion: Complete
Sasha couldn't believe how busy the Three Broomsticks was, given the news of Fenrir Greyback's escape. But, apparently, even with dangerous criminals on the loose people needed their daily dose of booze and greasy pub food. She shouldn't have been surprised, really.
She was rushing about from table to table serving people. It was lucky she was used to organising chaos, otherwise she might have been having a bit of a nervy. She placed dinners down at her table for three in the corner, swatted the hand of a regular away from her thigh-- shooting him a menacing look, as that was all she had time for at the moment-- and continued on to her next table, where a young woman was seated with her back to Sasha.
"Hello, I'm Sasha, what can I get for yo-" she stopped dead and starred at her customer for a moment. This was just bloody perfect. Thank god she didn't have a hangover from the night before. She took a deep breath, "What can I get for you, Pansy?"
Pansy Parkinson. Former roommate. Former friend. And, as far as Sasha was concerned, full-time menace.