Strangefellows - same time as always
It was not a secret that Harry and Charity Rosencrans were very different people (to the point where Harry often took a different last name, just to keep people from wondering why his sister was so psychotically possessive of him and so that if the fact they had had sex came up neither of them had to explain), but oddly enough ... they both enjoyed the Nightside for utterly different reasons.
Why Charity enjoyed it was perhaps more obvious than why Harry did -- who wouldn't love a place where you were a small fish and you knew it? -- but he really did like it here ... when his sister wasn't antagonizing him (a relatively small amount of the time, sure, but did it really matter all that much?). He had landed a nice little job working for some sort of Wood Spirit growing plants that shouldn't rightly exist on Earth.
Charity snorted at her brother and rolled her eyes, grabbing his arm to drag him into Strangefellows.
"You are a ridiculous daydreamer, Harry, and we are going to get you drunk so that you are vulnerable to the real pleasures of the Nightside."
Harry frowned at her, shuffling his feet. He really didn't like this bar much -- too dirty, too many people who were eying him like he was a piece of meat -- but he did have to keep his sister from doing something stupid, so he let her drag him inside.
"Okay, okay ... as long as you keep me away from the wormwood brandy and promise to pay, I might have a drink. Or two. But not more than two, you know how I get after I have had a trio of alcoholic beverages..."
"You are such a dork."
{Info about the twins: Charity and Harry. Tag one or both at will!}
Why Charity enjoyed it was perhaps more obvious than why Harry did -- who wouldn't love a place where you were a small fish and you knew it? -- but he really did like it here ... when his sister wasn't antagonizing him (a relatively small amount of the time, sure, but did it really matter all that much?). He had landed a nice little job working for some sort of Wood Spirit growing plants that shouldn't rightly exist on Earth.
Charity snorted at her brother and rolled her eyes, grabbing his arm to drag him into Strangefellows.
"You are a ridiculous daydreamer, Harry, and we are going to get you drunk so that you are vulnerable to the real pleasures of the Nightside."
Harry frowned at her, shuffling his feet. He really didn't like this bar much -- too dirty, too many people who were eying him like he was a piece of meat -- but he did have to keep his sister from doing something stupid, so he let her drag him inside.
"Okay, okay ... as long as you keep me away from the wormwood brandy and promise to pay, I might have a drink. Or two. But not more than two, you know how I get after I have had a trio of alcoholic beverages..."
"You are such a dork."
{Info about the twins: Charity and Harry. Tag one or both at will!}