Closed RP in the Little Green Apple

[400_years_young]

It was possible that when he finally turned mortal, John Amsterdam would drop dead from centuries of smoking.

Smoking had been a recreational activity well before the European settlers had arrived, and it had spread through the colonies like wildfire. John had picked up the habit at fourteen, right off the boat. He had tried to give it up like

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[sidney_reilly]

Reilly has his own stash of his preferred vices in his room, of course, but he enjoyed the atmosphere at the Little Green Apple. He stopped in from time to time to try out the house's latest exotic concoctions and to keep his ears open to whatever his Slytherin housemates might be up to.

It was also nice to be in a smoky bar again. The shift away from smoking in public places was one that would never sit well with him - who, after all, would want to know what a London pub really smelled like underneath all the cigarettes, cigars and pipes' smoke?

Reilly turned at the bar to survey the room, and noticed a familiar face settled in comfortably with a hookah, looking up at the tendril of smoke floating toward the ceiling.

He ambled over and set his drink down on the table beside John Amsterdam. "Is that tobacco, or something that lets you see the mysteries of the universe in that smoke?"

[400_years_young]

"Molasses tobacco," John replied, "with a hint of peach. You're welcome to try some." It was his favorite, but his attempts at converting anyone else had failed so far.

"Besides, mysteries I've got plenty of. It's answers that I need."

[sidney_reilly]

"Spoken like a true detective. Thanks, but I've never been altogether comfortable with that contraption. Seems a bit like playing the bagpipes." He opened his cigarette case (his spare case; Claire Tourneur still hadn't returned his favorite) and rolled one between his fingers. "I will beg a light off you if you've got one, though."

[400_years_young]

"Oh, come on." He waved the hose around. "The bagpipes aren't that hard."

The light presented a problem. "Sorry," he said. "Fresh out. Unless you really want to have an inexperienced wizard try and light your cigarette with a brand new wand. I'm almost as good at Incendio as I am at Aguamenti. You can guess which one I've had more practice with."