It had been a while since La Fee Verte had gone all out and held a party. Nothing about this particular day demanded celebration, but sometimes the days with nothing to throw a party for were the best occasions
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It was a rarity to see Kaga at the Little Green Apple. Not that he hated the place, but he got drunk too easily off hard liquor, so visits were not common.
Now was one of those few visits, though, as Kaga picked up a drink and looked around, seeing who else was here.
Kurama was hiding. He'd accidentally called a portable lightning storm, and it had proceeded to follow him through the halls, petulantly zapping him as it went. At the very least it didn't follow him into any rooms. The Little Green Apple just happened to be the closest room. He smiled when he saw Kaga.
The Doctor hadn't visited the Little Green Apple yet. It was time he remedied that. He had been feeling adventurous lately, after all. He occupied a chair near the door, a good vantage point to watch people come and go and listen to some truly dreadful karaoke as he sipped at an alarmingly colored concoction a house elf had shoved into his hands.
Given the Little Green Apple's close but unofficial affiliation with Slytherin, the Master wasn't surprised that he hadn't seen the Doctor there before. Of course, if he was developing a taste for that sort of drink, he was in the right place.
From his neighboring table, he met the Doctor's eye, cast a mocking glance at the drink, and raised his own more sedate beverage in salute.
The Doctor smirked cheekily at the Master and drank from the glass. The karaoke started to get a little better. He flagged down a house elf and ordered a basket of chips. A little snack would do the trick, and keep him from getting drunk. Which seemed like a very smart idea all of a sudden.
Well, it's not as if only one of them could boss house elves around. A curt gesture and soon one of the little creatures was scurrying to the Doctor's table with a note hastily written in neat Gallifreyan on an almost-dry napkin.
He'd do anything for her, of course he would, but getting dragged up to sing was one of those things he needed to be a bit drunk for. So right now he was standing by the bar with a glass of something alarmingly purple, and wondering whether he should risk finishing it.
Oh, dear. The boy looked like he was steeling himself for battle.
"Let me guess. That's the girl from the box."
The Master had found a sufficiently simple drink that the bartender made to his liking and stuck to it. By now, he could have a textbook-perfect Sidecar with just a wave of his hand. But it was fun seeing the concoctions La Fee Verte liked to slip people.
...oh, bloody hell, where had he come from? Rory was suddenly very grateful that he hadn't finished his - thing that he should have really paid attention to the name of.
"That's Amy," he said, flatly, hoping he sounded more clear-headed than he felt. "And you - you're not going near her."
"I hadn't thought there was any reason to," he said, with a raised eyebrow. "Unless she's one of the rare ones who can do more than run, scream, and glare defiantly, there's no point. It gets a bit same-y, really."
Adam had been out wandering around, he was bored and after all the confusion in the prank war and the time spent with his family afterword, he needed to stretch his legs.
The sounds and smells coming from the room ahead caught his attention and the young man headed towards them. Hands slipped in to his pockets, he still felt a little out of place here. He hadn't branched out much beyond the people he knew from back home and it gave him pause.
He stayed there in the door for a few moments, green eyes just looking around the room with an almost curious tilt to his head.
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Now was one of those few visits, though, as Kaga picked up a drink and looked around, seeing who else was here.
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"The ways we meet. How are you doing, my friend?"
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Too sweet.
He glared at La Fee Verte.
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Given the Little Green Apple's close but unofficial affiliation with Slytherin, the Master wasn't surprised that he hadn't seen the Doctor there before. Of course, if he was developing a taste for that sort of drink, he was in the right place.
From his neighboring table, he met the Doctor's eye, cast a mocking glance at the drink, and raised his own more sedate beverage in salute.
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Avoid the chopitos, they're dreadful here.
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Rory was doomed.
He'd do anything for her, of course he would, but getting dragged up to sing was one of those things he needed to be a bit drunk for. So right now he was standing by the bar with a glass of something alarmingly purple, and wondering whether he should risk finishing it.
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"Let me guess. That's the girl from the box."
The Master had found a sufficiently simple drink that the bartender made to his liking and stuck to it. By now, he could have a textbook-perfect Sidecar with just a wave of his hand. But it was fun seeing the concoctions La Fee Verte liked to slip people.
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"That's Amy," he said, flatly, hoping he sounded more clear-headed than he felt. "And you - you're not going near her."
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The sounds and smells coming from the room ahead caught his attention and the young man headed towards them. Hands slipped in to his pockets, he still felt a little out of place here. He hadn't branched out much beyond the people he knew from back home and it gave him pause.
He stayed there in the door for a few moments, green eyes just looking around the room with an almost curious tilt to his head.
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