Come On. We're Going to a Quidditch Match [closed]

[marloww]

It had been a hard few days. Marlow couldn't explain the weight she felt on her heart, the way her body fought against her most of the time, not wanting her to even get out of her bed in the morning. She had her better moments, letting herself become distracted by her students or by her friends and what was going on in their lives. It was easy to

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[plainlypat]

Pat couldn't deny that his surprising-in-more-than-one-way New Year's Day encounter with Marlow had more than lingered in his mind in the weeks since. Bloody Mary orders had indadvertedly become a blush-worthy memory trigger, and he hadn't quite been able to linger in the office for too long without getting distracted by his own runaway mind - he had practically choked on his piece of gum when he had come in one day to find Mark, one of the co-owners, sitting on the couch and going through expense reports

[marloww]

Marlow maneuvered her way through the small crowd blocking the bar, politely passing by a group of rowdier blokes, a few even whistling as she walked past. She paid them no attention as she instead focused on the sudden butterflies tugging at her stomach. She pressed her lips together, the flush creeping into the back of her neck as her surroundings brought back more intimate memories from their last encounter.

She reached the bar, her fingers gripping at the edge as she propped herself up, her height doing her no favors as she finally grinned.

She was here now. No backing out.

"Hey there, bartender-"

[plainlypat]

"Hey there, yourself," he greeted as nonchalantly as he could, a stupid grin doing a good enough job of working itself onto his face despite his best attempts to keep some kind of composure in place.

He wiped his hands on the towel hanging from his belt out of habit more so than necessity before leaning against the bar across from her, hitching up an eyebrow.

"What can I get you, then?"

[marloww]

He looked good. Almost better than she remembered him to be, her eyes briefly drifting to the way his shirt clung to his biceps. She leaned forward. A grin tugged at her lips then, as her eyes flickered back up to that adorable grin splayed across his face.

"You, actually-" she said, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. "Well, it's a proposition, really-"