RP: A pint can cure almost anything

[shh_zach]

Date: 1 August 2005
Characters: Zacharias Smith, Tracey Davis
Location: Five Alarm
Status: Private
Summary: Zach stops in for a pint.
Completion: Incomplete

Comments

[shh_tracey]

Tracey was finally starting to get used to working at Five Alarm. The old men, lechers though they were, could be amusing when drunk and told interesting stories while sober and so far, she hadn't had to serve anyone who recognized her for what she was.

Still, it was hard work and tiring. She was about three-quarters of the way through her shift when a familiar blond walked in. She watched him a second before recognizing him as a Hufflepuff from her year. Wonderful, the last thing she needed was more Hufflepuffs. Perhaps he wouldn't recognize her though.

She moved over to him, giving as much of a smile as Tracey could give a stranger. "Welcome to Five Alarm, what can I get you?"

[shh_zach]

A very attractive young girl came to take his order. Zach looked at her for a moment. He knew her, but he couldn't place her. "I'd love a pint of ale," he said, smiling at her. "I may order something to eat as well, but for right now, ale would be fantastic."

Damn, she looked familiar. "Did you go to Hogwarts? Sorry, you just... I know I've seen you before."

[shh_tracey]

Tracey nodded, glad there seemed to be no outward hostility. Much better than her last run in with a hufflepuff. "Ale it is, and I'll get you a menu." She moved to the tap to get him his order.

Then he asked where he had seen her before and she bit back a sigh. He just didn't recognize her. "I went there, yah. Slytherin. You?"

[shh_zach]

"Hufflepuff. You didn't play Quidditch, did you? I'd remember that. At least I hope I would." He took his pint from her, as well as the menu. "Thank you." He took a long swallow from his ale and sighed. "That is exactly what I needed. Have you worked here long? Oh, sorry, where are my manners?"

Holding out his hand, he smiled. "Zacharias Smith. It's nice to meet you."