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Megan Jones (musicaljones) wrote in amortentiarpg,
@ 2008-09-30 22:54:00

Entry tags:

megan jones, wesley montague

Who: Megan Jones & Wesley Montague (cause I thought it would be amusing)
Where: Pub
When: Evening
What: Megan goes out for a drink after work and runs into Wesley
Rating: PG possible language
Status: Incomplete

Megan had left work with some coworkers, working on a Witch Weekly left you with many female co-workers to hang out with and they tried to hang out at least once a week. Not everyone would make it but at least the group go out now and then. Megan was excited to go out to the pub, drinks and pub food was always nice. They were at the Leaky Cauldron this evening all crowded around a table. Megan had just received her food and was nursing her third drink of the evening. Her drink was definitely not as strong as fire whiskey but it wasn't as light as butterbeer. It was a drink that the gals at the table had gotten a few rounds of and honestly Megan was sure feeling the effects, she was tipsy to say the least. The girls were all having some fun laughing and joking, the even thought it was a wonderful idea to scout out fellas for the single girls in the crowd, unfortunately for Megan she was one of them. Megan was perhaps one of the youngest girls on the writing staff so she was one of the few that were single and not married. As she munched on her fries she shook her head. "No way, I am not going over there." Megan waved her hand looking at her co-workers like they were nuts.

As she sipped at her drink more she looked up as they pointed to a different guy. Well this guy looked almost broody and a little bit of a bad boy, or at least he had the feel of one. She had to admit he was pretty good looking, but he would probably turn her down. He didn't seem the type to want anything to do with her, but when had that ever stopped her? When they told her to go over and talk to them she groaned. "Fine," she acted like it was such a chore but she loved meeting knew people and had no issues with just walking up to the guy. Okay well walking was a little questionable at the moment.

With only a slight stumble as to get her footing and the head-rush to disappear she walked over to the guy quite normal. She sat down on the stool next to the guy, she smiled that usual Megan Jones smile that was cheerful and bright. She rested her elbow on the counter and her head rested on her hand. "Hello there how are you this evening?" She sighed softly and changed position letting her fingers drum on the counter. "My friends put me up to this they are all drunk and thought it would be a grand idea to make me come chat you up. Honestly I don't mind meeting knew people but I will leave you alone if you wish." Megan hoped he didn't say shove off but she honestly wouldn't be too surprised. "I am Megan by the way." She held out her hand that had nails finished in bright colours and fun patterns. Megan was perky but she really hoped no overbearing.

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not_romeo
2008-10-02 06:23 pm UTC (link)

Wesley had gone out for drinks earlier than usual that night. Work had been nothing short of pure torture; he'd started his first day of training. Wesley was not, as he had expected, been training some dumb guy who wanted to be the wizarding equivalent of James Bond (not that Wesley had any notion of who James Bond was). He'd arrived at the Ministry at precisely 6:00 AM and had begun to wait. And wait. And wait. Sometime around 6:42 AM, an extremely tiny blonde girl had wandered over to him, looking up with eager eyes and a toothy grin.

He had to train a girl.

Wes had a problem with women in general. He thought they talked too much and said too little, thought they used their bodies to manipulate people and played too many games. He also had a problem with wanting to desperately protect every female within fifty yards. It caused him a particular kind of grief that he was to be training what was possibly the most annoying girl in history how to be a trained killer. 'Girls are named Alex too!' she had repeated nearly every time he looked at her the wrong way.

If that wasn't enough to drive a man to drink, the reappearance of his ex-girlfriend on the strange journaling network certainly was. He hadn't heard any sign of her since they'd split up, and while he couldn't say he liked it that was exactly, it was preferred. Things were better left alone.

And so Wesley had gone to the Leaky Cauldron almost immediately after his shift had ended. He was wearing a white tank top and a pair of jeans, his dark work robes thrown on the seat beside him. It was meant to deter people from trying to sit next to him, but apparently it didn't work unless you blocked off both chairs.

He watched out of the corner of his eye as the younger girl stumbled towards him and made her introduction. He didn't much appreciate the idea of a flock of drunk girls making him their entertainment, and said so without words as he ignored Megan's outstretched hand. He took a sip of his scotch.

"I'm doing well, thank you." He thought about ignoring Megan but he didn't quite believe she would leave so easily. "My name is Wesley," he said after a moment.

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musicaljones
2008-10-04 12:50 am UTC (link)

"Well Wesley I am glad you are doing well," Megan said with a smile as she looked over at him. In truth sitting here and not listening to the gaggle of drunken girls as they pointed out boys she could date was nice. She looked back over at them and rolled her eyes before turning back to Wesley. "Sorry about interrupting your evening and all. You don't have to talk to me you know." She looked out for the bar tender wanting something to drink if she was going to sit here for a bit. "If you don't mind I would like to sit here for a bit. As much as I like my co-workers, them trying to drunkenly set me up all night doesn't sound appealing and I need a bit of a break." Megan was a chatty person and she could easily talk to a person she had never met before just because.

Megan finally got the bar tenders attention. "Fire Whiskey please," if she was going to go back over there she needed to be drunk. She turned her head to look at the guy named Wesley again. He probably didn't want her here, and he didn't look to be the sociable sort. He was pretty cute though, so it was a pity she couldn't chat him up and flirt about. Well when had that ever stopped her before anyway.

"Well Wesley how was your day? You're the fella in the journals having to train that person right?" Megan hated training new people at work and it was only at her old paper pushing job. Lucky for her that last time she had to train was a while ago. Megan looked up to the bar tender as he brought over a glass filled with a liquid. Taking a sip before holding the glass in her hand looking at the liquid.

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not_romeo
2008-10-13 08:22 pm UTC (link)

Wesley stayed mostly silent as Megan began to prattle on. He didn't have to talk to her? Well, that was for damn sure. He wasn't talking! He was just sitting there while she did all of the yammering. He was about to point out the irony in her statement when she ordered her drink. Firewhiskey. That was his drink. The last time he'd been to a bar and a woman had started drinking firewhiskey, it had been Cassandra. She'd been so pissed she could barely stand afterwards. Wesley eyed the smaller girl suspiciously.

"Can you handle that?" He was two seconds away from telling her that he'd just as soon leave her in a puddle of her own vomit than try to help her drunk ass back to her table of twittering birds when she said something that made his mouth drop open. Wesley had forgotten that the journals, forced upon him as a communications device from his department head, were something of public knowledge. He realized that he'd better be careful what he wrote. There was something very discomforting about strangers knowing things in your personal life.

"Um. It was alright." He took another sip of his scotch. "I don't much like training, but it's part of the job I suppose."

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musicaljones
2008-10-14 12:24 am UTC (link)

"Yes I can handle it, but I am glad you seemed mildly concerned," she rolled her eyes as she heard the glass placed in front of her. "I don't usually have more than one." Megan knew that she couldn't handle more than two, otherwise she ended up tripping over her own two feet and would need some help getting home. She took the first sip which was always the shocker and the burning feeling moved down her throat.

"I am sorry you have to do any sort of training." Megan nodded her head as she spoke. She took another sip and flashed a glance back to her friends who were no longer paying attention to her. Finally she did not feel like she was being watched. "Well eventually you won't have to train I assume."

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not_romeo
2008-10-14 04:20 pm UTC (link)

"I'm not concerned for you, really, just how it would affect me." Wesley threw back the rest of his drink and waited patiently for the bartender to bring him enough. He spent enough money in places like this that he knew he'd be getting that second round soon enough. He cast a sidelong glance to his new companion, and thinking that he may have come off too rude, tacked on: "Well, it's good to know your own limits." This was something of a compliment, though it was doubtful someone would take it that way.

"Guess they lost interest," Wes muttered as he followed Megan's gaze back to her table of friends. To be honest, Wesley was almost offended. Certainly he warranted more than a few seconds of giggly stares. Maybe he just wasn't that attractive of a guy. Getting old or something. Maybe that was why Charlotte...

Wesley coughed and reached out for his new drink, placed on the counter before him only seconds earlier. Why did he always have to think of her? Drinking was supposed to be the part of his life where she didn't leak over into his thoughts. That's why he did so much of it these days.

"Training is ... I guess it isn't so bad." Wesley wanted to stop thinking about his ex so badly that he was willing to try and make conversation with a stranger. "I mean, if I wasn't a good employee, they wouldn't be forcing me to do the training, you know?" Someone like Nott would be doing it. Wes didn't have much of a problem with Theodore in general; in fact, it was almost sad to say that Theodore Nott was Wesley's closest friend at this point in time.

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