Who: Ainsley Innis and Nora Branstone
What: Nora needs an education and extroversion
Where: Dolls, a lesbian bar in Edinburgh
When: Wednesday evening, 12th March
Rating: PG-13 (maybe?)
Status: Closed; Incomplete
This whole scour-the-planet-for-Lestrange thing was getting old. Really bloody old. Ainsley couldn't just refuse to do it, though. Especially not when her entire division was on it and particularly not when she was taking his last victim out for a bit of extroversion that night. She'd owled Nora earlier in the day to tell her work absolutely would not release it's vice-like grip on her until at least seven. Through owls they arranged to meet up at Dolls. While she desperately wanted to rip her hair out and possibly beat the hell out of either a punching bag or a person, Ainsley reminded herself with whom and why she was going out to Dolls tonight.
Ains had managed to get home, shower and relax before she had to go out to meet up with Nora, who she didn't actually know at all. The Auror figured there weren't too many people likely to be wearing a skirt and jumper ensemble and considering recent happenings she was willing to bet Nora would be covered more than anyone else going to the bar. She showed up early clad in a simple white tank, fitted jeans that weren't too tight, and motorcycle boots along with a long, black jacket. Ainsley was trying to not be too much of a dyke but she suspected she was failing just a little bit at that. "Whatever, she's looking for a lesbian, right? Maybe I should've butched it up," she muttered quietly to herself as she leaned against the stone wall.
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