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lincolnmoon (lincolnmoon) wrote in quidditchplay,
@ 2011-12-12 17:06:00

Entry tags:

! december, chris flint, lincoln moon

Who: Lincoln and Chris
When: Monday Evening
Where: The Snitch
What: Random Interaction
Rating: TBA
Status: Incomplete!

Lincoln was relatively bored, which for him was odd. He could make washing dishes fun. Currently, however, he was at the Snitch with hardly anyone to talk to or serve. Those who had come in had taken their drinks and retreated to one of the many tables littering the Pub. He supposed he really shouldn't be surprised. It was a Monday, after all, which were usually quiet. He hated Mondays.

Having grown bored of leaning against the counter, his elbow resting on the smooth surface and his chin resting on the palm of his hand, Lincoln straightened and grabbed a clean clothe from beneath the bar and started shinning up the glasses for the seventh time that day. They couldn't be too clean.

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flintster
2011-12-13 03:48 pm UTC (link)

Chris had been overworked. Or so she assumed because usually there was enough time in her life to go out for drinks, go to practices, have lunch with her friends and in general manage to have a nap. Not these past weeks, no. So far she had been busy as fuck, which, to be fair, was partially due to the really shitty game they had had last week. It had been bloody embarrassing to lose by as much as they had, especially when the other team got over 900 points. Chris did wonder what the fuck had happened, she hadn't even broken anyone's bones for a change. More practice was necessary, but not today. No, today, Chris was going to relax.

The Snitch was always a good choice since usually someone she knew was there but today the place looked oddly dead. Maybe everyone was preparing for... something? Zombie apocalypse entered Chris' mind and she decided that maybe she really should slow down on all the weed she was smoking. When your first explanation to a half empty pub was zombies, there was probably something wrong with your brain. No pun intended. Shaking her head, Chris walked up to the bar, pulling a bar stool closer so she could sit down.

"I'll have a pint of lager," she said to Lincoln. Who she recognised but wasn't particularly sure whether they had ever spoken to each other. They might've done, Chris did talk to a lot of people. "Get a drink for yourself, too," Chris added before putting enough money on the table to cover both of the drinks and then some. "Quiet night, eh?"

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lincolnmoon
2011-12-13 11:33 pm UTC (link)

Lincoln glanced up when someone finally took a seat at the bar. He was growing tired of a bunch of shiny glasses being his only company. Spotting Chris, he offered her one of his normally bright smiles. He wasn't entirely familiar with her, but he'd seen her around with Terence and Adrian, so she couldn't be that bad. "Thanks!" he really wasn't much of a drinker, but he took her offered pint just the same. It would be rude to refuse and one wasn't going to kill him.

As he slid her's across the bar, he took a moment to look her over. "No offense or anything, love, but you look like crap. Long day?" Okay, so maybe he could have put it nicer, but she did. She looked tired and perhaps a little stressed, but what did he know. Maybe this was the new "It" look.

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flintster
2011-12-14 11:25 am UTC (link)

Chris took a rather long sip of her drink before looking back up and Lincoln and answering his question. "It's been a rough week," she commented with a sigh. "Games and training and fucking Christmas shopping," Chris added shaking her head. She really did hate Christmas. Christmas was the time of the year that reminded her that her mother was dead and her father hated both her and her sister. It wasn't a great holiday, put it that way. Sure, Chris loved spending time around Antonia's, playing with the kids but at the end of the day? Christmas still sucked.

"What about you? Excited for Christmas?" Chris really didn't see why he would be but a lot of people seemed to be looking forward to Christmas. Which was a bit silly, since hardly any of them could even count as Christian. Suppose there were the presents, at least. Chris liked presents.

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