T is smoking blood traitor in his pureblood pipe (fierywings) wrote in sixdegreesrpg, @ 2011-03-12 19:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2006 march, retired: gretchen watkins, retired: terrence higgs |
Who: T and Gretchen
What: an Important Conversation.
When: Saturday evening.
Where: the Troll's Head.
Warnings: TBA
Status: Complete
It had been a decent afternoon, despite the disappointment of Ella losing the Quidditch match. Terrence had managed to cheer her up to some extent, though he'd been able to tell that she was still upset over the loss. He didn't blame her, though, and there were things on the back of his mind, too.
He'd been somewhat on edge ever about whatever the hell was going on with Gretchen. Her signals were harder to read in writing, of course, but he could tell that something was off. And really, when had the words 'I need to talk to you' ever really preceded anything good? She'd been acting differently ever since they'd stopped shagging, even though that was never supposed to get complicated. He'd agreed to meet her tonight, even though he risked being in a less than happy mood for the wedding tomorrow, because he was hoping that whatever was going on would get resolved. Then, hopefully, he'd be able to put it out of his mind and concentrate on the things that were currently making him happy.
He was meeting Gretchen at the Troll's Head, which was very much her turf, but that wasn't really why Terrence was on his guard, even more than usual. He scanned the room for her, spotting her in the back in a booth, and headed in her direction. Just as well they wouldn't be in their usual spot anywhere near the bar to start, since he really wasn't in the mood to drink right now.
"So," he said, as he slid in beside her. Pleasantries were pointless. "What did you need to talk to me about?"