Marcus Flint (cruel_hands) wrote in afic, @ 2011-06-22 10:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: marcus flint, character: tracey davis, player: deb, player: sue |
Who: Marcus & Tracey
When: just before closing, Wednesday, 22 June
Where: Quality Quidditch Supplies
What: Marc needs to pick up his brooms
Rating: PG-13 because Marc sprinkles the f-bomb like salt
Status: threading
Marcus had taken the time to go back to the Manor after leaving the beach house that day, relaxing a bit in the garden and washing up before he headed back out to pick up his brooms. He'd lost track of time, relaxed as he was, and ended up ducking into the shop only a few minutes before closing. He didn't spot anyone immediately as he walked in, so instead he took some time to look around, trying to decide if he needed anything else while he was there. Fuck, he probably needed several things. He picked things up, looked them over, setting back two different pairs of gloves before he found a pair which both fit his large hands and felt comfortable enough to have a good grip.