RP: A Quidditch Player WHO: Valmae Morgan, Lancelot Troy WHERE: The Green Dragon Pub, Holyhead Wales WHEN: August 23, 2000. WHAT: She'd dropped in for beer. Maybe she should have ordered Irish Whiskey COMPLETE
Valmae only rarely stopped at the Green Dragon. It was a bit too dreary for her tastes but she heard that her favorite cranky bartender from her normal watering hole (the much more homey Troll's Cavern three streets over) was covering for a cousin of some sort, she had to drop in to metaphorically twist his mustache.
"Hey, there, Bobby-boy!" she greeted the old man with the truly astounding handlebar mustache, "why don't you grab me a Coors in a long-neck Texas bottle?"
The bartender snorted, causing his mustache to dance dangerously and pulled her a pint. "Heathen," he huffed at her.