L'chaim! ....or something Date & Time: 7 March 2003 | Evening Post Type: RP Status: Open: Private Character(s): Sal Perks, Theodore Nott Location: Black Locust Summary: Sometimes the only way to get over misery is to share it with someone like-minded. (And if not "like-minded", at least someone who's been-there, done-that.)
"Jane!" Sal greeted the bloke behind the bar.
The grizzled man turned a narrow eyed glare at her, which turned into a terrible, yet honestly felt grin almost at once, when he realised who it was. "You know you're the only one who can get away with fucking calling me that. I should hex you on general principle. The one damn time someone let my full name slip to you, and you just can't bloody let it go. Tim making you work your day off again?"
She began casting drying and warming charms on herself, even as she pulled off her coat and draped it over the back of a chair at one of the empty table within sight of the door. The Black Locust was an absolute hole, but she adored it. She couldn't even say the number of times she had topped off a long day or night at work with a nightcap. It wasn't a stretch to say she was a regular. "Nah, just meeting someone."
The barkeep raised a lascivious brow at her. "Someone, eh? Haven't seen you leave with anyone lately. This a cloud in the dry spell? A tiny shower, mayhap?"
Sal rolled her eyes. "Doubtful. Just a new friend, I think. I don't know the bloke very well, but I really bloody doubt he's the kind to just leave with me. Merlin's manly breasticles, can you believe this shite weather?"
"Great for something hot to drink. Got a Flaming Tongue Bath, something new I've concocted. You want to try it? If you can guess what's in it, I'll give it to you at a discount."
"Is that as opposed to the cute, punk, perky girl you want desperately to shag discount?" Sal said as she cast another drying charm on her ripped up tights and calf length boots. For whatever ridiculous reason she had chosen to wear a dress, albeit one that reached down to only mid-thigh.
The man she called Jane laughed. "Nah, on top of that."