Walden Ian Macnair (bringerofdeath) wrote in changedrpg, @ 2011-11-29 10:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | !date: 1997 - november, mario bozo, royden poke, walden macnair |
Who: Walden Macnair, Mario Bozo, and Royden Poke
When: Backdated to the evening of November 28th
Where: A boxing match
What: Walden wants to have a little chat with his "friends"
Rating/Status: Closed/PG-13 at least for language
Walden glanced around and wrinkled his nose. Boxing. It was far from his favorite sport but he wasn't here for an evening of enjoyment, not to say there couldn't be fun to be found. There was something he needed to do and his sources had told him he could find what he was looking for here. Barbaric. At least they could be watching a dueling match, there was much more one could to with a wand than with their own fists. Though, he was pretty sure that some people he knew could be creative with their hands alone. Shaking his head, Walden put on his best "pretend" smile and made his way through the crowd, snatching a drink off the tray of some waiter as he walked. Let some other bloody moron pay for it. It wasn't like he cared much.
His smile turned genuine as he spied what he was looking for, not that Mario Bozo was hard to miss. Worse yet, he paled around with that torrid reporter, what was her name? Walden shrugged, it didn't matter. She was a pure blood and that's what his lot cared about. There were precious few of them so they had to make exceptions. It was a shame too because it had been a while since he had a bit of fun. Mentally, he noted to add that to his to-do list. That day at the ministry had almost been a month ago and had made him want to get out more. Then again, with his promotion he had to be more careful. Ugh. The cost of a promotion was much.
Speaking of work, he noticed that Bozo had another with him. Poke. Great. Wasn't it enough he had to see his peons at work and now he had to deal with them outside work? Fabulous. Still, with a wave of his hand he indicated for a nearby waiter to come serve his whims. He hadn't even started already and he needed a drink. "What do you say gentlemen, drinks?" Walden said off hand as he slipped into a vacant seat next to them. It was what he considered an ice breaker. He had to start some where.
It was best he didn't start right in on the preaching, the reason he was here. Drinks always got people's tongues flowing any how. Long as it wasn't his that got flowing. He would have to carefully monitor just how much he did drink.