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Tweak says, "banana banana banana!"

chipmunksrule (chipmunksrule) wrote in finnigans_rpg,
@ 2014-12-17 20:40:00

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character: genie de la lune, character: terry boot

Terry & Genie
Who: Terry, Genie
What: Reunion. Tears?
Where: Wingbeat
When: Thursday night, 12/18
Rating: SFW probably

Of late, Terry had been even more of a hermit than he usually was during the Quidditch season. Between practice, extra practice, the fascinating research he'd been doing since Rome, and making sure he was well rested for games, there had hardly been time for anything else. But with Christmas just next week, and none of his shopping finished he'd decided that with no more games until Feburary, tonight was as good as any to take the night off.

So after practice he'd gone out, gotten gifts for his family and a few friends, gotten them all wrapped, and with some time left before his self-imposed curfew had decided a quick stop at Wingbeat was in order. It had been awhile since he'd been dancing, and that was a shame. He wasn't a good dancer, far from it, but he enjoyed it and it was good stress relief. He knew that Thursday was LGBTQ night, and it was his favorite night to go if he could because no one got offended if he turned them down for a dance or anything else. And who knew, maybe he'd run into Dennis. He hadn't seen the other man in quite some time, and enjoyed his company. He thought he might be something of a regular at Wingbeats, or as much of a regular as his schedule would allow.

Once in the club, he made his way to the bar to order a non-alcoholic drink. Just because he was having a cheat night, and the League was on break, didn't mean he was going to cheat on everything. There was a good sized crowd, so he settled in to wait until the bartender or waitress was available to take his order. He didn't mind; he enjoyed watching the crowd.

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wolfinboots
2014-12-18 01:19 pm UTC (link)

Genie was finally settling into something resembling a routine, though it would take another couple weeks to really settle in firmly. Of course, it would help, as Devon kept telling her, if she'd finally at least send an owl to her blood family. Her alpha was irritated at her waffling on the matter, especially since it was very uncharacteristic of her. Genie tended to be overly decisive, rather than indecisive.

But since discovering Terry and the rest of her family were alive, she'd become very torn over it. On one hand there was sheer relief and happiness that they were okay, after she'd mourned them so long; on the other, there was a deep burning anger that her owls had never been returned, that she'd been outcast and left to fend for herself.

She'd semi-stalked Terry these last few weeks; gone to a couple of his games, hidden but lingered after a few practices. She wished she could make a decision, personally; it made her growly and unreasonable when she thought on it too much at home, and her packmates didn't like it. She didn't either, to be honest.

She pushed it out of her mind when she could, immersing herself in her various jobs and her brewing at home. Work at the club was especially nice, and she was glad to be here this week. She was a charismatic bartender, quick to smile and flirt and mix a drink or five, all without any fancy wandwork. She finished drawing a beer and nodded at the next customer she saw from the corner of her eye, calling a quick, "One sec," over her shoulder. She turned, slid the beer down the bar with a saucy wink, and turned to the next customer.

Genie promptly blanched as pale as her skin allowed, gripping the bar hard. "Um." Shit shit shit shit. Maybe he wouldn't recognize her? After all, she was older, didn't wear her hair in braids anymore, and...

Ah, shit shit shit shit shit. The wolf growled in her head, bristling at the uncertainty.

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