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Pandora Montgomery (pandacharms) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Dora watched him as he took off his jacket, her head tilted slightly to one side. She still remembered what he looked like without a shirt, from that day in the spa. She tugged her eyes back up to his lips, reading them as much as listening to him in the noise of the bar. "Hmm. Bigots spitting in m'coffee." She shrugged, speaking matter-of-factly as if it happened every day. At one point, it practically had. "Clients complaining at work. My brother being a right arse. Take yer pick, my week sucked."

She grinned, reaching out to tweak his scarf and play with one end. For a pureblood, she was relatively affectionate, even in public and with people who weren't necessarily her closest friends. However, with alcohol in her, she might not be huggy-lovey with the world but it definitely had an effect. "And here I was gonna offer to buy ye a round," she said. "Y'beat me to it." She liked his smile; it was bright and sharp, and she liked bright sharp things. "So what brings ye t'the bar?" she asked after she'd emptied her original glass.