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Christopher Summers (chrisss) wrote in finnigans_rpg,
@ 2015-03-06 13:32:00

Entry tags:

character: charlie weasley, character: chris summers

RP: Wingbeat Friday Night
Who: Chris + OPEN
What: It's Friday night and Chris has been working all week - he's ready for a break.
Where: Wingbeat
When: March 6, 2005
Rating: SFW (I'd assume)

The dance floor was packed at midnight. Chris was content to stand in the middle of it, swaying with a glass of bourbon on the rocks in hand, crushed just a little bit by the crowd around him. There was a group of girls to his left who were clearly celebrating an engagement, one of them wearing a crown and sash, and a group of guys to his right trying to figure out the best way to get in good with the girls to his left. None of the guys were dancing. Chris thought to himself that the best way might be to, you know, dance.

The drink he had was his third. Nights like this - after a long, rough week - Chris missed the American west. When he'd been in Arizona and New Mexico with his parents (before they'd moved south to build homes in Mexico), he'd spend a night relaxing with a full bottle in the middle of nowhere. He'd take himself out to the desert with a really good warming charm and a wireless and just let himself get lost, alone, wandering. In the morning - or whenever he felt like it before then - he'd simply apparate home. The joy of not needed to know where you are in order to get where you need to be.

But in London - as in Boston - you didn't have space like that, and it wasn't like he could just floo to the desert. So he'd done the next best thing and gotten a couple of drinks into himself and hit the dance floor, letting his stress roll out of his tense muscles as he shook them and gyrated his hips by himself on the floor.

Soon, though, the jabbering of the boys next to him broke through his haze and he moved away from the dance floor to a small table not far from the bar. There, he set down his glass after draining it and sent a friendly wave to a server for another drink.

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hopalongcharlie
2015-03-07 02:40 pm UTC (link)

The evening had started out a little quieter than usual but half an hour in and Charlie could tell it was going to be packed all night. He hadn't been scheduled for more than floating for the evening but he had soon stepped behind the bar, slipping easily enough into the role.

He was finishing up an order of cocktails complete with magical flames for a group of mostly witches who clearly weren't long out of Hogwarts when he saw the man come and sit not far from the bar, trying to catch the eye of the woman who was currently out collecting glasses. She walked over and pointed him towards the bar, obviously explaining they didn't do table service on regular nights. He took a stack of galleons and assorted smaller change from the girl who had had several of the group's money shoved into her hands. Counting quickly he nodded his thanks when she waved off the change. He dumped the stray sickles and knuts into the tip jar instead.

He moved off to the gap in the bar where the man had been directed and raised his eyebrows at him. "What can I get you?" he asked, not bothering to raise his voice too much. That was the usual first question when behind the bar.

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chrisss
2015-03-09 02:36 am UTC (link)

Chris returned a raised eyebrow and cocked his head toward the staff witch, "Sorry about that, don't mean to piss off the staff assuming anything." Looking back to Charlie he said, "But thanks, I'll have another Bulleit on the rocks, name's Chris Summers." The wizard looked so familiar Chris felt like he might hit himself right in his face for not being able to place him, but the redhead's name completely alluded him.

Either way, he knew the bartender wouldn't recognize him, being as he'd been gone so long, so maybe he shouldn't feel so bad.

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hopalongcharlie
2015-03-09 11:29 pm UTC (link)

Charlie shrugged. "You weren't an arsehole about it, so it's fine." It was amazing how many people thought they could treat the bar staff like shit because of their job. It wasn't actually a completely significant number, but still enough that it pissed him off. "Coming up!" he said, grabbing a glass and the bottle.

"I'm Charlie Weasley," he said half a minute later, setting the drink down in front of Chris. "Hope you're enjoying my club." He didn't really recognise the man, but then again he saw so many people come through the club that people didn't stick too well. Plus if he knew him at school he certainly wouldn't remember him well any more unless he was a good friend. He told Chris the price of his drink and cocked his head when one of the other staff yelled 'Charlie, can I go for my break?' from a couple of feet behind him. Glancing out from the bar he noted a sudden rush towards the dancefloor and knew there would be a lull at the bar. "Sure!" he yelled back, holding up his hand in acknowledgement.

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