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hopalongcharlie (hopalongcharlie) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

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.