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hopalongcharlie (hopalongcharlie) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Charlie screwed his face up in distaste, he'd heard that phrase more than once, in more than one language. "I think Mum kind of hopes I'll still change my mind. I didn't tell her that once was enough to figure out that's fucking unlikely. Well, twice since I didn't want to rule men out." He shrugged easily. It turned out the guy he'd slept with was a good guy and they'd sort of become friends, which is why he'd ended up hanging out in the gay bar a lot and got a decent queer education. Well, a bit simplified and with some miscommunication at times because of the language barrier, but an education all the same. It was where he'd found the word for himself. Thankfully said friend had been understanding not dickish.

"I lost my favourite bartender back in January, she'd been with me since the start but she'd finished her apprenticeship and moved overseas." He missed Bobbi because he'd come to trust her, she had been one of his first hires and one that hadn't moved on or been fired within the first month or two. "I like the new staff though, and it's given everyone a bit more flexibility with their shifts." He offered the bag of nuts he was munching through to Stacey with an outstretched hand and raise of his eyebrows.

"I know that feeling from when I first got my job at the Reserve. I've always loved animals and dragons were the ultimate thing to me. Just these fucking huge deeply magical creatures that we sort of understand but we're still learning about. Muggles know about them but don't and it takes probably half a dozen fully trained wizards to do anything productive to one spell-wise but sometimes they'll let you near enough to touch them with no barrier and the rush you get is out of this world," he enthuses. Shit he misses that.