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Finbar Quigley (_finbar_) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Finbar drank from his tumbler as he chuckled at a comment from the bartender, when a familiar voice that he couldn’t immediately place drew his attention. Turning to greet the witch in question he found himself very easily recognizing her. “Rachel!” he smiled and leaned in to greet her with a polite kiss to the cheek. He still hadn’t figured out exactly why it was that she had been at his niece’s book release, but the beautiful witch had been a brilliant conversationalist whose company he had enjoyed.

“You look great,” he complimented her, not finding it odd that she was wearing the exact same outfit; not everybody were privileged enough to be in a position where they could acquire new clothes every time they went out. There was one thing, though; “What’s a nice witch like you doing in a place like this?” He glanced over her shoulder. So far there had been no Marietta, and it didn’t look like anybody was about to enter the place, so he had time to catch up with Rachel.