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Tweak says, "Won't you be my neighbor?"

adipucey (adipucey) wrote in finnigans_rpg,
@ 2014-08-19 15:27:00

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character: adrian pucey, character: blaise zabini, status: complete

RP: Sometimes you need a strong drink & sympathetic ear
Who: Adrian & Blaise
What: Adrian needs to brood, he's invited Blaise to join him.
Where: Finnigan's Common Room (bar)
When: Half six; Tuesday
Rating: I would assume... NSFW - Language

Adrian sat at the bar after a day of potions prep - going over all his cauldrons and such to be sure they were ready for his next batch. Waiting for Blaise, he ordered a firewhiskey (a double, of course) and scanned the crowd. He wasn't sure why he felt the need to see his old friend and to hopefully meet someone gorgeous and single, but he was in a mood for it and so here it was.

He'd even cleaned up a bit in a white button up and dark jeans, his hair in place for once.

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dark_blaise
2014-09-02 01:17 pm UTC (link)

Blaise didn't know how these things would be used but he could definitely see how they were going to come in handy. Not only would people be able to know what was going on, they would be able to contact one another more quickly than they ever could by owl.

Blaise knew he could have one more but that would be his limit for the night so he joined Adrian in another drink. "I'm sure it will be alright. Everyone needs a night off every once in awhile." Blaise had most evenings off unless he was out of town for a tournament. Then again it was mostly schmoozing players, judges, and fellow directors.

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adipucey
2014-09-04 05:42 pm UTC (link)

Adrian nodded, agreeing with Blaise's sentiment. "That's true," he stood, "but I should still head up." His flat wasn't far from the pub, thankfully.

"Thank you, though, for meeting up. Coffee soon? It's been a while," he gave Blaise a half-smirk, his heart not in it, suddenly just feeling tired and a bit listless. He had to figure out what was going on in his own head, and soon. Adrian put down plenty of money for their drinks and the tip - Blaise shouldn't have to pay for listening to his maudlin crap, after all.

With another half nod and smirk and a clapped hand to Blaise's shoulder, he turned to leave, going home to go straight to bed and hope he didn't have to use some of his own stock of hangover potion in the morning. Bourbon could pack a kick if he let it.

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