Tracey Davis (charmedtracey) wrote in impetuousrpg, @ 2011-12-12 07:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | char: marcus flint, char: tracey davis |
Who: Tracey and Marcus
When: Monday Night
Where: Leaky
What: Drinking, Bullshitting, Etc.
Rating: Language
Status: In progress
Tracey Davis was a tiny woman, but that didn't mean she couldn't hold her own when it came to a bottle of whiskey. After all, she'd been taught how to drink by Clint and he was a brilliant fucking teacher. He'd always be able to drink her under the table, but Tracey knew she held on longer than any of the witches she knew.
She didn't bother to change after work and her Ministry robes were slung over a chair. Tracey waited for Marcus, her feet propped up on an empty table while she picked at the dark red nailpolish lingering on her short nails. Her dark hair hid most of her face and Tracey noted with a pleased smirk that people scooted around her rather than crossing in front of her.
Life had sucked recently, but Tracey wasn't going to curl up in a ball and cry herself to death. She'd been spending hours at work and while she felt okay, the truth was she was lonely. She needed to see someone who actually wanted to see her. Or could at least fake it well enough to make for an enjoyable evening. Plus, the nice thing about Marcus was he felt like her cousin and she never had to worry about him trying to get into her knickers. Thank Salazar for that.