Tracey Davis (mad_tracey) wrote in itsmadness, @ 2008-10-28 17:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | char: tracey davis, location: diagon alley |
WHO: Tracey Davis (Open)
WHEN: Tuesday night
WHERE: Nightclub/lounge off of Diagon Alley
WHAT: tbd
STATUS: open, incomplete
"And then, you know-"
Oh, there was a person speaking to her. Tracey looked up from her drink, fingers ceasing their idle motion of stirring her straw around and around inside the shallow glass. Looking over at the man sitting next to her, she couldn't quite decide why she had struck up a conversation with him in the first place. It wasn't as if it would go anywhere. He wasn't that attractive, for starters. More importantly (and yes, there were things more important to Tracey than looks), he rambled on about things she had no interest in. Wasn't the point of a conversation to... well, converse? Listening to him prattle on about his marketing firm was hardly something she had envisioned herself doing tonight.
"What was your name again?" Tracey was aware that she was interrupting what was bound to be a thrilling and exciting story (sarcasm intended), but it would be rude to say her goodbyes without even a name to tack onto the ending. It would be so impersonal, no?
He answered, and she had to work to keep a short, harsh laugh from escaping her mouth. John. A boring name for a boring bloke, and wasn't that just the fur on the Kneazle?
"Well, John," she began, sliding off the chair and making a move to adjust the hemline of her dress before she picked up her drink, "it's been a pleasure chatting with you-" it most certainly had not "-but I must be on my way." He looked affronted, but Tracey hardly cared. Even as his mouth opened, she was turning her back on him, body melting into the crowds of the club until she was no more distinguishable from any other pretty brunette. Perhaps it was time to call it a night. Her luck appeared to have run out for the evening.