Liir (son_of_a_) wrote in otherways, @ 2008-07-18 13:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | liir thropp |
at the counter - afternoon
He'd come in fresh from the Ministry, desperately in need of a drink.
The counter was cool and refreshing under his hands as he leaned against the wood, glad to finally be touching something untouched by dark sorceries. Well, at least he couldn't feel any. Just the familiar hum of the bar and the memory of a dozen dozen drinks, a dozen dozen smiling faces and tired faces and gimme a double of something you wouldn't give to your worst enemy.
The usual.
Wand safely away and broom in it's own holster, Liir settled at the bar and asked for something sweet, fizzy, and utterly non-alcholic.