ron weasley. (honestlyronald) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-05-05 23:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | dawn summers, ron weasley |
Who: Ron, Dawn, and open to whoever else wants to jump in.
What: The sidekicking non-heroic types demand booze!
When: Evening.
Where: At some random bar.
Rating: TBD.
Fingers running through his bright hair, Ron pulled the cell phone out from his pocket and flipped it open. A series of odd buttons stared back up at him and for a moment Ron considered just tossing it aside and making use of the door at the Hyperion. But, since Dawn had advised him on texting (what was that again?), Ron stared back down at the strange device and started punching in the numbers that he had written down. He knew how to make a decent call, so Ron went ahead and tried to do that instead. As soon as she picked up, Ron stated that he was waiting outside and pocketed his phone again. Arms folding over his chest, the tall ginger did his best to wait patiently as he looked off toward the entrance ahead of him.
It was a nice hotel. Still, it wasn't exactly much compared to the mansion he had been fortunate enough to find himself currently living in. It was funny how a bit of magic and a slight run in with a bald rich bloke could do that sort of thing. He didn't know where he'd be staying at if it weren't for Lex Luthor's help.