lincolnmoon (lincolnmoon) wrote in quidditchplay, @ 2011-12-12 17:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! december, chris flint, lincoln moon |
Who: Lincoln and Chris
When: Monday Evening
Where: The Snitch
What: Random Interaction
Rating: TBA
Status: Incomplete!
Lincoln was relatively bored, which for him was odd. He could make washing dishes fun. Currently, however, he was at the Snitch with hardly anyone to talk to or serve. Those who had come in had taken their drinks and retreated to one of the many tables littering the Pub. He supposed he really shouldn't be surprised. It was a Monday, after all, which were usually quiet. He hated Mondays.
Having grown bored of leaning against the counter, his elbow resting on the smooth surface and his chin resting on the palm of his hand, Lincoln straightened and grabbed a clean clothe from beneath the bar and started shinning up the glasses for the seventh time that day. They couldn't be too clean.