Who: Ronnie and Wayne What: Training and flirting, I presume Where: The bar When: Tuesday Night Rating/Status: TBD, incomplete
Ronnie closed her journal and quickly put her hair up in a ponytail. She had taken to reading any book she could find in Wayne's place. Eventually she would have to wonder into town and get more, but there were still a few that she hadn't touched yet. It helped take her mind off stuff. Like wondering if she was ruining her friendship with Wayne (she didn't think she was, but she couldn't help the thought), or those pesky little thoughts about Azkaban when she felt the walls of Wayne's room closing in around her until they were the size of her old cell...That had happened a couple times, and she just curled into Wayne, using his body to remind her she wasn't there. But he was working right now, so reading it was.
But! Now, he was offering her another distraction, and she was grateful. Ronnie skipped the last step towards the bar, landing lightly. She waved at a couple of the waitresses as she made her way over to the bar, her eyes darting around quickly to be safe. When her eyes landed on Wayne, her small smile turned into a smirk, "Alright, teach. Let's get to learning!" She couldn't help but let out a small chuckle, "I don't know what the hell I just said. Sorry," her cheeks flushed and she shrugged, taking in the sight of all the bottles around them, immediately trying to memorize their places.