vexxed (vexxed) wrote in snitchers, @ 2017-09-16 21:57:00 |
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Myron made his way to the bar with some difficulty. The crowd in the Leaky Cauldron seemed almost like it was trying to get in his way. People would glance at him and return to their conversations without a glimmer of recognition or even the slightest attempt to make way for him. Myron was practically snarling with frustration when he finally got to the front, only to be ignored over and over again by the bartender who seemed determined to serve everyone but him. He didn't even seem to see him. His gaze slid over Myron like he wasn't even there. "EXCUSE ME!" He yelled, but it had no effect. No one seemed to notice him speak at all. The conversation around him didn't even stutter. A woman slid up next to him and it seemed like almost immediately she a fresh drink in her hand. He hadn't even seen her be served. Well, apparently the staff preferred serving beautiful women. So be it. Myron could flirt his way into getting some well deserved attention. "Pretty busy tonight. I don't usually come out to such public places, but it's easy to disappear into the crowd this thick," He remarked, offering the girl a winning smile. She turned and for the first time all evening, Myron felt acknowledged. Only there was something awful about her stare. It wasn't malicious or angry or disgusted. She just looked blank and confused. There was a sinking feeling in his stomach. "Sorry, do I know you?" She asked, backing away just a step. Myron's mouth almost dropped open. He regained his composure and shrugged, as if it didn't bother him, "You might've heard of me. I'm lead singer of the Weird Sisters. Myron Wagtail. Nice to meet you." The sinking feeling grew, and Myron felt nausea creeping up inside him as she shook her head in reply, "Sorry. Never heard of you." "Not from around here huh?" He offered, searching for a reason for her ignorance but she shook her head again. "Oh no, I was born in London. Lived here my whole life. I've just never heard of you or the.. did you say Weird Sisters?" This was a joke. This was definitely a joke. Myron forced a chuckle, but her expression didn't change. A couple of other people glanced over at them, but their glances were just as empty as the girl's. "What? How could you not? Look! My poster's right over there!" Myron exclaimed, getting a little desperate. He pointed at a poster he could have sworn was brand new when he'd arrived, but was now old and peeling, his face blurred and unrecognisable. He was getting distressed now. He grabbed the shoulder of the man standing next to him and made the same demand, only to be met with the same response. He tried again, and again. They hadn't noticed him before, but now he was making a scene, the crowd was beginning to part around him, forming a circle of confused and blank faces. "No," He heard the girl say behind him, and his stomach twisted into a knot. He knew what was coming. He knew. "I don't think anyone has any idea who you are-" |