WHO: Harry Dresden and Parnell Jugson WHAT: Is this a date? WHEN: Sunday Evening (bit of a backdate) WHERE: Mitchell’s pub WARNINGS: Who knows STATUS: Closed/Ongoing
Harry wasn't even sure he could remember the last time he'd done something like this, he hadn't even meant to, it had just happened. A girl, and that was all he could think, had called him cute and then...this had somehow happened.
He was sat here in Mitchell's pub with a beer in his hand waiting for Parnell, who seemed likely to aim to shout at him and make him blush. This wasn't his style, but then he couldn't let her into his apartment either, because she seemed to be a woman who got what she wanted, no matter if the other party wanted it or not.