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Melinda Halliwell (newkindacharmed) wrote in spinningcompass,
@ 2013-11-27 20:53:00

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!open, ~melinda halliwell

Who: Melinda and OPEN
When: Wednesday, November 27th
Where: The Club
What: Doing a little pre-holiday drinking
Status/Update: Incomplete....OPEN/PG-13ish
Warnings: None

Melinda was in her apartment and just doing a lot of thinking. She had no family here and that kind of depressed her a little bit, especially during the holidays. She needed some downtime and really she didn't have to cook, but she still missed her family. Even though she was thankful for her health and being alive, it wasn't the same. So she put on a pair of jeans, a nice t-shirt, her high heeled boots and curled her hair and decided to go to the club and have a few drinks.

When she arrived, she sat on a stool with a bottle of whiskey and a shot glass. This was her poison of choice, and of course she had a glass of soda to mix it with as well. So she just sat there and drank. Hopefully she could drown her sorrows with whiskey.

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borrowed_finery
2013-11-28 06:32 pm UTC (link)

Razumikhin didn't celebrate Hanukkah or Thanksgiving, so he did feel a little bit like everyone was having some sort of party that he wasn't invited to. And truthfully, that wasn't much different to most days on the island. The language barrier made things difficult, and being so out of his own time- he didn't greatly understand English, never mind pop culture references.

But maybe that was part of his problem. Maybe he didn't put himself out there enough, out of fear of looking like a moron. So, although at first he simply grabbed a glass and a bottle of vodka, preparing to sit on his own and read or something- when he saw the woman sitting there, he told himself to be sociable.

"Hello, Miss," he greeted her, slipping onto a stool of his own. "You are alone? Wanting of company?" he asked, not wanted to intrude if she wanted to be left to her thoughts.

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newkindacharmed
2013-11-30 06:23 pm UTC (link)

Melinda was sitting there, drinking her shots and chugging a few beers. Its what she was known to do when she was lonely, or even perhaps a tad bit depressed. Pouring herself another shot, she tipped back the shot glass and then put it down. This was the time of year that she was supposed to spend with her family. Her mom would be cooking an amazing turkey, while she would help with the sides. Her other family members would be gathered around and they would be sitting and laughing.

Here, it was a lot different. Yes, she has met a few people here that were nice and everything. But she missed her home back in San Francisco and she missed all her friends and magic school. This holiday made her think about everything.

Sipping some more of her beer, she looked at the man that had sat down in a bar stool near her. "Hey." She greeted him with a smile. "Yes I am alone and sure, why not. Pop a squat.....and your name is?" She asked.

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borrowed_finery
2013-11-30 09:17 pm UTC (link)

"Pop a squat?" he asked in confusion, even as he did just that, taking a seat and pouring a tall glass of vodka. He usually would have had some tea with it, but that didn't seem to be commonplace in bars around here. Most strange.

"Ah, yes. I am Dmitri Prokofych Razumikhin," he introduced himself in his usual, formal Russian manner. And then he smiled as he recalled how everyone here seemed to go by one short name only. "Well, just Dmitri will do, I think. And you?" he asked of her.

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newkindacharmed
2013-12-04 02:43 am UTC (link)

"Sorry, I'm so used to saying that. It basically means to please sit down." She gave him a nice smile. "I have two older brothers who talk like that and a lot of my guy friends back home would say that as well, so it just kind of stuck." She said as she took a swig of her beer. She was really feeling the effects of the alcohol, but she didn't care.

"Its nice to meet you Dmitri. Where are you from originally?" Because his name sounded really difficult to pronounce. "I'm Melinda Halliwell." She said introducing her own self.

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borrowed_finery
2013-12-04 02:49 pm UTC (link)

"No, don't be sorry. I am learning many new phrases of English here," he told her with an enthusiastic smile. He'd spent a lot of time at home translating academic papers to and from English, but the terms there were nothing like the slang he was picking up now. "Pop a squat- I will remember," he nodded.

"I'm from St. Petersburg. Russia," he explained, a fact which was probably emphasised by him drinking vodka as if it were water. "Nice to meet you, too, Melinda Halliwell," he told her. "And you? America?" he asked of her.

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