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FROBISHER, vicky (refrobished) wrote in unexpectedrpg,
@ 2008-06-28 15:35:00

Entry tags:

miles bletchley, victoria frobisher

WHO: Vicky and Miles
WHERE: The Golden Snitch (or leaving it, at least)
WHEN: Evening sometime
RATING: We'll see!
STATUS: Closed/incomplete

Vicky was finally off of her shift. As much as she loved her job, they did over work her a bit and it wasn't like she was able to actually play Quidditch. Sure, she loved the game and would have liked to play it professionally, but her job didn't allow her to do so, so instead, she just opted to walk around a pub with short shorts on and serve alcohol to other Quidditch fanatics. Sighing as she grabbed her bag off the hook, she tossed it over her shoulder and let her hair down, smiling at her manager as she slipped out of the back room. It was good to finally be able to go home.

Now she felt the need to rush. The sooner she got back to her flat, the sooner she could nap. She eased her way around a crowd at the bar, shouting at the current Quidditch game they were watching. As much as she wanted to join in like she normally did, she didn't have the energy. A nap. That's what she had the energy for. A nap. On her way out, she was rummaging through her bag for something and as she pushed the door open, she bumped into someone, though was way too into whatever she was looking for to care. Once she found it, she looked up and narrowed her eyes slightly. "Watch it," she muttered as she slipped past him, a leer still on her face. Normally she would have apologized profusely, but her sleep was much more important.

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refrobished
2008-06-30 01:36 pm UTC (link)

"And why is that?" She questioned coyly, taking another sip of her drink. He was too charming for her to resist. Probably a player, a girl in every city he's ever played in, surely. Most Quidditch players were like that, she knew that much. But that wouldn't stop her from having her fun. Vicky never really cared to be another notch in the bed post, but that didn't bother her much if the bloke was attractive, and he definitely was.

When he mentioned tryouts later in the month, she perked her brows. She couldn't get too interested in that. Her job was fine and traveling meant she'd be away from her friends and family. But that also meant she could possibly be far away from that marriage thing. "Why don't we discuss that someplace else?" she suggested, pushing her hair behind her ear and smirking. "Less noise, perhaps."

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