Who: Wayne Hopkins and Ginny Weasley When: Saturaday, June, 15th 2002 - 8 pm Where: The Riverside Tavern - Wayne's Pub What: A visit from down yonder Rating: TBA Status: Closed // In Progress
It had been one of those nights that Wayne loved to have. After dinner, he'd walked the short walk to the Riverside Tavern and had leisurely prepared to open for business. The tables were clean, the bar was stocked, the front light was on and there was nothing blocking the entrances. The very last thing he wanted was for some poor soul to trip and crack his skull on the limestone.
Business had been relatively slow, but there had been a steady trickle of regulars to keep him busy. That's what Wayne enjoyed most about the small town. Everyone knew everyone else and working in such an environment allowed you to connect with your customers. They weren't simply individuals to make money off of, they were friends, people you'd help out in a heartbeat if they needed it. That was the benefit of small, close knit communities. It was more like a family then anything else.
"My mother once told me that when I was born, The day that I first saw the light, I looked down the street on that very first morn, And gave a great crow of delight. Now most newborn babies appear in a huff, And start with a sorrowful squall, But I knew I was born in Ballyjamesduff And that's why I smiled on them all."
Wayne chuckled, raising his eyes from the glasses he was cleaning to meet the twinkling eyes of one of his favourite regulars. "Now, Roger, don't make me call your wife." he teased, setting the glass down and going to remove the empty bottles from in front of the old man.
"What are you talking about, my boy. I always behave. I'm the best behaved customer in this bar."
"Is that so? I do recall a time when poor Hector had to push you home in a wheelbarrow. I don't think you were behaving that night."
The old man slapped a hand over his heart. "You wound me!"
Grabbing another bottle of ale from beneath the counter, he removed the cap and slid it across to the elderly man. "Last one on the house. If you're not home at a reasonable hour Berdita will have my head."
"She's a lovely women."
Roger chuckled, as he picked up his towel and returned to cleaning the used glasses.