Angelina Johnson (![]() ![]() @ 2008-07-03 22:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | angelina johnson, george weasley, oliver wood, open, roger davies |
Who: Angelina Johnson, Open to Oliver Wood, Roger Davies/ anyone else who would be at the pub drinking away their troubles.
What: Drinking, pretending life isn't happening?
Where: Devils Lair
When: Wednesday June 19th, night time
Rating: E?
Status: Open/In Progress
She had come home from her match to find a letter sitting on the pillow of her bed. A very official, offensive looking letter that nearly made her pass out at the sight of it. She had glared at the letter for a good ten minutes, half debating just setting it on fire and claiming she never got it. When she did open it, she had no idea who the hell the person was. Her life was just getting better and better.
Alcohol was a must. And with alcohol came friends to share the joys of drunken bliss. She had contacted her friends, now she just needed the bar. She slipped on her shoes, and headed out the door. To her relief, her nosy neighbors were not in sight. She needed a night of mindless drinking, and no she did not care of the paparazzi decided to show up. The Ministry of Magic and effectively crushed her dreams for after she retired for Quidditch with one single letter, so she'd be damned if she didn't deserve a little fun.
The Devil's Lair was quite crowded that night, but she had no trouble getting in. Maybe it was because she was a girl with long legs in a short skirt, or maybe because she was semi-famous. Either way, she was inside, and making her way to the bar. Hopefully Oliver or Roger, and maybe even George would show up soon. She had promised the first round, which she fully intended on buying. But until they showed up, some firewhiskey was calling her name.