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[Feb. 9th, 2008|11:14 pm] |
Who: Jack and Chel
Where: Wherever he said to meet him, course.
When: Ah some time this evening.
Warnings: Underage drinking (Jack doesn't know either so shhh. She turns 21 in a couple weeks!), probably swearing.
After indeed changing into some warmer clothing and leaving her Dad a note that she would be back some time probably the next day (no sense in drinking and hurrying back, ow, the agony) Chel hopped a portkey to end up about a block away from the address Jack had given her. She hurried down the street and opened the door, shoving the paper she had scribbled it on into her pocket as she glanced around. Her initial thought was to find a guy in a cowboy hat, she soon found she'd have to pick him out of a crowd. She didn't mind terribly tho, and she soon recognized his features, walking over with a friendly smile and a light skip in her step. "It's nice to finally meet you in person, Jack Twist." No sense in some lame and somewhat whitty little line to start off with. |
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