Scud would rather be a pet than cattle (scud_like_stud) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-10-22 21:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, joshua frohmeyer (scud), pansy malfoy |
Who: Scud + Pansy Malfoy
When: 10/21
Where: A bar
What: Drinking, chatting
Rating/Warning: Low, some swearings
Status: Complete
Pansy wasn’t old enough to be in a bar. Not old enough by far. But she had friends, she had connections, and she had a magic wand to stupefy people and create false identification that could pass by the keenest id checker. She was at the bar, slowly nursing a rum and diet coke, thinking about everything that’d happened to her recently. Boy, she had some shit luck in love. And in life, apparently. She still hadn’t gone to see her birth mother.
Scud was quite old enough to be in a bar, and had been for a good number of years now. He didn’t go out as often as he used to -- he hung out with Lo a lot more, stayed in watching bad tv and reading comics -- but he still got the itch sometimes and saw no reason not to.
Being a fairly social creature, he couldn’t help but sit next to the lonely looking girl at the bar, holding a glass of dark looking ale and smiling half lopsidedly. “Hey,” he greeted, half flirtatious, because that was just how he was. “Is it the end of th’ world?”
Pansy really hadn’t been expecting someone to sit next to her and start flirting. Even half-way. She blinked and turned to face him, looking a little surprised, a little confused. “...what?” She asked. Okay, not the best response to his question, but that’s what came out of her mouth.
Which was fair, he thought. He said a lot of things without thinking. In fact, he made a pretty good habit of it most of the time. “End of th’ world,” he repeated, slouching low enough in his chair where he could rest his knees up against the bar. “You look kinda sad, s’all.”
“Oh. Um. No.” Pansy said, shaking her head. “It’s really not the end of the world. Just… reflecting. Life’s shitty sometimes.” She said, frowning into her glass. “...but we keep on living it. I guess we must be masochists or something.”
“Some of us are,” Scud agreed with a little nod that was a little too happy. Which was probably oversharing, but whatever. Some guys were into that. He paused though, took a drink of his beer. “I don’t think keepin’ on keepin’ on really counts as masochism, though, lady.”
If there was more to his grin than friendliness, or some sort of understanding he was trying to convey, Pansy missed it. She simply assumed he was agreeing with her. And then she shrugged one shoulder. “Maybe not. Sometimes it feels like it, though. At least we’ve got…” She lifted her glass as if in a toast, and then gulped it down, finishing the last of it in one go.
“There’s always that,” Scud agreed, taking a long pull off his drink. “Need another?” He was waving down the bartender before she even had time to agree. Really, Scud was just good like that.
“Yes, please.” Pansy said, then gave the bartender a smile when he wandered over. She’d let the friendly order for her. Hell, she’d even let him pay.
Scud didn’t mind paying. He so rarely did it for himself lately that it was really no huge concern. “Right-o,” he said, gesturing to the bartender for two of the same. “Scud. By the way.” He said to Pansy, offering another crooked grin.
“Pansy,” she responded, breaking into a little smirk. “Pansy Malfoy.” And she watched carefully to see if her last name triggered anything. So many people had heard of the Malfoys, even though they weren’t quite celebrity status.
It didn’t. But then, Scud’s idea of knowing even vague pop culture was quoting Batman comic books, so possibly he just wasn’t in the right crowd for it. “Cool. Cool name, P.” So cool, in fact, that he shortened it immediately. His smile was lopsided and lazy, but honest.
Pansy simply grinned. Then lifted her glass, clinked it against his, and gulped from it. Tonight wasn’t turning out so bad, all things considered.