Who: Demelza and Daphne
Where: Bar in London
What: Dem and Daph commiserate about not being able to do anything.
Rating: PG? PG-13?
Demelza hunched over a little more, brooding in the dark corner of 11Oak, the newest, chicest bar in London. Cupping her vodka and tonic grimly, she took another rather unladylike slurp, not really caring how she looked any more. Her magic was gone, for Merlin's sake, so why should other bothersome things like her appearance matter?
However, in her designer leather jacket
and slim black pants, she was looking quite pulled together, and couldn't help priding herself on the little things that she did do for herself... even in the midst of such a crisis.
Someone slid casually into the bar seat next to her, and without even looking up, she knew who it was. "Hi, darling," she said quietly, draining her drink and motioning to the bartender for another.