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Blaise Zabini (blaising_hot) wrote in vrrpg,
@ 2017-03-17 20:41:00

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!complete, char: blaise zabini, char: sidney harper, location: v-bar, time: 2009 03

Who: Blaise and ~~OPEN~~ Sidney Harper
When: March 17, evening
Where: [edited] V-Bar
What: Blaise is moping.
Warnings: Language, drinking, cutting someone with your tongue

Blaise was moping. He knew it. Part of him hadn't thought that Romi would actually quit, but she had. The other part of him had known she would, but he still didn't like it. Oh, don't get him wrong, he was also very proud of her, for improving her writing, for making this stride in her career.

But that didn't mean he had to like losing her or the fact that he was goign to have to replace her. He'd known Romilda for years, in school, when he was just working at the paper before he'd ever bought it. He'd miss having her be the birdie. She had a particularly adept at getting just the right tone, and as troublesome as her column could bend as many times as he'd had to have words with her about it, he'd still miss her. PErhaps especially because she knew where the lines were these days.

They'd not had particular plans for tonight -- he had the feeling that Kermit didn't want to go out, given the day it was and being Irish -- so Blaise had decided to go on out for a drink after work anyway. Maybe a few. It was as good of an excuse as any, and it wasn't as if he could tell anyone but Callie anything beyond the basic "one of my reporters quit today." This was a somewhat personal loss on top of professional.

So he didn't head home. He headed out. He was in the mood to be alone without being alone and so he went to a bar. Being St Patrick's day, he definitely wasn't alone. He'd have a few pints, maybe get a good buzz going before he headed home to finish unwinding.

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siddles
2017-03-18 10:33 am UTC (link)

Sid's day was going well. He had sent off his latest article to Witch Weekly and been sent a copy for his troubles. Well, Sidra had. The only person who was aware of his real identity on the magazine was the editor and for the money he got, he was happy to do it. But aside from that, he could do without his contacts knowing the truth. He wasn't shy about reading it in public, though, and leant against the bar with a drink beside him as he flicked through the copy to search for the Agony Aunt's column. It looked good was his only thoughts as he skimmed it.

The bloke next to him looked sad but pretty and Sid was never one to discriminate against sad people.

"Alright?" he asked, then made eye contact with the barman to say he'd have another and the man beside him would, too. He could pay with his own money for once and he would.

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blaising_hot
2017-03-19 11:02 pm UTC (link)

Blaise was pulled through his circle of sulking thoughts when someone came up, ordered, and then addressed him directly. It made his smile a bit distant, since his thoughts were still on Romilda and how much he would miss her biting wit and her presence at the Prophet. He'd known this was coming, but it was still really getting to him, probably much more than he'd expected it would.

He lifted a shoulder with negligent ease. "All right enough, I suppose," he replied, trying to shake his thoughts off for now. Perhaps he should have gone home and sulked as a cat. Theo would pet him if he went to him and he wouldn't have to pretend to do anything but cat. Maybe he'd do that when he got home.

"Yourself?" he asked politely after taking a long drag on his drink to ground him and get his mind back where it belonged, the here and now.

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siddles
2017-03-23 04:58 pm UTC (link)

"And here was me thinking you were looking glum enough to need a drink bought for you. Should I've saved my pennies?" Sid asked when the other told him he was alright. Still, when the pints arrived, he slid one over and kept the other for himself since there was being kind and being foolish. Sidney was no fool. He could act it, sure, but that was where it ended.

The more he looked at the man beside him, the more he recognised him. It was years back and they had probably never spoken more than two words together, but they had most definitely shared a common for almost the entirety of Sid's school life.

"Risking sounding creepy, but I know you. You were year above me in school."

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blaising_hot
2017-03-24 11:10 am UTC (link)

"That's up to you. Your choice," Blaise drawled. Man didn't have to spend money on him. But he didn't generally turn it down when people did, at least to an extent. "But thank you." Ever polite, Blaise, unless he was upset or wanted to cause trouble or piss ou off.

Blaise looked at him again and smirked faintly after taking a long drink. "Sidney Harper, yes. I recognize you," he said, for Blaise had a head for names and faces, which he'd always had, and helped him with the job he did. He didn't have any particularly good or bad memories of the fellow right off; there had been a few students he especially remembered beyond the basics but most of his school career had been spent trying to do well and, later, trying to make sure he and his close few managed to get through it all alive.

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siddles
2017-03-24 02:03 pm UTC (link)

"Well, at least I don't have to worry about seeming creepy anymore," he said, leaning back when the other man spouted his full name no less as though they'd been on intimate terms and actually done more than said a word or two in his whole life.

"Most just go for Sid," he said, since it was true. Only his parents had ever really called him Sidney and it wasn't as though they were around anymore. Even teachers had called him Sid. There was the occasional Siddles, of course, and Siddie, that was one Daph had gone for, but he tended to just... keep things casual wherever he could.

"What've you done with yourself since school, then?" he asked him with a glance over his way. The only thing he really remembered about him back then was that he'd hung around Draco a lot. And hadn't there been that odd relationship with the freckled bloke? There wasn't a lot there in Sid's memory, true, but he was interested now.

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blaising_hot
2017-03-25 01:11 am UTC (link)

Blaise lifted one shoulder negligently. "We shared the same common room for six years," he said pointedly. Blaise couldn't claim to know the name of every person he'd gone to Hogwarts with, but Sidney had been close to his year. Blaise had a keen mind for such things. He'd know pretty much anyone he'd shared a common room with, as well as a lot of people he'd gone to school with. Unless he knew a person very well or was trying to annoy the hell out of them, he didn't assume the right to anyone's nickname. "If that's what you answer to," he said.

He raised an eyebrow. While he knew he wasn't famous, he was just arrogant enough to figure someone close to his year in his house might actually know about some of his classmates. Most everyone knew that Blaise Zabini owned and ran the Daily Prophet, one of the biggest wizarding newspapers in the world, and deifnitely the paper of this region. "I own and run the Daily Prophet," he said as if it were obvious after draining a good portion of his glass, tempted to ask for some shots from the bartender next.

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siddles
2017-03-25 06:32 am UTC (link)

"Well, yeah, but that's no reason you should know my whole name," Sid said, but gave a smile all the same. Still, he tilted his head at that, when he told him all about his job as though that explained his whole life since they'd last met, as though the only thing he'd done was work.

"That's it then, is it?" he asked, leaning against the bar and rolling up his magazine so he could shove it into his jacket. "Since you left, you've been working and that's that," he said, not sure if he was really all there, if his question or implication got through well enough. "Can't say I buy the paper much," he said, and wasn't that true? The only time he ever encountered it was if someone had left it on a table somewhere or if it had been chucked in the bin. He didn't have disposable income the way others did. Hell, he didn't have any income at all.

"Are you married yet? Did you have kids? Get a dog? Do you go out drinking on weekdays 'cause you don't have that kind of thing yet?" he asked, then paused and gave something of a considering nod. "Or you do have those and want something different. What's got you looking miserable?"

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blaising_hot
2017-03-26 02:02 am UTC (link)

He raised his eyebrows. "It's only proper, and I was there when you were sorted," he said. "And it is your name, and we did, as I said, share a common room for six bloody years. Just because you don't bother to pay attention doesn't mean everyone around you is quite as clueless."

Blaise just stared at the man for a moment, lips compressing faintly. "Well, honestly. That's the answer you give to old classmates, since that's what you asked. What have I been doing. I've been running an internationally renowned paper. You didn't ask about my personal life." All right, he was getting a bit snotty, but justifiably so. This man was irritating him and who expected him to answer a litany of personal questions from a complete stranger.

"And I don't see how that's any of your business, if you haven't been paying attention to talk about your House mates then I see no need to spill my personal life to you now," he said. He lifted a finger, and then signed that he wanted two shots, and no, both were for himself, thank you very much.

"I've had a rather shitty day, I'll have you know, not that it's any of your bloody business. This doesn't mean I'm miserable." He had been on some ups and downs lately, but that wasn't any of this man's business.

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siddles
2017-03-26 05:04 pm UTC (link)

He'd hit a raw nerve here. That much was obvious. Sid put his hands up, showing, he thought, that he meant no offence.

"I didn't ask so you'd have a Welsh fit at me, mate," Sid said, leaning back again and picking up his pint, all at ease again as though Blaise hadn't all but blown up at him. Apparently, he was used to worse than this. Who could really blame them when he seemed to say the first thing to mind so often? Then again, he usually got away with it thanks to a little smile here and there, a joke or laugh.

"Sorry to hear you've had a bad day," he said rather than go at any of the other things. Really, he didn't get why it was a bad thing that he'd not spent his time since school snooping after the people who had been in his house, but there it was.

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blaising_hot
2017-03-26 11:24 pm UTC (link)

Blaise's eyebrows raised even farther at the audacity of this man to act -- and even say -- that he was throwing a fit. He hadn't raised his voice a single bit, he hadn't gestured sharply, or anything. "If you think that's a fit," he said with very deceptive mildness that would have proved, to his inner circle at least, that he was quickly getting quite angry, "then you should meet my sister, and I'll let her show you what a fit really is."

And because if he kept talking to this idiot, he was going to do exactly what Callie or several of his friends would do, and that was hex or punch him, Blaise instead stood, took his first shot and downed in it one smooth, graceful movement, and clicked it with quiet finality on the bar.

"And I'm so sorry to be rude and leave you here all alone," Blaise replied with blatant insincerity colouring his voice, entirely on purpose. He pulled a generous quanitity of coinage out of his pocket and made eye contact with the bartender as he set it down. It would cover his drinks, including the one Sid had bought, and also pretty much gave a tip of just as much as he was paying for alcohol. He tipped his head at the woman to indicate it was all hers. "Good day."

And with that he turned on his heel and stalked away, not bothering to even give the man another look.

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