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Tweak says, "Shake it off, shake it off"

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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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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