RP: Making bets
Who: Cooper & Ginny (with hints of Hyperion) What: Settling a Bet When: June 9th Where: Pub in Ireland Warnings: TBD
Cooper had gotten a job at the Leaky just the day before. He was thrilled to be offered the spot and couldn’t wait to start on Monday. He had made the mistake of mentioning this to his buddy over the phone, before he really knew what was happening he was in his friend’s magical pub that was set up much the same as a 1920’s speakeasy, you had to know the password to get in and only magical folk could find that. It was warded to keep out muggles, so the few times that Coop had brought Addi, she had had to wear her necklace that got her around such things. One of the only muggles allowed in the little pub.
It had started as a joke, Coop behind the bar. Then it had somehow turned into a bet, who would get more tips? The hot Irish rogue or the buff former Quidditch star, Coop hadn’t been able to resist. Hype was going to be judge, he was the only one out of the three friends with a significant other. Coop didn’t hesitate before he climbed behind the bar and started serving drinks. He couldn’t do anything fancy but he could at least pour a good beer and had a neat trick for opening the bottles with his belt buckle, a trick he had picked up his first few years playing Quidditch. It was apparently a hit with the ladies, and a few wizards that he was sure had given him the eye.
Coop had recently shaved for the interview, since he knew that Gen loved his beard he had decided to keep his face clean shaven. If she could be with the meathead, he could find someone else too and he wanted someone that wasn’t attracted to his scruff. Since the night had started out as just three friends celebrating his new job, Coop hadn’t dressed up. He was in just a pair of muggle jeans and a black cotton shirt that hugged his chest and arms just so.
He saw the red head that sat down on that border of the bar, between the two men serving drinks and she was fair game. Coop glanced over at the other man before he stepped up to her, flashing her a smile. “What can I get for you? The drink of the night seems to be the hippogriff bottled ale.” Yes, he was purposely suggesting the one thing he knew he couldn't screw up.