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Jack Sloper ([info]jackisnimble) wrote in [info]wished,
@ 2010-09-08 13:55:00

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Entry tags:!2003: 09, jack sloper, morag mcdougal, sam capper

Who: Jack Sloper, Morag MacDougal and Sam Capper.
When: September 8th. Evening.
Where: Martini's Night Club.
What: Not just shenanigans... Crazy shenanigans!
Rating: PG for swearing?
Status: Incomplete/Closed to those three.




Jack was full of energy (well, when was he not) as he bounded out the door, saying goodbye to his best friend and his sister as he headed out for a night out with two of his favourite girls, Sam and Morag. His potential band mates, and they were closer to a name than ever... maybe.

He had a grin on his face as he went outside, dressed in a black pin stripped vest over a gray t-shirt and pin stripped, slightly baggy trousers as well. His hair was wild and all over the place, and not tamed into any semblance of anything close to 'style'. In other words, he looked typically like Jack.

He Apparated to Memorial Park, figuring that was the place where he was least likely to land on someone (never fun, especially if it was an older woman who wanted to hit you with her purse) and then ambled on down through Memorial Alley to Diagon Alley, and down to Martini's Night Club. Which seemed a good place to start for shenanigans of the crazy variety, because alcohol was often (but not always!) needed for such things.

Glancing around the dimly lit interior, he didn't see either of the girls (he figured they'd come together) and so he grabbed a table for three, and slid into a chair, ordering a Witches Brew to begin. He liked girly drinks. So sue him! Soon enough the swirly green drink was presented to him, and he sipped at it as he waited.



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[info]jackisnimble
2010-09-09 01:07 pm UTC (link)
Jack's face lit up in a grin when he saw Morag, and he gave a little wave as she came closer. And then made a face and stuck his tongue out at her in a very mature way when she sat down.

"It's an awesome drink," he said, taking another swig of it. "It tastes like green." He wasn't sure what it tasted like, exactly, except really good. And he wasn't about to let girls have all the fun with the delicious tasting drinks!

"How're you Mor?" he asked as he set the drink down, his fingers staying curled around the glass.

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[info]six_string
2010-09-09 04:19 pm UTC (link)
Sam had spent the better part of her afternoon in Diagon Alley with her brother, filching biscuits every time he turned around. She'd Apparated home and gotten as settled as getting herself a glass of water when she saw Morag's note. Scrawling her own beside it, for Ginny whenever she got home, she dashed upstairs and changed out of her lightly floured jeans and paused long enough to check the mirror, trade her patch for a scarf and grab her purse before she Disapparated.

Martini's was not her normal haunt. She tended toward the comfortable casual nature of like the Leaky Cauldron over the Alley's offerings of Underground and Martini's. She would have been a complete stranger if she hadn't been in a few times to see Morag play. Plus, it saved her from the possibility of running into Parkinson, a fact she always cherished. "I'd ask what Green tastes like," she said, claiming the seat across from them. "But you'd just make me try that thing. That's not happening."

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