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gretchen watkins is the spice of life (swashbuckley) wrote in wished,
@ 2010-12-01 03:29:00

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!2003: 11, !incomplete, gretchen watkins, tracey davis

WHO: Gretchen Watkins & Tracey Davis
WHAT: Tracey needs a drink and Gretchen is a huge fan of alcohol
WHERE: Undgerground
WHEN: Tuesday night
WARNINGS/RATING/STATUS: Drinkin and cursin/PG13?/Ongoing

Adjusting her shirt, Gretchen ran her fingers through her hair as she made her way up the street towards the club. She didn't know why Tracey needed a drink and if she were honest, she didn't really care too much. She didn't make it a habit to ask others about their problems, she knew they'd tell her even if she begged them not to. But hopefully she could knock back a few drinks before the other woman spilled.

As she neared the club, she glanced around for Tracey, deliberately trying not to think about the last time she was here. Less than a week ago, when she'd been avoiding Trevor, a bloke she'd picked up had gotten a little too rough in the alley behind the club. She was a fan of casual sex and she certainly enjoyed when Trevor grabbed her and yanked her hair, but the man hadn't been Trevor. And when he'd shoved her up against the brick wall, ringing his fingers around her wrists and attempting to take her wand away, she'd felt a twinge of real fear, which had been quickly swallowed by anger. He'd underestimated her; most people did. She was wee and cute and unassuming, which worked in her favour because he hadn't seen it coming when she'd twisted in his grasp, pulled her hand loose and hexed him. He was likely still recovering, and was very lucky that someone had passed by the mouth of the alley as she stood over him, because she'd come entirely too close to just killing him.

She wouldn't have to worry about that tonight, however. Tonight was, well not about Tracey, but it certainly wasn't about Gretchen finding someone to shag her. She had that, she reminded herself, grinning widely at the thought, despite herself. She spotted Tracey, by the door and waved, crossing the Alley towards the other woman. "Alright?" she greeted.

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_tdavis
2010-12-01 06:00 pm UTC (link)

Tracey didn't spill about her life, and if she did, she'd like to think she had a couple friends nearer and dearer to her than Gretchen to do so. After all the woman was a sometimes business associate, and any acquaintanceship they shared seemed to be superficial in nature. Which suited Tracey fine. She knew all she needed to know about her. Gretchen wasn't a moron, and, as such, she didn't leave Tracey with the urge to kill herself while talking to her.

Being idiotic enough to egg on a Carrow, notwithstanding of course.

Still she could probably ask a couple of question on what she knew about Quidditch gambling before there was a lot of drinking.

"Perfect." She said a small smile tugging at the side of her mouth, as she opened the door to step inside. "How're you?"

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swashbuckley
2010-12-01 10:51 pm UTC (link)

"Really, really excellent." Gretchen grinned, widely, thinking of the events of the other night. It was certainly better than anything that had happened last week. She allowed Tracey to hold the door, sliding into the club. Being a Tuesday night, the club wasn't as bustling as it had been the last time she'd been there. That crowded enviromenf hadn't been what she was in the mood for though, so it suited her just fine.

She crossed the room, snagging two stools at the bar and ordering a fruity concoction she normally wouldn't think twice about drinking. "So what's going on?" she asked, hoping she knew Tracey as well as she thought and that the other woman's problem wasn't a personal one.

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_tdavis
2010-12-02 01:34 am UTC (link)

Tracey eyed the back of Gretchen's head warily as she followed through the door. She seemed to be in a good mood. Gretchen normally just seemed fairly no nonsense. Tracey pushed it out of her head instantly though.

She perched up on her own stool and ordered something hard. This was good. Busy enough that no one would really bother them, but not so busy it was impossible to have a conversation. "Just out of curiosity," she started not really easing her into the question she had to ask, "do you know anything about illegal Quidditch gambling, and I mean the players?" She asked discreetly.

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swashbuckley
2010-12-02 02:27 am UTC (link)

Arching an eyebrow, Gretchen took a long sip of her drink, deliberately taking her time responding. Where was Tracey going with this? The other woman knew that Gretch and Trev's work wasn't always above board, legally, and she'd always made it a point to not ask too many questions. "I'm aware of it," she said, after a moment, signalling the bartender and ordering a whiskey, her usual. "Theoretically, of course. Why?"

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