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Dec 31, 2020 16:57:45 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Dec 31, 2020 16:57:45 GMT -7
NEW YEARS EVE, 2025 THE MUSIC BLARED LOUDLY AND UNFAMILIAR. Festivities leaving tables sticky and people yelling to be heard over one and other. It wasn't Tia's scene. It was, however, Mina's. Tia hadn't seen many familiar faces since she had returned from France. Maybe she was feeling a little lonely, but she wasn't about to admit that. Her training didn't start again until after New Years so there was nothing to distract Tia from her own company. It had led Tia to reach out to Mina, which had led her to a pub on New Years Eve.
"Why is everything so sticky?!" Tia exclaimed when she slumped in to the chair opposite to Mina. Tia had been early, of course, but she hadn't gotten a table. It meant she'd hovered at the bar for fifteen minutes until Mina had turned up. Mina had been in the pub for two seconds and Tia had watched her procure a table with a practised kind of ease and hustle. She'd followed her to the seat opposite soon after, a glass of firewhiskey in each hand. One she offered to Mina, the other she took a large sip from, the burn searing the skin of her throat as it went down. "You're late." She said simply, her lips tingling.
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last online May 9, 2024 19:16:40 GMT -7
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Feb 15, 2021 19:59:41 GMT -7
Post by mina pandora oliveira on Feb 15, 2021 19:59:41 GMT -7
▲ Thank Merlin the bookstore was finally devoid of customers and locked up for the year. Mina had complained for the last few years to the owner that they needed to have earlier hours on New Year’s Eve, but they insisted that they had to be open today since New Year’s Day was a closed day. The problem here, though, was that the owner was never in on Eve anyways. Always more preoccupied with the swanky party that most of the storeowners of Diagon and the adjacent shopping alleys attended. They didn’t understand that only a couple people ever came in, and it was almost certainly always right before closing. Because who wouldn’t want to peruse a bookstore on New Year’s Eve to kill time before going to the first party of the night? Flourish & Blotts was almost exclusively the only shop in Diagon that was still open at this hour, the other ones being shut down by noon at the very least. It was disheartening, especially because she had the following day off, but couldn’t get any relaxation in between work and her absolutely necessary drinking that was about to occur. So at eight o’clock sharp, the last customer was shooed out of the store and the door was immediately locked behind them. From there, Mina went about her closing routine at lightning speed. Most of the easy stuff, like re-organizing askew books, had been done over the last few hours, but there was still a considerable amount to do until she could leave for the night. In all, it took another hour or so, and she immediately ran from the bookstore to the Leaky Cauldron to grab something to eat. There was no way she was going the entire night without food, and while the Violet Hound had quality meals, she wasn’t sure how active the kitchen was going to be during this party of theirs. Thankfully she didn’t have to go home to let the dog out either, since Cal was going to be home tonight. Arriving at the Violet Hound by half after ten, Mina knew she was late. Tia was stupidly punctual compared to her, probably from working at the hospital, and Mina was already preparing an apology while she pushed her way through the crowd and towards the bar, where she was supposed to meet the other girl. Throwing herself down into an open one, she felt Tia’s presence next to her, commenting about the stickiness of the entire bar. She laughed through a deep sigh as she started to feel the post-work relaxation kicking in. Or maybe it was the shot of firewhisky she was knocking back without a second thought? “You didn’t have to kick Agnes Worthington out of the kneazle care section, did you?” Mina countered, letting her annoyance for the dusty old woman seep into her tone. “She’s there literally every day. And she smells like she already owns at least a dozen of them. What else does she need to know?” Exasperated, Mina threw her hand up at the bartender and pointed down at her empty firewhisky glass, before holding up two fingers. She was going to need a lot more to drink before she could get the smell of Agnes Worthington out of her nostrils. @tia ● 547 ● Censored by Beartooth MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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