all of the lights | lucy

[Galen Francis Ollivander]

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THOUGH IT FELT GOOD TO BE WORKING AGAIN, Frankie couldn't think of a worse way to do than a bar with wizards and witches. The only selling point had been the fact that both wizards and muggles cohabited - unknowingly for the muggles. It meant that he didn't have to know magic, only how to mix a few drinks and serve a few half-drunk patrons. But, he hadn't tended bar since he was in university and it showed for the first week.

The first time he had to tap a keg, he sprayed it all over himself. Somebody asked for a cocktail he didn't even think was in English, and he'd looked like an idiot. It was little thing after little thing while he found his feet. Give him a wound to stitch, he'd do it perfectly. He could take a pulse with ease, hear a stutter in a heartbeat, and pack an open wound, but this? It was like starting again, and he was just another rookie who took up too much space and didn't deserve a tip, apparently.

Luckily, it was a Sunday, and Club Indigo was quiet for the time being. He'd worked an earlier shift to get out of the house which meant he'd be off before it got really busy - which he'd done on purpose. But, there was always the odd patron strolling in for an afternoon drink. He didn't judge them, he wished it was him on the other side, downing bourbon until he went cross-eyed. He was buffing a glass with a faded rag when somebody sat down on the stool in front of him.

"What can I get you?" He said dully, the perfunctory greeting. Though, before he knew it, the glass had slipped from the rag and shattered on the ground at his feet. He lifted his head to the ceiling and sighed, world weary. His neck felt warm as it flooded with blood, embarrassed to be caught yet again as a failure. Slapping the rag over one shoulder, he lifted his hand and blindly said, "Sorry, just a second." Before disappearing for a brush and pan - he was practically the only person in the entire bar who ever had to use it.

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Lucy popped into one of her favorite spots in London, Club Indigo, before she ran off to her Sunday rehearsal for the newest show that she was in. At least today when she told Anna that was going to rehearsal, she actually meant it. It hadn’t been hard to hide her side hustle from her sister, since her sister was depressed and barely talking, but it was kind of nice not to have to lie to her twin when she left for rehearsal that day. It was the first day of work on the show, besides the read through that had yesterday. Toyda they would begin blocking. So she had her bag flung over her shoulder, her smaller gym bag that housed her character shoes and a rehearsal skirt that she liked to carry incase it was said that she’d need one. She was fairly sure that this show wouldn’t require the skirt, but it lived in her bag along with her personal hygiene kit and a vial containing pepperup potion that she always kept on her this time of year. Who had time to get sick?

She sat at the bar and the bartender, a man whom she wasn’t sure she had seen working here before, came over to ask for her order. But as he did so, the glass he was drying slipped out of his hand and shattered all over the floor. He sighed and asked her to wait while he cleaned it up. She watched as he did it by hand rather than sneak out his wand. Maybe it was a club policy since muggles were allowed in as well. “Rough day?” she asked casually, her voice light.

Galen Francis Ollivander

[Galen Francis Ollivander]

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RETURNING WITH THE DUSTPAN AND BRUSH, Frankie crouched down to sweep up the shards of glass. He might have been embarrassed if he thought about it hard enough, but Frankie had long since passed that boundary as he gathered up the glass, only lifting his head when he heard the patron's voice drift over the bar towards him. A lock of his hair fell over his forehead when he looked up, mouth parted as he scoffed.

"Something like that," He muttered, these days it often felt like the bad days overtook the good. Like he was running in quicksand. He placed the brush on top of the little mound when he was down, using his wrist to swipe his hair from his face as he stood up. "I mean," He looked around the place, which was decidedly dead at this time of the day. "I'm working the dead shift at a night club."

Frankie disappeared momentarily to get rid of the glass, slipping the rag from over his shoulder as he finally catered to the customers needs. "Now," He said, a small smile wrinkling his scruffy cheeks. "What can I get you?" He asked, leaning his hands on the bar in front of her. "Anything you want." He made a show of waving to the various bottles behind him. "I got all the time in the world today." 

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He added that he was working the dead shift at a bar and Lucy gave a gesture that was a mixture of a nod and a shrug. She understood and could see why he was frustrated by it. She wondered what he had to do to get this shift, she was sure that they put all of their good bartenders on the night shift, maybe he was still new and proving his worth. He finished cleaning up the mess and then turned his attention to her, asking what she wanted, insisting that he could get her whatever she’d like since he had so much time. “Well surprise me then, since you seem bored. What’s your specialty?” she asked. She knew she was taking a leap by asking for him to decide rather than just order something that she knew was safe, but where was the fun in that? Plus, he was cute and maybe this would give them something to talk about.

Galen Francis Ollivander

[Galen Francis Ollivander]

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FOR A SECOND FRANKIE CONSIDERED PAWNING her off with a cheap and easy drink, and leaving it at that. But, a part of him wanted to seem impressive for a second. She didn't know he was a squib, he thought. And there was no guarantee that she was a witch, it was a bar that mixed. He liked the idea of not knowing. It made things interesting. Better than wandering up and down the bar, trying to think of something to do. "I know just the one," He said, before turning to retrieve a frosted tumbler.

Carefully, he went about making the only cocktail he knew how to create with certainty. It was an old muggle drink that he could make at home, and had impressed a few girls with over the years. Sugar, mixed with Angostura bitter. He spun it carefully in the glass, before dropping a large ice cube in to the bottom, covering it in a slash of bourbon. He finished it off with an orange peel that he cracked in the middle over the top in a spray of acidity, before dropping it in the bottom. "It's called an Old Fashioned," He explained with a slight smirk. "And I haven't met a girl who didn't like it." He crossed his arms confidently. 

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Lucy watched over the counter as he walked around making the drink and collecting the ingredients. She knew a lot of what he put into the mixture, but she wasn’t sure that she had tried whatever he had made before. It didn’t exactly look familiar. He introduced it as an Old Fashion, something she had certainly never ordered for herself before. She was fairly regular with her alcohol order. She’d get a double shot of either fire whisky or tequila and call it good. Lucy rarely drunk enough to get drunk. She didn’t like being out of her own mind, but alcohol certainly made everything a little more fun. She liked taking the edge off. “Well that’s a lot for it to live up to then,” she smirked, taking a sip of the drink. It tasted familiar and she instantly knew that she had tried it before at an event with one of her muggle clients who liked to take her to his fancy work gallas. She watched him standing there, with his arms crossed, waiting for her response. She decided to play off that she hadn’t tried it before, it wouldn’t be very easy to explain the situation in which she had one but didn’t know what it was. It wasn’t like it was a popular party drink. “It’s certainly smooth.” she nodded, her nails tapping on the glass. “Good work.” she bit her lip and took another sip.

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[Galen Francis Ollivander]

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FRANKIE'S SMIRK WAS CONFIDENT AS HE STOOD watch while the redhead took her first cautionary sip. He felt sure she'd like it, and apparently he was correct as her teasing smile seemed to soften at the taste. "Guess it lives on then, eh?" He said with a slight sniff, uncrossing his arms and quirking his brows with satisfaction. "For a second there I thought you were gonna pretend to hate it." He joked, bending his head towards her as if they were sharing a secret.

And then, he leaned back, pulling the rag from his shoulder and rubbing down a sticky patch from the bartop not far from where the girl still sat, sipping her Old Fashioned daintily. "What's you're name, then?" He asked curiously, his attention stolen for just a moment longer. It beat the monotony of the bar, or his anxious thoughts about the career he'd squandered and his awful sister Ronnie. "Since I wooed you with the drink," He shrugged teasingly. 

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“Pretend to hate it? I could have actually hated it.” Lucy scoffed. She liked his confidence, however, it was kind of refreshing after dealing with actors who constantly needed reassurance from the director and instructors all day in class or in rehearsal. “I can pretend to hate it though, if you need. Scare all the other patrons away if you need a break.” she teased, nodding around to the empty bar.

He leaned back and watched her before he asked her for her name. Before she answered, she took another sip of the drink and chewed on her bottom lip for a second. “Lucy.” she finally cooed. There was no harm in the name, nor in giving the attractive man who was currently keeping her in alcohol a tiny bit of personal information. “And who might you be?” she leaned forward, resting her chin on the back of her hand and her elbow on the bar top.

Galen Francis Ollivander

[Galen Francis Ollivander]

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FILLED WITH COCKY CONFIDENCE FRANKIE scoffed at the redhead with a wide, cheek creasing grin. "I don't think so." He shook his head, arms crossed so that the shirt he wore stretched against his biceps. "I ain't been wrong yet." This wasn't strictly true, but it fit the persona he was wearing at that moment. She didn't know him, he wasn't a useless squib. Frankie reckoned he looked like any ignorant old muggle who worked the day shift at Club Indigo. He liked that. It was so peacefully normal.

"You could try." Frankie laughed, cuffing his nose with the knuckle of one hand to hide his scruffy smile. "But, place it pretty dead already." He shrugged his shoulders, not strictly caring that this was true. She wasn't difficult to talk to, and she was gorgeous. And her voice was smooth like chocolate, not too high and sweet, there was a roughness to it that he looked. "Lucy..." He said, squinting at her. "Yeah, you look like a Lucy." This he said with a half laugh before he jutted his chin and replied. "Frankie." It was decidedly less sophisticated, but he'd always sort of liked that.

"What do you do, Lucy?" He asked, her easy posture making it seem like she was there to stay for a while. He didn't mind, picking up a damp cloth and busying his hands by wiping down the bar top in front of him, his hand dangerously close to wear her elbow was perched as he swept from one side to the other. "Wait..." He said all of a sudden, tongue in cheek. "Lemme guess." His smirk was wicked and he stalled for a minute and tilted his head, giving her a thorough once over. "Jazz singer?" He tutted his tongue before gnawing on his bottom lip. "Or... dancer?" He wasn't being totally serious, but he wanted to be right, too. Ever the competitor. 

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Lucy took another sip of her drink and nodded when he said that she looked like a Lucy. She couldn’t say that she didn’t agree. While she didn’t feel like her name was very unique or very suiting for her personality, she couldn’t disagree with the fact that she looked like a Lucy. It was the red hair. Her calling card. He said his name as Frankie and she thought about saying that he looked like a Frankie but he didn’t. He looked like he’d have a cooler name. Though his name made him quite endearing. “actually you’re not that far off… I’m an actor.” she admitted. “I can’t say I’ve ever sung Jazz. At least not in public.” she giggled.

[Galen Francis Ollivander]

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FRANKIE HAD A FEELING ABOUT LUCY AND HE'D been right. "I know your type," He said triumphantly, pointing a finger at her, his smile smug. "Free in the afternoon, confident..." He clicked his tongue and shrugged his shoulders. "You actors are all the same." He teased, the cloth over his shoulder slipping slightly so that it hand halfway over the curve of his broad shoulder.

"Jazz is the pinnacle of human creation." Frankie said with a sudden passion. His teeth flashing as he smiled. "It was a compliment," He drawled, leaning forward so that his forearms were braced on the bartop, almost close enough to touch, but still separated by the wooden barrier. His day had suddenly gotten a fraction better. Frankie wasn't exactly suave, but he knew how to waste time flirting. Especially ever since he'd started tending bar. There was a certain unattainable aura about a bartender, he thought. Or, at least he told himself. "Can you sing?" He asked her, tongue dashing out over his bottom lip as he watched her sip her drink with a certain femininity, lipstick on the clear glass rim. 

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Frankie said that he knew her type and she gave a little laugh. He went on to explain, including being free in the afternoon and confident. She nodded. “Why else are bars open during the day? We actors need somewhere to go between class and rehearsals.” she teased. It was because of her and her type that he even had a job, she decided in her head, joking to herself. He leaned over and asked if she could sing and she noticed his eyes watching her as her lips graced the rim of her glass. He was interested. She couldn’t blame him. She was interesting. Luckily for him, he was attractive and fun enough that she wasn’t at a complete loss for interest. He asked if she could sing and she smirked, pondering for a moment how she should answer that question. She hated saying that she could sing, 1) because she wasn’t the best, but she wasn’t completely tone deaf, and 2) because they always asked her to sing after she said the first one. “I am capable of making noise with my vocal cords.” she nodded. “Can you?” she emptied her glass and pushed it over towards him.

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[Galen Francis Ollivander]

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WITH AN EASY SHRUG, FRANKIE NODDED. HE didn't disagree with her. It was the art types that kept every bar like Indigo in business. He wasn't going to argue or thank her. He needed the money, but he'd always hated the work. He'd much rather be working on his bike, but at least the company was good. "Good company, though." He commented with a sneaky wink. She seemed to be considering him in the same way he considered her. With an inner judgement that would never be heard.

Frankie hummed slightly, refraining from barking a laugh as he considered her inquiry. "Depends how drunk I am, I suppose." He replied, shrugging his shoulders. She, in comparison, seemed to be keeping her cards close to her chest. "I won't ask for a demo if you don't." He lifted his brows, a thin smile on his face as he placed a streaky glass on a display behind him. It was clean, that was all that mattered. 

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He suggested that their encounter in the middle of the day offered good company and Lucy shrugged a bit, obviously sarcastically. “Decent.” She agreed, offering another little wink. There was no harm in having fun. And this guy worked at Club Indigo after all so how bad could he be, really? He was either a muggle she could enchant, or a wizard like herself. And, there was nothing wrong with a harmless little relationship.

He didn’t seem very inclined to want to sing for her either and she didn’t blame him, even with her being trained for this sort of thing, it wasn’t for her. She’d sing on stage, she’d do just about anything on stage. She’d play the perfect little daughter with the prefect, sweet demeanor on stage, but that didn’t mean it was her in real life. “Deal.” she agreed enthusiastically. “So how long’s your shift?” Lucy asked casually.

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[Galen Francis Ollivander]

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THERE WAS AN UNSPOKEN SUGGESTION IN THAT simple question. Frankie had encountered it a few times before, but never from someone on the other side of the bar. He was just a vessel for drinks at Indigo, but not this day. They'd clearly caught one and other at a particular time. Frankie was feeling adrift and used, and she was.. well Frankie didn't know.

"Finish in about an hour," Frankie shrugged, as if he hadn't assume that singular suggestion. He slung his damp rag over one shoulder and rocked back on his heels slightly, considering his next words carefully. "You gonna be here?" His brows quirked, he'd made his decision. "Could use the company." And then his tongue darted out over his bottom lip and his gaze lingered just a little too long to be decent. 

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