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Sept 2, 2021 13:47:38 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2021 13:47:38 GMT -7
It was, of course,entire possibly that Xantha was far out of her debt... again. She'd lost her mother and despite making a new friend recently she felt completely like the world was falling apart. She missed her mom and in a moment of weakness she decided to give her father a chance and the mere anxiety that created was nothing short of a mess. She hadn't seen her sister in what felt like forever and Mavis was out for a bit, probably couch surfing. Every once in a while the other girl did so, mostly to keep off the radar. Maybe in part because she'd noticed that Xantha really needed some time alone. She was confused and it made her rather moody. Luckily for her, the savings she managed to get and the bit of initial money from the inheritance had made life a tiny bit easier. A tiny bit meaning that Xantha broke most of her own rules in terms of behaviour and had gone out to a decent club, dressed to draw attention to herself and drinking. Since Xantha was usually extremely health centered it meant that it was unsual for her. Flirting with other patrons, however, was not. Yet tonight she hadn't really invested much yet. Yet she was in dire need of a distracted till morning. She'd agreed to meet one of her best friends the day after. She hadn't told Brígh about her mothers death yet, nor was she quite certain if she ought to. She didn't want to ruin the time they had planned together with such bad news, least of all when she so desperately needed distractions from her own life. From her own... feelings. Mostly the confusion she felt. She was not the type to date, and yet she'd gone on a date. She was not the type to care about anybody at all, and yet she found herself thinking a few too many times about a certain person. Those thoughts were mostly chased out moments later by thoughts of yet another man that seemed to think it was perfectly fine to take up a room in the hotel her brain seemed to be turning into. Who cared if she took up more visitors, right? The one wouldn't care and the other? Well, it wasn't like they'd decided to pretend to be a happy couple either. She was a free woman! She could do whatever she wanted! But what did she want? In frustration she ordered another cider (she just couldn't bear the bitterness of beer) and let her eyes cross the room. She noticed at least one other person that didn't seem to have a large company around him. He looked at least around her own age and he was fairly attractive. All in all, a perfect distraction. She walked over and took a stool right by him. "Hey. I'm attempting to distract myself and you look like good company. Mind talking to a girl to keep her mind of things for a while?" She said with a flirty grin on her face. If he said no, whatever. She'd just drink more and consider for hitting up one of the older creeps in the bar. There was no way she was going to be by herself for most of the rest of the evening. His company was just... more tempting than that of others.
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Sept 3, 2021 7:46:51 GMT -7
Post by Albus Severus Potter on Sept 3, 2021 7:46:51 GMT -7
THE CLUB PROVIDED THE COMFORT OF GOING utterly unnoticed with a glass in his hand. Albus had ditched his training robes at the flat and left before Rosie had come home from work. It wasn't so much that Albus didn't want to see her, more that he did and he hated what that meant. Albus knew what he was doing when he first slept with Rosie. She had just broken up with Prince Brandon, his dad was back. It was a distraction, a comfort. But, once was a rebound, after that it was just a head-fuck.
Nursing his glass of whiskey, Albus was hunched over the bar top. His mind reeling and bones aching from a day of overthinking, and vicious combat spell training. He didn't even lift his head when a shadow blocked the strobe lights, barely even registered that somebody was near him until a soft, lilting voice sounded over his shoulder. He turned slightly, catching a cascade of silver blonde hair and a pair of piercing eyes that framed a fit smile.
"Hm," He hummed, the glass still clutched in his hand as he leaned on his elbow and turned with a curious frown. Albus didn't realise he was looking for a distraction until it waltzed up to him, leggy and surprisingly blunt. "I do?" He asked with a reluctant half smile. "First I've heard it," He drawled sarcastically, lifting the glass to his mouth to finish the last dregs in the bottom before he set it down. With his empty hand, he gestured to the empty chair beside him. "I mean, be my guest." Albus couldn't deny the suggestive look under lashes, the way she looked nothing like Rosie, or Brigh. Or any girl who'd ever pickled his brain. "I could use a distraction myself." He lifted two fingers to the bartender, ordering himself another whiskey and motioning to the blonde beside him, "And whatever... wants." His eyes questioned her name, leaving the gap to be filled with a moment of silence, brow lifted.
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Sept 3, 2021 11:40:40 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2021 11:40:40 GMT -7
The young man was not the most cheerful type it seemed, at least from his first words. His smile seemed to have a hint of reluctance to it and he was not familiar with looking like he was good company. She appraised him shortly, as if considering the option that he might not be such good company after all. Her eyes slipped over his frame with a sense of scrutiny as she pursed her lips for a moment. "Actually yes. You lack some of the arrogance the other patrons have. Like the presumption that my attention means you are suddenly the center of my universe." She said with a playful little smile on her lips. Yet he gestured to the empty chair beside him and she easily took the seat offered. "Thank." She said simply as she made herself comfortable. He mentioned that he could use a distraction himself and a sly little smile appeared on her face. She'd chosen the perfect company it seemed. He left space for her name and while Xantha had half considered giving the usual fake name, but it reminded her too much of what she wanted to forget. Honesty seemed to be more of the policy tonight. "Xantha, and I'll have a cider." She said, giving her name to whomever he was and putting her order in with the barkeep in the same breath. She looked him over shortly as she took a sip of the offered cider. "So you need distractions too? Care to share the general outline in a word or two? I'll go first if you prefer. Useless father is the first that comes to mind." She said playfully, as that was the one issue that she never really had trouble dishing about. Talking about the loss of her mother? Rather not. Confronting the fact she suspected she was starting to grow feelings for somebody that would probably never return them? Definitively not. At least her father was an easy conversation topic, unless the guy was a huge fan of law enforcement somehow. They tended to get defence of cops. Albus Severus Potter
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Nov 17, 2021 15:55:02 GMT -7
Post by Albus Severus Potter on Nov 17, 2021 15:55:02 GMT -7
THIS WAS USUALLY THE PART WHERE PEOPLE realised Al was a miserable git. He supposed he looked friendlier from the back, and he saw her hesitated momentarily, as if reconsidering her decision to sit by him. It was a bit insulting, he supposed, but not entirely unfounded as his smile slowly slipped from his face and settled back into an expression of flat regard. "I'm not?" Al replied sarcastically, brows lifting as looked at her. She sat in the chair he offered her and made herself immediately comfortable.
Beautiful in an undeniable way, the girl exuded the kind of attention that made people want to sit by her. Albus knew they did share that same aura of charming beauty, but it made him wonder. Turning slightly in his seat, his elbow braced on the bar top as he draw his bottom lip into his mouth and frowned at her momentarily. She quickly, and easily, introduced herself and Al noted she had a name as unusual as he expected, he wondered absently what it meant as he replied, "Al." Giving a brief three fingered salute in greeting before he lifted his glass for another sip.
The sip of whiskey hadn't even reached his stomach before Xantha spoke again. He wondered how it was so easy for her to chat to him, like they already knew each other. It was quite impressive actually, and it caught Al's attention so he turned more fully towards her. "Just..." Al spun the glass in his hand restlessly. "Living with my poor decisions, I suppose." He muttered, snickering dryly as he shrugged his shoulders. It was a long story he felt far too embarrassed to divulge just a couple whiskeys deep. "Useless sounds almost kind." He thought of his very useful father Harry Potter, who just so happened to be useless to him. "I suppose he's let you down, or something?" He asked, allowing himself to be pulled from his thoughts and into the woman's orbit.
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Nov 25, 2021 4:36:26 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 25, 2021 4:36:26 GMT -7
She couldn't help but chuckle slightly as he sarcastically questioned her notification that he was not the center of her universe. Well of course he was not, he was entertainment! Even more so when he found himself free to mock her within the first minutes of conversation. She liked those that were not overly taken in by her appearance. It usually meant they had a somewhat functional brain at least. "Surprising, isn't it?" She said with a bit of a smile. She liked him already, although she could be quite amicable if she was in the right mood. He introduced himself as Al and Xantha nodded. It wasn't a particularly interesting name to her. Or well, at least not more so than the average one. Al could be short for many things and well, it wasn't like she expected to randomly meet one of Brígh school friends on an occasion like this. It just seemed far too coincidental for the thought to even cross her mind. He saluted her and she saluted back in kind, taking a sip as her own drink got delivered. He mentioned living with poor decisions and she could understand, even if she felt not all her own choices had been poor. There were a fair number of course, but the ones that ended her in the worst situations she rarely considered to be her own fault. Or well, the one that ended her on the streets hadn't been at least. "That sounds painfully relatable." She said with a still quite cheerful smile. It was clear that even her bad choices wouldn't so easily bring her mood down that night. He said useful sounded almost kind and she snorted, unable to help herself. "Oh it is kind, without a doubt. It's no surprise that people can be more than useless and disappointing but I tend to keep it relatively soft. Put it on too thickly and people instantly seem to assume I'm incapable of seeing the bright side of things." She said with a carefree little laugh. Despite her rather deep distaste for her father she had no doubt there would always be people ready to excuse his actions and blame her in stead if she acted too bitter. She felt she had every right to and usually didn't bother with those that wanted her to be positive. "Yeah he did let me down, more than once. You get used to it after a while. It gets worse when other people excuse his mistakes though." She admitted with a shrug as she took another sip from her cider. Rage was a peculiar kind of motivator. Albus Severus Potter
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Jan 2, 2022 15:59:36 GMT -7
Post by Albus Severus Potter on Jan 2, 2022 15:59:36 GMT -7
THE SIGHT OF A BLONDE BOMBSHELL MIMICKING a mock salute was almost funny to Al. The corner of his mouth twitching as his brows lifted a fraction and he looked down into the bottom of his glass. The seat beside him suddenly filled with her swelling presence, the way even when he was looking at his glass he could still see her icy blonde hair in his peripheral vision. It was distracting, and he took another drink to give himself something to do with his hands before he shifted his shoulder to look at her again.
His glass hung dangerously loose between two fingers. A high pitched and blisteringly cheerful voice might have been grating under different circumstances. Alas, Al wanted to think about anything other than Rosie, or training, or his father overwhelmingly present. And the girl in front of him couldn't have represented a better contrast if she were purposefully trying. Talking to him with such familiar honesty as she simultaneously psychoanalysed herself. Al didn't know what to make of her as he frowned, lips down turning slightly as he attempted to refrain from smirking.
"I suppose that's a tried and tested tactic," Al remarked, setting his glass down, but keeping a hand on the rim when he did. "Sounds like you care a little too much about what people think of you." He muttered bluntly, tongue in cheek as he wondered how she might react to his own particular venture in honesty. He didn't know her well enough to say if such a thing was true, but he was feeling as confrontational as he was interested. And then she tagged on the mention of her father and Al felt himself shift slightly, stopping himself just short of a full bodied flinch.
Turning away abruptly, Al blew a hard breath out through his nose and lifted his glass once more. He finished it in a single, desperate gulp. Al was intimately familiar with disappointing fathers. "Don't they all," He sighed, but stopped himself short to press the heel of his right hand into the socket of his right eye, pressing until it hurt and rubbing angrily. "Why're you telling me this?" He asked quite sharply, pulling his hand away to look at her again in an squinted, frustrated confusion.
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