Post by Deleted on Mar 12, 2022 14:53:01 GMT -7
The owl from Rhy Greyback took her from surprise. It had been a long time since they had hung out together. Let alone, have a few drinks together. So, to receive an owl requesting that they meet up to "hang out" was...off the wall random. Sure, they had always been friends, and got a little touchy feely when he wasn't in a relationship, especially when they had both been drinking. To which, Tove never disobliged, she had a thing for good looking men, especially the bad boys that didn't like to have strings attached.
So, she had sent an owl back stating to meet at their usual spot. A small muggle bar in London that not too many people knew about. Where Tove could just be Tove, and Rhys could just be Rhys. That was the beauty of their relationship, they never had any expectations of one another. She never expected anything of him, never wanted him to change who he was or what he represented. She allowed him to just be himself, and Rhys had always been the same to her.
Perhaps that was why she never wanted to pursue anything more than a friends with benefits relationship. The benefits always was optional, she didn't really need to screw around with him, but it was fun when they did. She respected Rhys in many ways, that being he was fiercely loyal when he was in a relationship, so she never pushed him to hang out. She figured if and when he was ready to hang out, even just to shoot the shit, that he would send an owl when he was ready. Then they would pick up where they left off friendship wise.
Tove threw on a cream sweater, some of her mid drift was showing, and the back was crossed over. Her dark brown pants were fit snug, with a large bow on the front as a belt, and a pair of heeled cream boots and cream and brown boot socks to match the look. Her auburn hair was pulled back into a bun, but her diamond earrings glittered against the light from her changing room. She couldn't help it, she always fancied the finer things in life.
After deciding that she was fit to properly go out Tove apparated a few streets from the bar. Walking briskly in the cold, the snow starting to come down thick in the night. When she made it to the bar she rushed inside, not bothering to look around at the wandering eyes that watched her make her way to the far end of the bar. Sitting down in their usual spot, she smiled sweetly at the bartender, "Whiskey, please."
So, she had sent an owl back stating to meet at their usual spot. A small muggle bar in London that not too many people knew about. Where Tove could just be Tove, and Rhys could just be Rhys. That was the beauty of their relationship, they never had any expectations of one another. She never expected anything of him, never wanted him to change who he was or what he represented. She allowed him to just be himself, and Rhys had always been the same to her.
Perhaps that was why she never wanted to pursue anything more than a friends with benefits relationship. The benefits always was optional, she didn't really need to screw around with him, but it was fun when they did. She respected Rhys in many ways, that being he was fiercely loyal when he was in a relationship, so she never pushed him to hang out. She figured if and when he was ready to hang out, even just to shoot the shit, that he would send an owl when he was ready. Then they would pick up where they left off friendship wise.
Tove threw on a cream sweater, some of her mid drift was showing, and the back was crossed over. Her dark brown pants were fit snug, with a large bow on the front as a belt, and a pair of heeled cream boots and cream and brown boot socks to match the look. Her auburn hair was pulled back into a bun, but her diamond earrings glittered against the light from her changing room. She couldn't help it, she always fancied the finer things in life.
After deciding that she was fit to properly go out Tove apparated a few streets from the bar. Walking briskly in the cold, the snow starting to come down thick in the night. When she made it to the bar she rushed inside, not bothering to look around at the wandering eyes that watched her make her way to the far end of the bar. Sitting down in their usual spot, she smiled sweetly at the bartender, "Whiskey, please."
