Irish Drinking Game [Walton]

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It was the weekend and Isis needing to get out of her house and let loose a little. She made her way to the Leaky Cauldron, waving happily to those she passed by. She had sent an owl to her her friend Walton a few days ago, telling him that she was in need of some Irish company. She often tried to get together with him when she was feeling homesick, because he understood the Irish culture.

She also wanted to talk to him about John, get a mans advice. Being one of her closet friends, she hoped Walton would be able to give her some advice from a mans point of view. Though, Walton was single and she wasn't sure if he was even interested in dating anyone ever, so his advice might not be that great. He's a very caring and strong person, though, so she hoped that he would be able to talk with her.

Even if he didn't have any good advice, it would still be good to catch up and she needed the Irish-ness in her life. She hoped that he would be able to come visit from Hogwarts over the weekend and meet her there. If not, well, she'd just have to find another guy to entertain her, wouldn't she?

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It had been a rather long week just for the simple fact that he had to deal with students all day, every day. But that was not the reason why it had been a long week. He had many things to do pertaining to being a member of the IA and then also talking with Sasha and her sisters. Those three pulled him every which direction all because of the fact that they were too stubborn to talk to each other. And so when he had gotten a letter from Isis asking him to meet her for a drink or something like that.

That letter was like a ticket to get away for a short time, and it was something that Walton needed, and plus an excuse to meet with Isis, a close friend of his, and also someone who was also Irish like him. Being around brits all the time was not always a walk in the park, and so this would be a very good release and time to let his inner Irish out.

Walton waited on the sidewalk across the street from the Leaky Cauldron as several busses and cars passed him by. Once the road was clear he crossed it and entered the pub that only wizards and witches could see. Entering the pub he looked around and he took in the scene of many people in the popular pub and what they were all doing. And then Walton turned towards the table that he usually sat at and he noticed that it was empty. It was a table that very few people ever sat at since it was in the corner of the pub and the advantage of this was simple, you could see all of the entrances/exits and your back was always covered by the walls. He made his way over to the table and sat down in the chair that gave him the best view of everything, and he would be able to see when Isis walked in. Walton raised his hand just a little bit to get the bartenders attention, which it did and he knew that soon he would have a couple of glasses and a bottle of the finest Irish whiskey that you could get.

@isisoconner

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Isis made it to the Leaky Cauldron and pushed open the doors, glancing toward the table Walton usually sat at. Sure enough, he was there, waving to the bartender. She gave the Professor a quick wave herself and headed in his direction, accepting one or two cat calls on the way. She was wearing an old fashioned white top that was tight around the waist but loose around the sleeves and some black suede shorts, along with a dark robe that stopped at her calves. She made it to Walton and leaned down to kiss both of his cheeks, "So glad you could make it!' she said as she did so.

She moved so sit in the chair across from him, "you already ordered, I assume? she asked, gesturing slightly back at the bartender. She situated herself comfortably in her chair and moved her purse off to the side, still wrapped around across her chest. It was a brown purse made of leather with a small pouch at the bottom of the strap, she didn't need to carry that much around like most women, she was happy just dealing with herself. Plus, the weekend was a time for her to loosen up, not weigh herself down with a bunch of stuff that she would be scared of getting stolen. No, she only brought necessities, and her wand was tucked away safely in her robes, easy to access.

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"So glad you could make it!' Walton was glad to see Isis. “It has been way too long my friend.” Walton said in greeting and watched as Isis sat down across from him. "you already ordered, I assume?” at this question he raised an eyebrow with a questioning look on his face. “You assume? Do I not look Irish to you Isis?” Walton asked while putting on a scandalized look on his face. “You wound me to the very core of my heart. Of course I ordered and speaking of which.” He said as someone brought the bottle of Irish Whiskey over along with a couple of glasses and set it on the table. “Here it is, and just in time as well.”

Taking the bottle he opened it and poured a generous amount into the glasses and slid one over to Isis. “So how have you been since…well since the last time we saw each other?” Walton asked. It really had been to long since they had a chance to catch up. It was finally good to be around a fellow Irishman, well in this case Irishwoman. It was always a good thing for those of the same country to get together since they could relate to one another so well. It was all because of being able to understand the culture, language and whatever else. Sure he had Dorian his best mate who was practically Irish since he had lived with Walton and his family in Ireland. But no it was not the same as being a native Irelander. “Thanks for the invite by the way.” Walton commented offhandedly as he took a drink, the liquid was cold and it was refreshing as he drank it. Just what he needed.

@isisoconner

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Isis chuckled as she leaned forward and smirked at him, "That's why I assumed you already had, I just had to make sure though," she winked at him and leaned away a little to let the worker place the drinks on the table. "You're a lifesaver," Isis thanked the worker and gently tapped their arm in gratitude. After this week, she really needed a drink and not just any drink, Irish Whiskey with her best Irish pal.

Isis clasped the glass that he passed her and took a drink before she even got a chance to answer his question. Half of the cup was emptied before she stopped for a breather, "I've been well Some things have come up..." she rolled her eyes a little as she lifted her cup and drank the rest of it. "Of course," she responded to his thanking her for the invite. She leaned forward to grab the bottle and poor even more of the stuff into the cup. "I met someone. I know, I know, I meet people a lot. But this is different..." she pulled her glass back at the thought of John.

"How are those girls you've been looking after?" Isis asked. She didn't know much of the story, but she knew that he had become sort of a mentor to two students whose father had died. It was a shame, but there was no one better than Walton for the job, as far as Isis knew.

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Before his next round Walton pulled out he potion that he had some across that would let him drink as much as he wanted without the added side effects. So he would still be his normal self and on top of his game like he always was should something happen. Downing the potion Walton poured himself another round and took a drink of it. "I've been well Some things have come up..." Well well, what was this, Isis O’Conner stopping in the middle of a sentence. Hmm something was up, and he decided to find out. "I met someone. I know, I know, I meet people a lot. But this is different..." Or not there it was out in the open. So she had met someone and this one was different. “So how is this bloke different from all of the other people that you meet?” He asked out of curiosity.

"How are those girls you've been looking after?" Walton knew exactly who Isis was talking about for he had mentioned the whole situation to her. “Well they are doing a lot better. I am good friends with their older sister, since I work with her. The youngest one still has trouble sleeping at night but with time that will pass. The second oldest one has learned from the experience even though I can see in her eyes that deep down she still is mourning the loss of her dad.” Walton said. He had refrained from using their names before and he wasn’t going to stop doing that now. He was well aware of the dangers that were out there should the girls names be used and overheard.

“I am still trying to get the older sister to talk to her sisters, and vice versa, but so for none of them have tried and at the moment they seem as if they don’t want to. Do you know of anything that might work to get them to talk to one another, since I know that will do them a lot of good?” He asked wondering if Isis had any ideas as to how to get the three sisters to talk to one another. Walton had a few ideas and was currently planning something that should get them to talk, but another opinion never hurt.

@isisoconner

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Isis took another swig before answering Walts question, "He's... I dunno, Walt. He's different," actually, he wasn't that much different than the other guys she... knew. The only difference was they had bumped into each other afterward an had an actual conversation. "He really cares what I have to say, you know?" that was something she wasn't used to in a man. Someone who actually cared what her opinions were on things. He really had made an effort to really listen to her and that was something completely different than in Isis's past experiences. It was almost unreal, the amount of difference that made. Heck, it was the main thing that made her actually like him. "I know that shouldn't be rare, but it is."

Isis leaned forward as Walton talked about the girls. Isis didn't have any siblings, so she really had no idea what that dynamic was like. Especially after the loss of a loved one. She would think they would all stick together, but it seemed that wasn't the case. "Poor ladies..." Isis shook her head and took another drink, using low level wandless magic to bring the cup to her lips, "my best suggestion would be to convince the oldest. She should be the one making the real effort, since she is the most mature." She nodded, pleased with her answer. Really, what else could he do for them?

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“I know what you are talking about Isis. But in what or which other ways is he different?” Walton asked. He could tell that whoever this bloke was that Isis had met meant a lot to her especially since they guy had listened to her. Walton knew exactly how much it meant to Isis to have someone listen to her and take the time to get to know her. “Now a days it is rare but this bloke goes to show you that it is not as rare as you thought it was. It is always a good thing to have someone in your life that will take the time to listen to you.” He stated in what was basically an offhand comment. He was truly happy for Isis. The woman had tough relationship experiences in the past and for her to find someone that cared to listen was a good thing.

"Poor ladies... my best suggestion would be to convince the oldest. She should be the one making the real effort, since she is the most mature." He figured that is what Isis might suggest in response to his question seeing as how he had come to the exact same solution. “Yeah you are right. Convince the oldest and things should work out, it is just the fact that she is way too stubborn sometimes. This being one of those times.” Every word was true and there was no way around it. He knew that he had to convince Sasha but first he just had to get her to stop being so stubborn.

“Ah….”He let out a sigh before taking another drink and finishing off what had been left in his glass. “Nothing beats a good whiskey from home.” He commented and by home he was referring to their native Ireland. It had only been a few weeks since he had last stepped foot on the emerald isle and deep down he longed to see the beautiful country once more. It was home and there was no changing that not now not ever.

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"That's a great question," Isis muttered as Walton asked how her romantic interest-erh-John was different. "It really is," sh afreed as he brought up the rarity and the blessing that is having someone who listens to you. "I don't know, Walt. I mean, at first he was just like very other guy. I mean, I met him in a pub and all. But I wasn't expecting to run into him the next day-go out for coffee and then agree to go on an actual date," she rolled her eyes, taking a drink to steady her nerves.

She nodded as he discussed the stubbornness of the King ladies, "It's... Sasha, isn't it?" she guessed. She had heard him speak of this woman at least once before. "I'm sure she'll get past it, especially with your encouragement." He really was doing a kind and noble thing helping these girls out.

Isis sighed and nodded in agreement at his exclamation about the whiskey. She took another swig of hers and closed her eyes, briefly enjoying the taste. It reminded her of her parents and their silly lives as old people. They were so sweet, and she missed them so much. She really should make a visit to Ireland soon.