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Sept 11, 2018 4:23:42 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Sept 11, 2018 4:23:42 GMT -7
-October 20th 2024- @elliot
Diana sat alone at the bar a near empty drink in hand as she swirled it’s contents counter clockwise. The River Walks club was slow at the moment, though it was only late afternoon. Music was playing, but the club’s DJ was still setting up and doing sound tests. Those that were at the club already were either like Diana, casually drinking, or one of the staff, setting up for the night. The glass walls and ceiling gave the entire club a unique look of shadows and sunlight. Periodically you’d catch Loch Ness’ famous ‘Nessie’ swimming over head in a variety of shapes.
Taking a gulp of the remaining alcohol in her glass she set it back down on the counter and motioned to the bartender. Silently he came over and refilled the glass as she dropped a few coins on the counter.
”Still waiting?” he asked. Diana shrugged and took a sip of the drink.
”He’s always late,” she said.
”Let him know it’s rude to keep a lady as pretty as you waiting,” the bartender said, and Diana smiled.
”I will, thanks.”
He went on his way, and Diana took another sip, looking up to watch Nessie swim overhead in it’s normal Kelpie form.
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Sept 12, 2018 12:39:08 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Sept 12, 2018 12:39:08 GMT -7
THOUGH ELLIOT HAD NOT BEEN 'HOME' SINCE HIS mothers funeral, that didn't mean that he didn't enjoy being 'near' home. There were a few things, bar family, that made the north worth returning to. Like, for instance, the River Walk club. A bar unlike any other, with an entrance in a river bed and a view that had to be experienced firsthand. He'd discovered it at 17, the first time he'd ever had a friend that was a wizard too.
Smoke clung to his clothes as Elliot shook water droplets from his shoulders and pulled his hood from his head. The music pulsed, but in an understated, private sort of way. The bar was slower than usual, but Elliot preferred it like that. Lifting two fingers in greeting to the familiar bartender before sitting one seat away from the only other person at the bar, a woman with sweeping brown hair.
"Green Ale," Elliot ordered, though he was sure the bartender already knew what to expect as he shifted in his stool, looking to his left where the girl was sitting quietly. There was something about her face, a familiar jut of the chin or the slope of her nose, he wasn't sure. But, he was curious to connect the dots. "You're not from round here." Elliot declared surely, leaning his forearms on the bar top as he looked at her shrewdly. His sogt Scottish accent fit well in the little Celtic pub, but somehow Elliot knew hers would not.
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Sept 21, 2018 4:43:55 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2018 4:43:55 GMT -7
Someone joined Diana at the bar, only a stool away, and ordered a drink. As the bartender prepared the order Diana’s held tilted back down, her gaze moving from the glass ceiling to the man only a few short feet away. He had a scottish accent, and she met his gaze briefly after he’d spoken, stating that she wasn’t from around here. Rather than respond immediately, Diana raised her gaze once more and took a drink, her gaze steady as she met his own.
”Do you mean here as in the club, or Scotland?” She asked as she set the glass back on the counter. Her own accent was distinctly British. ”Do you usually point out when people are, or aren’t, from ‘around here’ when you first meet them?”
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Sept 30, 2018 9:39:34 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Sept 30, 2018 9:39:34 GMT -7
THERE WAS A LAZY CARELESSNESS TO THE WAY the woman regarded Elliot. As if he were the least interesting thing in the room, which was true, they were in an underwater bar with a glass ceiling. Elliot snorted quietly in to his drink, unimpressed by her ignorance as she finally graced him with her attention.
"By the sounds of you.. both." Elliot retorted, looking her up and down as he did. From her prim British accent to the quiet confidence that she exuded, she was not the river walks usual type. He held his glass in a loose grip, lifting to her lips for a slow sip as she questioned his methods. Kissing ale from his teeth he shrugged lazily. "I do when they look like you." He replied bluntly. Which was honest in some ways and deceitful in others. There was still a lingering familiarity itching at the back of his brain, he squinted at her again.
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Dec 20, 2018 20:10:07 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Dec 20, 2018 20:10:07 GMT -7
Diana 'hm'ed at his response, her gaze just as steady as before. "Nothing wrong with trying a few new places. Especially when they have views like this." was her own response, her gaze moving to glance up at the Kelpie swimming overhead once more, before dropping back down to her company and focusing on him once more. "I take it it's not your first time here?"
His casual response and shrug got the smallest reaction from Diana, just a subtle raise of an eyebrow. "Oh really?" she asked, a smirk starting to form as well. "And what about now?" she continued, though speaking slower now as her hair turned blonde and her eyes green. Her cheeks and nose slightly shifted, though it was still close enough to her original look. "Do you use that line often?" There was a teasing tone in her voice now as her appearance shifted back to normal.
Diana drank the last sip from her glass and motioned to the bartender for another. As he began to prepare another drink, she spoke once more. "So, here we are, both drinking at a nightclub before prime time. What's your story?"
@elliot
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Feb 4, 2019 8:17:48 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Feb 4, 2019 8:17:48 GMT -7
ELLIOT HATED TO ADMIT IT BUT SHE WAS RIGHT, the River Walk was decent, but people weren't just coming for the scotch whiskey and the music - which was sub par while sober. The view was spectacular, but he'd still suspected otherwise. He knew why he was day drinking under a river, but why was she? His desire to find something where there was nothing was rife and waiting. "Nah," He said, taking a slow sip from his bottle of green ale. "Grew up not too far away." He supposed that wasn't too revealing, his accent already giving him away.
Though, the slow smirk she boasted definitely made Elliot think twice. Leaning on the bar with his forearms, a searching look on his face as his brows slowly lifted. She changed her appearance in a moments notice. Metamorphmagus. "Bravo," He said, tonguing his cheek as he admired her new look. Cold blonde hair and piercing green eyes. Her features stayed fairly similar, though she looked more serpentine now. "You're a proper sea witch in the making," He teased, but it was gone before it really settled and he had to blink to adjust his eyes. "Just missing the gills." He joked, though he preferred her actual appearance to the manufactured.
"Maybe," Elliot laughed, shaking his head at himself as he turned the bottle by the neck. "Results vary..." He gave her a lingering look, as if searching for those results, but she was still sitting by him so he took it as a win. Though her glass was quickly empty and he looked down at his own half-empty bottle, drawing another languid drink from it until the salty bitterness fizzled out on his tongue.
"Hm," He hummed, shrugging as he swallowed and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Do I have to have one?" He quipped, licking his lips as he set the bottle back down on a sticky coaster. "I was in town," He revealed, though not too deeply. "And it seemed a shame to head back to London without visiting." He leaned on his arms, shifting a little closer as he cast the attention back on her. "You?" And this time he was really interested. Hopefully she had a better story than he did.
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