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Post by Ainsley Hutchin on Dec 3, 2007 11:29:13 GMT
I sit at the bar of the three broomsticks downing one firewhisky after another. I look down and smirk. "14 shotglasses...oh well, I'll feel it in the morning..." I groan.
I had an excuse for this drinking binge tonight. Shelby Crescent, my close friend had died due to a loyal servant spy of the dark lord himself.
"If I ever see her, I swear she's mine..." I say before topping off another one.
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Post by Jay Chou on Dec 3, 2007 11:57:27 GMT
Jay walked into Three Broomsticks. He hadn't felt this worse since...Well since his wife died.
Now he had lost Shelby.
He sat down and sighed. He couldn't drink, nor would he. He refused to let anyone else look after Shelby's kids. He had gone and picked them all up. He still hadn't told them all.
He sighs and runs a hand through his hair.
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Post by Ainsley Hutchin on Dec 3, 2007 11:59:24 GMT
I turn around and see a guy that looked just as awful as I did. "Hey..." I say as I hand the bartender all the shotglasses.
"I'm Ainsley Hutchin. You can call me Alesy though." I say to him as he sat down.
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Post by Jay Chou on Dec 3, 2007 12:00:51 GMT
Jay looked up. She had curly blonde hair.
Just like Shell's
He looked at her for a few moments and nodded. "Jay." He simply said.
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Post by Ainsley Hutchin on Dec 3, 2007 12:02:26 GMT
"Wait...you're." I trail off.
"I'm practically shelly's cousin." I say in a low whisper, knowing why the man was so down.
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Post by Jay Chou on Dec 4, 2007 12:03:35 GMT
Jay closed his eyes when the girl said her name.
It still hurt.
Jay nods his head and looks down, still not saying a word.
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