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Post by honker on Apr 20, 2007 15:49:07 GMT
"What can I get you sir?" I ask someone as they come up to the counter. So I was a little low on money. Who cares? I really need this job for new school robes since my last lot caught on fire from the potions explosion. Since I have no family I need to pay for everything myself. That's why I'm stuck here working, in this really moldy apron.
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Post by Michael Watkins on Apr 21, 2007 20:12:25 GMT
"Um...what's pretty strong?" I ask tiredly, pinching the bridge of my nose. "Had a rough day, you know. So something pretty strong."
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Post by honker on Apr 27, 2007 17:30:08 GMT
"Well, there's always the firewhiskey. That's mostly all we have apart from butterbeer. So why was your day so rough?"
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Post by Michael Watkins on Apr 27, 2007 18:24:56 GMT
"Firewhiskey would be great right about now." I nod, looking firmly at the wood of the bar. "Been a pretty rough week actually, come to think of it. Wouldn't want to burden you with my pathetic excuse for a life."
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Post by honker on Apr 28, 2007 8:25:26 GMT
"Not possible. Now tell me, I'm a good listener. Tell you what, how about I take a break now and you can tell me everything! It'll feel better to get it off your chest. I promise," I say smiling.
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Post by Michael Watkins on Apr 28, 2007 10:54:33 GMT
"If you're sure it's not too much trouble." I smile weakly.
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Post by honker on Apr 28, 2007 14:06:51 GMT
I smile brightly. "Of course not. Anything to get this apron off."
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Post by Michael Watkins on Apr 28, 2007 20:57:18 GMT
I chuckle weakly. "It is a pretty digusting apron."
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Post by honker on Apr 29, 2007 13:56:20 GMT
"So true!!" I say and pull the apron over my head. I lead him over to an empty table away from the crowds and ask, "So what's up then?"
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Post by Michael Watkins on Apr 29, 2007 16:06:40 GMT
"A load of bollocks. If I could, if it was physically possible for me to cry, I would be right now." I sigh, sitting down heavily. "Do you mind if I smoke?"
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Post by honker on Apr 29, 2007 18:09:15 GMT
"Course not. So what has been SO bad? It must have been terrible so tell me."
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Post by Michael Watkins on Apr 29, 2007 18:22:13 GMT
"Well, it started off pretty miserably," I begin. "The one year anniversary of my sisters death. Then I make some new friends, everything is pretty cool. Then one of these friends gets stabbed, and damn nearly dies. Then I accidently let slip to one of my friends fiance's about his life-threatening experience and now he's getting flack and she's really pissed. Then, there's this girl, there was this girl. Jo, Joanna Miller. And I was in love with her. Head over heels in love with her. But, I find out she's a death eater, on the side that killed my sister, and we have a massive row. But then everything was great again, and we made up, and I even asked her to marry me. She said yes. Then she says to me, 'Don't wait for me. I'll be gone a while' and disappears off to death eater HQ. Next thing I know, Peter's there holding Jo's dead body." I finish bitterly. "Just about the perfect week, right there."
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Post by honker on Apr 29, 2007 18:24:51 GMT
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry. If it helps my mum and dad were killed before I was one year old. The only person to ever look after me died aswell on the same day. I live in an orphanage where you get beaten daily by the cane and I only have like 5 friends? It's nothing compared to your story but I hope it helps."
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Post by Michael Watkins on Apr 29, 2007 18:26:22 GMT
"Nah, don't like hearing how other people are miserable." I say, lighting a cigarette and breathing smoke across the bar, away from her. "And do you know what one of the worst things about this are?"
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Post by honker on Apr 29, 2007 18:27:07 GMT
"What?"
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Post by Michael Watkins on Apr 29, 2007 18:30:01 GMT
"I can't cry." I half-laugh. "You know, I really want to. But it's physically impossible. Right now, that's the worst thing. I'm sure later, when all this has sunk in, it'll be harder, but right now, that's the worst thing."
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Post by honker on Apr 29, 2007 18:31:15 GMT
"Uhhh. Why can't you cry?" I ask trying not to cry myself.
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Post by Michael Watkins on Apr 29, 2007 18:39:11 GMT
"Physical defect." I shrug sadly. "When my sister was murdered, last year, I was there. I got a nasty knock to the head, damanged my tear ducts, something like that."
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Post by honker on Apr 29, 2007 18:43:56 GMT
"Sounds harsh. Want another firewhiskey?"
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Post by Michael Watkins on Apr 30, 2007 8:01:46 GMT
"Not supposed to. Under strict orders from Rin, not to get too drunk anymore." I shrug. "But what the hell. I have an excuse today, I guess. Yeah, another firewhiskey would be good."
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