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Post by Angela Wood on May 17, 2007 1:35:56 GMT
I don't really know why, but I had a horrible need to get sloshed. Pissed, Drunk, inebriated, whatever you want to call it. I marched down to the pub and to the bar, conning a full bottle of firewhiskey from the bartender.
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Post by Remus Lupin on May 18, 2007 17:23:56 GMT
"Ello Ange." I grin, sitting down opposite her. "How goes life?"
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Post by Angela Wood on May 18, 2007 23:40:50 GMT
I shrug. "Chipper I suppose." I take a swig of the firewhiskey. "And How's Moony and Ms. Moony?"
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Post by Remus Lupin on May 19, 2007 9:24:42 GMT
"On the rocks." I say, taking another swig of the firewhiskey I'd brought over here with me. "Midst of a fight. Injured." I half-gesture to my poorly concealed black eye and bruised jaw. "Damn Mika had to get involved and punch me."
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Post by Angela Wood on May 19, 2007 15:19:54 GMT
I nod my head solemnly. "It'll get better, though. You're crazy for each other."
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on May 19, 2007 17:48:15 GMT
I walked in and sat next to Angie. "Lo Moony, Angie." I said as I ordered a firewhiskey.
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Post by Remus Lupin on May 19, 2007 18:26:44 GMT
"Yeah, you're right Ange." I say, blanking Peter and standing up to leave. "Well, see you around."
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Post by Angela Wood on May 19, 2007 18:27:39 GMT
I sigh. "See ya, Moon. Hey Peter." I take another drink from the bottle.
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on May 20, 2007 17:26:29 GMT
"Lo Angie. See ya Moony."
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Post by Angela Wood on May 21, 2007 0:37:08 GMT
I reach over and smack him upside the head. "You two are idiots."
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on May 21, 2007 18:55:50 GMT
"Why?" I asked, taking a sip from a bottle I had just ordered.
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Post by Angela Wood on May 22, 2007 4:22:53 GMT
"Because. I can't have a decent conversation with either of you if the others around. One of you walks in the room and all of a sudden it's like 'Later, Ang.' or 'I'll see you around, Ange.'" I take a sip from my bottle. "Right bunch of pricks you are."
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on May 23, 2007 19:47:32 GMT
I laughed. "Yeah, that's us."
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Post by Angela Wood on May 23, 2007 22:45:50 GMT
I sigh and finish off the bottle.
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on May 25, 2007 0:13:18 GMT
I sighed. "Sorry. We're trying. To not be asses, that is."
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Post by Angela Wood on May 25, 2007 1:11:33 GMT
I shrug. "dShit happens. What can you do? You'll grow out of it though." I laugh and close my eyes, putting my fingers on my temple. "My inner eyes sees it." I drop my hands and bend over, laughing.
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Jun 2, 2007 18:05:54 GMT
I laughed and downed the rest of the bottle. "Your inner eye?"
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Post by Angela Wood on Jun 2, 2007 20:58:38 GMT
I look up at him, still laughing. "I'm psychic, don't you know."
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Jun 7, 2007 0:10:43 GMT
I laughed. "I did not."
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Post by Angela Wood on Jun 7, 2007 2:00:29 GMT
I laugh and take another drink. "Well, I am. I'll show you, if you want."
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Jun 7, 2007 22:56:13 GMT
I grinned and downed my bottle. "Sweet!"
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Post by Angela Wood on Jun 7, 2007 23:06:23 GMT
I take another sip, setting the bottle down. "Okay, give me your hand."
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Jun 7, 2007 23:38:13 GMT
I held my hand out to her.
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Post by Angela Wood on Jun 8, 2007 22:07:40 GMT
I look at his palm for a while then point at one of the creases. "This one says you'll live a moderately long life. IT's got a few little curves in it about halfway, that says you'll have a lot of difficulties."
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Jun 9, 2007 1:57:01 GMT
I looked up at her. "Whose life doesnt?" I asked.
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Post by Angela Wood on Jun 9, 2007 2:57:43 GMT
I shake my head. "Not like these." I hold my palm out next to his, pointing to the same line on my own hand. "If you look at mine, it's shorter and has less little...divots, I suppose you'd call them. Except towards the end. With yours, it starts, I'm guess, in your twenties and continues on till you die. You're going to have quite a few problems in a couple years."
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Jun 13, 2007 19:21:58 GMT
I looked down. "Late teens, early twenties, kinda thing?"
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Post by Angela Wood on Jun 14, 2007 2:40:29 GMT
I shake my head and point to a little bit before that on his life line. "No, that's about here. The divots aren't quite as noticeable as these ones. I'm going to guess mid to late twenties, maybe early thirties."
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Jun 15, 2007 22:42:13 GMT
I looked down and nodded.
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Post by Angela Wood on Jun 16, 2007 0:46:07 GMT
I look at him blankly for a few seconds then slap myself in the forehead. "Idiot. Sorry, Peter. I really shouldn't say things like that."
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