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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on May 25, 2006 22:18:30 GMT -5
"Ah, well do you think that one would know where greyback is? Isn't his intention a werewolf uprising? I'm glad Vampires aren't that fantical about making childe's of there very own." he said eyeing the second pouring of firewhiskey, then shaking himself off of looking at it, then he shook his empty glass at vincent "Would you mind a topper?" he said with a half smile.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on May 25, 2006 22:20:19 GMT -5
Isabella caught the way the bartender looked at her as he gave her the second drink. "What are you looking at?" she said sharply.
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Post by Vincent Corrigan on May 25, 2006 22:23:51 GMT -5
"Nothing," Vincent said. "Just never seen a lady drink like that. What brings you here, anyway?"
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on May 25, 2006 22:26:59 GMT -5
'Damn right she's a lady bub!' thought Voltaire as he looked at his empty glass. 'She shows me up all the time with that qurik of hers!' he thought as vincent put the bottle back behind him.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on May 25, 2006 22:28:11 GMT -5
"You're awfully nosy for a bartender," Isabella said. She took the glass and swallowed the contents in one gulp. Next to her she could feel Voltaire wincing and she broke into a smile. "I'm just meeting someone. And he's late... again." She handed him the glass. "Better make it one more. And why don't you make it the good stuff this time, instead of this watered-down swill?"
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on May 25, 2006 22:33:11 GMT -5
Subject crept out of Voltaire's pocket as he felt his guts tie themselves in knots, 'who the hell is she referring to?! it can't be me because i'm right here! and apparently invisible to the both of them!' Subject climbed up his coat and on to his shoulder and down to the bar nuts. "Ahem! well If you do have better stuff, could i have a port that doesn't have syrup in it?" he snapped at vincent as he took a better bottle out.
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Post by Vincent Corrigan on May 25, 2006 22:33:20 GMT -5
Vincent chuckled. "OK, yeah, hang on." He reached under the bar and pulled out a dusty bottle of fine, untainted firewhiskey. Pouring her a glass, he handed it to her. Then, at Voltaire's request, he got down a bottle of the premium port and poured a glass. "So, yeah, about Greyback... there's a rumor that one of the kids he turned is at Hogwarts now. We haven't been able to find out his name, or get any confirmation on that, but if we could find him, now might be a good time to turn him over to our side, before Greyback can get to him."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on May 25, 2006 22:36:00 GMT -5
"well I think I just might try. I'm here in Hogsmead anyway, I could find out whom this kid is and talk with him" he said looking at Subject eatting a cashew.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on May 25, 2006 22:40:55 GMT -5
Isabella took her third glass of firewhiskey and walked over to a table in the corner where she could watch Voltaire without looking obvious about it. She sipped this glass, enjoying the burning sensation in her throat. Something told her that the idiot she was supposed to meet was not going to show up--again--but suddenly she didn't care. She tried to listen in on Voltaire's conversation about a possible werewolf at the school and mentally ran down some possible candidates in her head.
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Post by Vincent Corrigan on May 25, 2006 22:45:24 GMT -5
"OK, that would be great. Maybe your source at Hogwarts can help you out. Even though in the past, werewolves weren't allowed at the school, I really wouldn't be shocked if it were true. Dumbledore is a lot more... accepting than many other headmasters have been." He looked over at Isabella, who now seemed to be watching them intently from a table in the corner. "Seriously, that woman... she's something else, huh? Don't get many like her in here. You're sure you've never met her? It seems like she's watching you."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on May 25, 2006 22:47:03 GMT -5
Isa was out of his sight, that wasn't exactly what he wanted, Subject was stuffing himself with nuts, and he had a new bit of information "ahem...My glass is still empty!" he said feeling ignored. "Oh her? she's probably Stunned by my charming good looks, Your not exactly a head turner, son." he said feeling very vindictive about making fun of his blad head and pushbroom mustach.
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Post by Vincent Corrigan on May 26, 2006 10:03:30 GMT -5
Vincent arched his eyebrow at him. "Yeah, well, I'm not so crazy about this disguise myself. Gives me bad visions of my possible future. But if I looked more like myself right now, she might be looking at me that way and not you."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on May 26, 2006 11:05:28 GMT -5
"Of that i doubt! You have the look of a man that's swallowed a lemon. Or at least one that has some motal battle with his soul." Voltaire smiled at Vincents' raised eyebrow.
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Post by Vincent Corrigan on May 26, 2006 11:12:39 GMT -5
((LOL! Mortal battle with his soul...))
"I don't know what you're implying," Vincent said, "but I usually do OK with the ladies. Of course, that one might be out of both our leagues. She's way too classy to be in this craphole."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on May 26, 2006 12:05:42 GMT -5
"sure you do!"He said sarcasticly" You don't look like you'd be fun loving and free unless you had a wand at your head..." he said smiling even wider. "And i'm willing to bet I could get her to talk to me...For oh i don't know your best bottle of elvish Port, and not the sweetened stuff!"
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Post by Vincent Corrigan on May 26, 2006 13:34:07 GMT -5
"Well, that may be true, but not all women are looking for that type," Vincent said. He held the bottle of port in his hand, yet still didn't pour a glass. Instead he pointed at the door. "You can try to talk to her, but it looks like the guy she was waiting for just showed up." A man with short, spiky blonde hair had entered and was now walking toward Isabella.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on May 26, 2006 13:43:30 GMT -5
Now Voltaire Looked like he swallowed a lemon. Who the F*** was he!? Somewhere in the back of his mind a snide voice said 'Didn't figure you'd be the jealous type!' but instead he leaned back looked at the bottle and said "forget it, just pour me a good glass, And even if some women don't care for my charm good humor and looks, It's better than being fat blad and with a push broom!" he said smiling a wide smile and giving a small chuckle.
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Post by Vincent Corrigan on May 26, 2006 13:48:07 GMT -5
Vincent poured the port into his glass. "Hey, I never said this was an attractive disguise, but it doesn't have to be. It doesn't attract attention, and that's the point. Too bad her date showed up, I'm sure it would have been very entertaining to watch you try to talk to her."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on May 26, 2006 14:07:49 GMT -5
Voltaire sneered "Well, i wouldn't of just tried i would have succeeded as well. The Classy types dig me." he said taking the glass and taking a deep drink of it.
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Post by Vincent Corrigan on May 26, 2006 14:35:58 GMT -5
Vincent shrugged. "Well, I guess we'll never know for sure now, will we?" he said. He set down the bottle and walked around to the other side of the bar. "I'm going to see if her friend needs a drink."
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