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Post by Robert S on Oct 23, 2008 1:07:13 GMT -5
Robert S. left his mind numbing and boring day job to abuse the pavement toward Stu's Bar. It was a hole, anyone who walked by it would say it was a hole, but he felt comfortable there for one reason or another. He had been picking out the beginning of a song, well more than picking, he was already reworking a piano bit. The words were always the hardest part, what would this sound like together? It didn't matter if it started out "do it yourself" once the right people heard this latest from him, he was sure he could get more people to lend an ear to it. In the mean time he ordered a pint and waited for his friend Martin to show up. He wondered why they even became friends, Martin was always so reserved.
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Post by Martin G. on Oct 23, 2008 1:23:10 GMT -5
Martin was flicking the last cigarette he was going to have until he scrapped together more money. he inhaled deeply, letting the smoke burn a black mark of tar on his lungs before he let it out in a dragon's cloud through his nostrils. He was going to miss that smell of sweet and bitter tobacco, until of course he got another pack. He flicked away the filter and pushed the door open to his, and Robert's, favorite bar. Sure enough Robert was already with pint in hand and shaking his foot in a jittery movement.
"Oy! Bob you've been out flying kites without me?" It was a joke of course, both Robert and he were more than a bit beyond that stage of their lives, didn't mean of course they didn't sometimes brew their own, but it wasn't like the used to. Martin suspected that Robert missed that sometimes. He sat down and was given a pint before his arse found a proper hold of the seat.
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Post by Robert S on Oct 28, 2008 23:32:37 GMT -5
Robert laughed into his beer, "Yeah! when I see you sky as a kite as high as I might,I can't get that high!" and he sat his beer back down on the table standing up to pat his friend on the back as Martin walked to the table. "So! what you've been up to? Still babysitting at that old string and box shop in lower London?" Martin lived in London, Robert wondered if it inspired him or if he hoped to be noticed more there, either way he figured both Wizards and Muggles didn't really figure out the kind of sound Martin always poured out, but damn it all he did it well.
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