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Post by Paige Owen on Dec 9, 2008 15:51:24 GMT -5
Paige rolled her eyes. She wasn't particularly interested in hearing about her sister's struggles. Since Chloe stubbornly refused her help, what could she possibly do for her? And more importantly, what would be in it for her? Paige really was only interested in herself.
"Yeah, whatever. I won't say anything. I;m not even sure anyone would believe me," she said. "Um, I guess I'll just have a butterbeer. And don't go thinking I'm going to give you a really great tip, just because you're my sister. You have to earn it, just like anyone else."
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Post by Chloe Owen on Dec 9, 2008 17:15:34 GMT -5
"I don't expect anything different of you Paige. I'm not asking for any big tip. I'm just going to do my job and treat you just like anyone else." Chloe scribbled down Paige's drink order and gave her one last glance. "Be right back," she said as she turned and walked toward the counter.
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Post by Austin Hancock on Dec 9, 2008 17:19:12 GMT -5
Austin walked toward the Hot Panini for his usual lunch. He wasn't big on cooking so it seemed that he was a regular in the resterant. He walked in and noticed that his usual table was open.
He greeted the lady that was by the door and walked over to his table. Once he was seated, Austin picked up the menu without giving a look around the place.
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Post by Paige Owen on Dec 9, 2008 23:47:24 GMT -5
Paige watched as her sister walked away. There were times when she wished she had a closer relationship with Chloe. But then she saw her again, and the old familiar feelings of jealousy started to creep in. How could she still feel jealous of Chloe, now that her sister was a werewolf? And yet, somehow she still did. Chloe was happy. She was in love. She had friends. Paige had none of those things. Why did Chloe always get everything, while Paige was left with nothing? It wasn't fair.
Bored, Paige started to look around the little restaurant. After a moment, she caught sight of someone familiar and she turned around to get a better look at him. "I know you," she said to him.
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Post by Austin Hancock on Dec 10, 2008 7:24:34 GMT -5
He was thinking about ordering his usual when someone speaking diverted his attention. Austin glanced up and his eyes met a woman's. "Oh really," he said. "You know, that is a wonderful pick up line, although sometimes it may get you a slap in the face." Austin smiled. "Although, I would never dream of hitting a woman. I just mean the other way around. But, yes, I know you too." The more he looked at her, the more he recognized her.
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Post by Paige Owen on Dec 21, 2008 23:45:25 GMT -5
Paige smirked at him. "I don't need to use a pickup line on a guy," she said. "But I've had more than a few of them used on me. And yes, I usually do slap the ones who say them to me."
She tossed her hair over her shoulder and looked him up and down. She couldn't quite place where she knew him from, but she had definitely crossed paths with him before. "Maybe you could refresh my memory and tell me your name."
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Post by Austin Hancock on Dec 22, 2008 9:25:11 GMT -5
"Of course you don't," he replied. "All you have to do is look at them and I'm sure that they come drooling." Austin grinned.
"Analyzing me, are we?" He raised an eyebrow, hiding the grin that wanted to reappear. Austin had an amused look on his face as he sat there as she appeared to be thinking where she had met him. He kept quite as she was thinking. "Austin," he said. "And your name is Paige. That help any?"
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Post by Paige Owen on Jan 30, 2009 16:44:54 GMT -5
Paige looked at him for a minute, thinking. "Austin.." she repeated. "Oh, wait..." she said at last. "I remember you. Didn't you walk me home one night? We met at Spellbound." She rememebered, because she had been sort of hoping he would come in for a while. She had even sort of hinted at it, but didn't openly invite him in.
"It's been a little while. What have you been up to?"
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Post by Austin Hancock on Jan 30, 2009 17:12:21 GMT -5
"She remembers," Austin exclaimed with a grin. "And yes, I did walk you home. Thought it was only right to do so." He just walked her home, nothing else. He wasn't expecting anything else that night. It was just one of those things were he decided to be a gentleman.
"That it has. I've just been here and there, not doing anything special other than going day to day and seeing where that takes me. What about you?"
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Post by Paige Owen on Feb 1, 2009 23:28:42 GMT -5
"Yes, I remember," Paige said. "A gentleman. I have to say, I don't meet many of them. Did I ever properly thank you?"
Really, she couldn't quite understand the whole gentleman thing. She knew he was attracted to her, and she wasn't use to having good-looking guys who were attracted to her, who didn't try to stay the night. It was odd to her.
Impulsively, she stood up and walked over to him. She was twisting in an awkward position to be able to talk to him, and it was really sort of silly. "Mind if I join you?"
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Post by Austin Hancock on Feb 2, 2009 0:01:15 GMT -5
"I don't think you did, but that's quite alright. You don't need to thank me," Austin smiled. He wasn't expecting a thank you. It didn't bother him that she didn't. He did the right thing that night and she didn't slap him or turn him down when he offered to take her home. That to him, was 'thank you' enough.
"Don't mind at all," he said gesturing to the chair infront of him. "I was about to ask you that anyway. You didn't look too comfortable the way you were twisted around."
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Post by Paige Owen on Feb 2, 2009 16:07:59 GMT -5
Paige sat down and leaned toward him with her elbows on the table. "So, how long has it been? A year, maybe? I was in America for about 6 months after that."
And then she'd injured her knee and it had ruined her dancing career. Now she was back here, back home, and trying out a new career. It was weird how quickly things could change. "I was still a dancer when we met. I had to retire. What are you doing these days?"
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Post by Austin Hancock on Feb 2, 2009 16:37:18 GMT -5
"It's been close to a year, yeah. I'm surprised you remember me. I was sure that you would have found some guy that you would have been completely smittened with already." Austin didn't forget her. He didn't really ever forget the girls that he met.
"I'm searching for a job actually. I've been indecisive about where I wanted to work. Writing sounds good, but I'm not sure what I would want to do with that. I could always be a musician. Start playing on the streets trying to earn a few coins." Austin smiled and gave a shrug. "Why did you have to retire from dancing? And what are you doing now?"
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Post by Paige Owen on Feb 7, 2009 17:38:24 GMT -5
She'd gone through several guys since the last time she'd met him, actually. The only guy she really had been with for any length of time was the reporter, and her interest in his job had lasted longer than her interest in him. The truth was, with guys, Paige got bored rather quickly.
"I never forget the ones that get away," she said teasingly, winking at him. "And musicians are sexy. Can you actually play?"
When the conversation turned back around to her, however, she closed up. She really didn't want to talk about the accident that had left her knee shattered and forced her to retire from dancing. It had actually been rather traumatic for her and she didn't like reliving it. So she answered his second question. "I'm a reporter now, for the Daily Prophet."
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Post by Austin Hancock on Feb 7, 2009 19:48:28 GMT -5
Austin laughed. "I can play actually. I just haven't really done it in front of a lot of people. I suppose that I'm more of the type that likes to sit in his apartment for hours writing some kind of song, or learning a song that has already been played." He gave a shrug.
He caught on that Paige didn't answer his first question. Austin studied her face carefully for a moment. There seemed to be something that pained her about dancing because her eyes said it, even if her facial expression didn't. He chose to move right along with her and just skip over the fact that she didn't dance anymore. He wasn't going to have a woman mad at him.
"A reporter? You do kind of remind me of a reporter type." He grinned at her.
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Post by Paige Owen on Feb 8, 2009 0:19:10 GMT -5
Paige wasn't entirely sure what that was supposed to mean. Was it a compliment? Or an insult? Back when she had been a dancer, she had always had people say that she seemed the type, and she had always believed it to be a compliment, because she was so graceful. She later learned that some of them had thought of it as an insult, because she behaved like a spoiled prima donna. But what was typical of reporters? Nosiness? Pushiness? Or did it just mean she was intelligent and articulate?
"Thanks, I think," Paige said. "So tell me, what instrument do you play? Please tell me it's not the accordian."
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Post by Austin Hancock on Feb 8, 2009 0:29:11 GMT -5
"That was a compliment," he said with an amused look. "I haven't any reason to insult you, so don't worry." Paige did look like a dancer, however she did seem to fit a look of a reporter. He didn't mean that in a bad way.
"Darn, I was just about to tell you I play the accordian. I think it's fun." Austin had a half serious look on his face. He let out a laugh. "I'm just kidding. I promise. I don't even know how to play the accordian. I actually play guitar."
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Post by Paige Owen on Feb 8, 2009 0:52:27 GMT -5
Paige smiled. "OK, then," she said. "I guess I'm used to catty types who say things in a different way from what they mean. I hate that, you know? People think they're so clever, but really, they're just mean."
She laughed at his accordian joke. She liked a man who could make her laugh, and Austin did that. There weren't many that could, at least not a real laugh. Sometimes she would fake laugh at guys who thought they were funny, just so she could impress them. She didn't have to do that with Austin.
"Guitars are very sexy," she said. "I'd love to hear you play sometime. You should start a band. I could be your first groupie."
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Post by Austin Hancock on Feb 8, 2009 1:01:07 GMT -5
"I haven't ever really understood those catty types," he said with a shake of his head.
Austin let out another laugh. "Well, I suppose I should say thank you." He gave her a wink. "And you may get lucky one day and hear me play." At the mention of starting a band, he gave a shrug. "I could try to. Of course, there would have to be at least two other people. And you, be the first groupie?" Austin smiled. "Well, I am honored that you have faith that I'm good enough to get a band and already have a groupie."
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Post by Paige Owen on Feb 8, 2009 1:16:31 GMT -5
Paige giggled. "Well, you know, it's not really about being good," she said. "It's really all about image. I dated this guy once who was in a band... he was actually the drummer. And he told me that the key to getting a following in music was in creating a cool image. Sometimes they wear makeup or have crazy hairdos, or they dress all in leather and wiggle their tongues around... talent is only part of what you need. If you have a gimmick, a hook... something to grab onto, then people will follow, and it may not even matter if you can play. For example, you could start off with the fact that you're cute... girls love that sort of thing. Add a guitar, some leather pants and a pair of sunglasses to hide those pretty eyes... trust me. You'll soon have so many groupies, I'll just be another face in the crowd."
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