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Post by Maggie O'Neil on Jul 29, 2009 0:49:54 GMT -5
So this was Hogsmeade. Maggie was unimpressed. Admittedly, it took quite a lot to impress her, but still... it seemed like a pretty rinkydink little town. There were a couple of restaurants, a bakery, an art gallery (at least the place had some culture), and all the usual shops. But mostly, there were bars. The Hog's Head, which she made a mental note to stay far away from, and the Three Broomsticks. On the way into town, she had also spotted another bar, and a nightclub. Just like any other town... it was more interested in helping its citizens get drunk than actually have any culture.
Still, she was thirsty. It had been a long journey, and she was ready to just sit down and enjoy a glass of butterbeer. She stood a moment, eying the Three Broomsticks. It definitely looked cleaner and brighter than the other two bars in town. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Maybe this was the more family-friendly bar. The emergence of a group of school aged children from the bar seemed to cement this idea in her head. Surely the baser elements of society would avoid a place like this.
Besides, she was no shrinking violet. If some jerk gave her a hard time, she was more than capable of defending herself. It would be fine.
Fixing a confident expression on her face, she walked into the pub and headed straight for the bar. "I'll have a glass of butterbeer, please," she said politely.
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Post by Tyler Lyons on Jul 29, 2009 1:06:44 GMT -5
It wasn't the first time Tyler had been kicked out of the Hog's Head. But he knew that there weren't that many pretty women hanging around there anyway. Yes, he muched prefered the Three Broomsticks. He also knew that as long he was well behaved...whatever that meant...he wouldn't get kicked out.
Tyler walked through the door and headed straight to his usually seat, to find someone was in it. She was pretty though, so he took a seat right next to her. "Fire whisky please," he said to the bartender, not taking his eyes off the woman next to him.
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Post by Maggie O'Neil on Jul 29, 2009 1:12:53 GMT -5
Maggie didn't even turn at the sound of the voice next to her. From the thickness or his words, it sounded as if he was already three sheets to the wind, and she really wasn't interested in talking to an individual like that. As the bartender placed a glass of butterbeer in front of her, she could feel the man's eyes on her. Great. Just what she needed. Some drunk drooling over her.
She smiled at the bartender and handed him the appropriate number of coins before she slipped off of her stool and walked over to an empty table nearby. She never even turned to look at the guy.
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Post by Tyler Lyons on Jul 29, 2009 1:25:18 GMT -5
"Ouch," he whispered to himself. Not even a look his way. He spun in his chair and watched her go to a table. Too late, Tyler was interested. He picked up his drink and stood up, walking over to her table. "May I sit," He asked, somewhat surprised he hadn't stumbled over anything on his way to her table. He must be getting better at this drunk thing.
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Post by Maggie O'Neil on Jul 29, 2009 1:34:33 GMT -5
Maggie cursed under her breath as she saw the guy get up and follow her. It was her first look at him, and she was equally unimpressed. He was quite obviously drunk, and it seemed as if each step took an enormous amount of concentration. She was honestly surprised that he managed to stay upright.
As he approached, she looked away and ran over several different possible responses to the inevitable question. She could tell him she was waiting for a man, but that would quickly prove to be a lie. She could tell him she was a lesbian, but she was beginning to find that only intrigued most men more. Or she could just tell him she wasn't interested and to get lost.
She had decided on the last choice, when he reached her table and asked if he could sit. She raised her eyebrow at him. "I don't know. Think you can actually find the chair?"
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Post by Tyler Lyons on Jul 29, 2009 1:47:19 GMT -5
"Course I can," Tyler said, taking that as an invitation to sit with her. He found a chair at the table behind him and scooted it up so that hed sit next to her. Closley.
"Never seen you here before," Tyler slured. "Trust me, I'd remember..." He gulped his drink. "...a perdy face."
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Post by Maggie O'Neil on Jul 29, 2009 2:01:47 GMT -5
Maggie rolled her eyes. Again, she was very surprised that he was able to sit on the chair and not fall on his behind. When he moved very close to her, she instantly edged her chair backward. She couldn't move far, but at least she was able to move far enough away that she couldn't smell the alcohol on his breath.
"Am I supposed to be impressed by that?" she said in a lofty tone. "Because I'm not. At all."
Sometimes she really hated being pretty. Why couldn't she have a bad acne problem, or stringy hair, or a large, crooked nose? She always attracted unwanted attention like this and it was annoying.
"Look... I'm sure you're a great guy.... when you're sober... but I'm really not interested, OK?"
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Post by Tyler Lyons on Jul 29, 2009 11:20:35 GMT -5
The thing was, when Tyler was drunk, he missed certian things. Like, the look of disgust on her face when he talked to her. To any sober man, it would be obviously that all Tyler shoudl do now was get up, apologize, and walk away.
But RARELY was Tyler ever a sober man. "Not interested?" Tyler slured. "Sweetie, I'm not going to pretend I hvaen't heard that a thousand times. Don't worry, You'll warm up to me..." he scooted his chair closer. "I'll warm up with you..." he slung his arm over her shoulder.
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Post by Maggie O'Neil on Jul 29, 2009 11:35:01 GMT -5
Maggie rolled her eyes at this comment. "Oh, I'm sure I will, after 5 or 6 glasses of firewhiskey," she said with a delicate snort. "How much have you had? Half a bottle?"
When he draped his arm across her shoulder, however, her reaction went from disdain to outright disgust. "Ew, no," she said, shoving his arm away and scooting her chair around to the other side of the table. She hadn't even been able to have so much as one sip from her butterbeer and she was getting annoyed.
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Post by Tyler Lyons on Jul 29, 2009 11:51:30 GMT -5
When she scooted away from him, Tyler, who was leaning on her still, fell to the floor in a thud. "Playing hard to get eh?" Tyler mumbled to himself as he strugled to stand up an get into his chair again. He finished the glass in front of him and turned to the bar. "Hey, can I get another," He called out loudly. Then he turned back to the girl.
"I'm sorry," he said. "I've been quite rude, haven''t even introduced myslef," he said and held out his hand to her. "I'm Ryder...no, wait, I'm Tyler. Ryder is my cousin," he said, a look of confusion passing his face.
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Post by Maggie O'Neil on Jul 29, 2009 12:10:49 GMT -5
Maggie couldn't help herself; she burst out laughing when he hit the floor. Really, this guy was utterly ridiculous. Did other girls actually like this kind of thing? Or was it necessary to be equally drunk to see the appeal?
While he was on the ground, she reached across the table and grabbed her butterbeer, pulling it over to the other side of the table. She was drinking from it when he extended his hand to her, and she eyed him over the top of her glass. "Really?" she said in disbelief. "Merlin, would you look at yourself? You're so drunk that you can't even remember your own name."
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Post by Tyler Lyons on Jul 29, 2009 12:58:30 GMT -5
He raised an eyebrow at her, but didn't put his hand down. In fact he simply leaned more across the table and stuck out his arm more, just in case she couldn't reach it. "I remembered," Tyler said. "I'm just usually here with my cousin, HE'S Ryder...not me." He shook his head.
Still, she hadn't revealed her name, and Tyler frowned. "Come on Sweetie, I gave you two names, you can't give me one?" He pouted.
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Post by Maggie O'Neil on Jul 29, 2009 13:20:52 GMT -5
"Oh, I see," she said, still not taking his hand, which she felt would be encouraging him. "You aren't capable of coherent thought without your wing man, is that it? You really are ridiculous, you know that?"
If it weren't for the fact that he was so completely trashed, she might have been angrier with him. But he wasn't even threatening to her at the moment... he was just too ridiculous to take seriously.
"I'm Maggie. Although I might as well tell you I'm Eleanor Roosevelt, for all you'll remember."
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Post by Tyler Lyons on Jul 29, 2009 16:32:32 GMT -5
"Elmo Viserbelt is too difficult to say anyway," Tyler said. His next drink had arived and he began drinking that, his hand still out streatched. He should have known by now she wasn't going to take it.
"Maggie, that's easier..." By now, Tyler was impatient. Maybe he should have stuck with the muggle bars, it was easier to impress women there, and a much faster process in getting them back to his apartment.
Maybe Maggie was just pretending to be difficult. "Well nice to meet you Maggie," He could reach her hand now that he was practically leaning on top of the table, and he grasped her hand and shook it. "I'm Tyler." He added, forgetting he already introduced himself. He pulled her forward a little so he could see her better, his vision was now a little blury. "What do you say we get out of here huh?" he hinted, eyebrows wagging.
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Post by Maggie O'Neil on Jul 29, 2009 16:47:20 GMT -5
By now, it had occurred to Maggie that he would probably be hitting on her no matter what she looked like. Her misfortune wasn't her looks, it was the fact that she was pretty much the only single female close enough for him to see through his red-rimmed eyes.
She delicately disengaged her hand from his grasp. "I wish I could say it was a pleasure, Tyler, but I was taught never to lie."
And then there was the inevitable question. She rolled her eyes again. "Are you kidding me? Really? Why would I want to go anywhere with you, when you're obviously about 20 minutes from passing out in a pool of your own vomit? Seriously, what part of 'I'm not interested' did you not understand?"
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Post by Tyler Lyons on Jul 29, 2009 17:59:21 GMT -5
"Hey," Tyler said. "I'll have you know I DO NOT vomit in a pool," he pointed a finger at her. "That would be disgusting! I wouldn't be interested in it either!" Her words were all jumbled up to him now, and he had simply assumed that she was as willing as he was to get out of here.
"Come on babe..." Tyler said, standing up and walking over to her side. "Lets go," he reached for her hand and tugged it a little.
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Post by Maggie O'Neil on Jul 29, 2009 18:16:55 GMT -5
Whatever good humor she had displayed up to this point was gone when he started tugging on her hand. "Don't touch me!" she said, rather loudly as she tried to pull her hand away.
It had clearly been a mistake coming in here tonight. Bars were the same in every town, and they attracted the same types of lowlifes. Men like her father, who had no respect for women.
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Post by Andrew Hurst on Jul 29, 2009 18:29:34 GMT -5
Having finally finished the small problems around his house, like that leaky sink pipe, Andrew made his way to the Three Broomsticks. If he was alone, he usually avoided the Hog's Head. Goodness knew he would end up in some kind of trouble because someone else started it.
The bar maid knew his order already, so she had it ready just as he reached the bar. Andrew thanked her and paid for his drink. Bringing the mug to his lips, he couldn't help but hear the people not to far from him. From the sound of it, the woman knew what she was doing and Andrew didn't need any kind of trouble, so he just stayed where he was.
Before he finished his drink, it sounded like things were getting worse. The man couldn't take no for an answer. Turning around, Andrew noticed that he had his hand on the woman after she told him no. He set his mug down on the bar and walked over to the table.
"Excuse me, Tyler," began Andrew. He overheard both of their names while he couldn't help but hear what was going on. "The lady said she wasn't interested, so let go."
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Post by Tyler Lyons on Jul 29, 2009 23:58:58 GMT -5
Tyler swung around and nearly lost his balance when someone said his name. He had never seen the guy before, so he didn't know how he knew Tyler's name. Tyler assumed the guy was trying to get him out of the picture so he could hit on Maggie. Well, tough luck for him, Tyler though, I got her first.
"Whodoyou think you are..." Tyler slured, glaring at the guy. He wasn't an angry or a mean drunk, but he was pretty territorial. "Get your own girl!" He swayed a little.
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Post by Maggie O'Neil on Jul 30, 2009 0:16:00 GMT -5
Oh, great, now here came the obligatory "knight in shining armor," no doubt attempting to win her favor by proving himself to be gallant and heroic as he "saved" her from the babbling drunkard. She was no more impressed by this than she was by Tyler's drunken rambling. And besides, she didn't need saving. Tyler was wasted; a mere push to his shoulder and he'd go down like a sack of potatoes.
But at least he'd released her hand. Angrily, she swung her hand around and slapped Tyler in the face. "I am not your girl!" she snapped. "I told you I wasn't interested, when is that going to get through your thick head?"
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