Abraham Grey
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Post by Abraham Grey on Jul 31, 2009 15:33:07 GMT 1
Almost as an afterthought Abe gave a pathetic cough, pulling a face as a belated reaction to the unpleasant burn of the alcohol. Deciding that focusing on alcohol was far preferable to contemplating that his tongue had just been in Silas’s daughter’s mouth, he made a mental note that he didn’t like absinthe very much, vowing to stick to whiskey from there on out. However, for the purposes of potentially pickling his brain to the point of forgetting the absinthe would do.
Logic (and plenty of experience drinking) told him that the swig he’d taken would be more than enough to make him pleasantly tipsy once the alcohol hit his system. Abe didn’t want pleasantly tipsy though, he wanted drunk enough to pretend this wasn’t happening, so he steeled himself and downed another generous mouthful. His reaction to the taste was a little stronger and more instant this time round, anticipation winning out against his shock. He let his arm drop, fingers curled loosely around the neck of the bottle with no thought to offering it to either Lilith or back to Silas.
He was too busy watching the exchange between father and daughter to bother with such trivial pleasantries. It had been mind boggling enough when Silas had told him Nathaniel seemed to have come back from the dead or something and now there was a previously unmentioned daughter thrown into the mix. If Silas was as surprised Abe he was doing a remarkable job of hiding it, it was only the initial shock that made him think Silas hadn’t been expecting this. Then again Silas hadn’t just been playing tonsil hockey with Lilith. Which, admittedly, would have been even worse for the club owner. Not that the kissing had been bad for Abe, but that hardly seemed to matter now that Lilith had dropped her bombshell on them.
”Uhh,” Abe didn’t particularly want to interrupt the impromptu reunion. A reunion, he’d like to point out, that he hadn’t wanted to be involved in to begin with. Drawing attention to himself might remind Silas what he’d just been doing. ”I’ll just be… Over there.” He pointed in the general direction of his previous spot at the bar, swaying a little as he moved his arm. That alone should have been enough to warn Abe that perhaps something as coordinated as walking was beyond him.
Aiming to sidle away unnoticed, absinthe bottle still in hand as he was growing quite attached to it and the relief it brought from a mentally scarring situation, he lifted a foot and almost careened sideways into Silas as he lost his balance, arms flailing in a way that really wasn’t helping. Abe frowned, recovering clumsily from his face’s near up close and personal brush with the floor. ”On second thoughts perhaps I’ll just stay here.” [/font]
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Post by Silas Rosier on Aug 2, 2009 11:20:43 GMT 1
”-Lawrence, Kansas-”
Alright so he had gotten the location and the mother correct. Again, fuck, speak about forever ago. He could barely even recall the place, aside from the fact it had been shockingly unremarkable and the Southern accents had stopped being such a novelty after a while. As for Rebecca, if his memory was right he had been juggling her and some blonde at the same time and Rebecca had been his primary go-to girl because she had been much better at giving head.
At least as far as appearance went, it was obvious Lilith didn’t take after his side of the family. He wasn’t noticing any major physical similarities between himself and his apparent ‘daughter’. Really, if it wasn’t for the fact she knew about Kansas and looked vaguely like her mother, Silas would be far more inclined to keep believing it was a send up. However the evidence wasn’t looking good for that train of thought.
And, damn. That ruled Nathaniel out. So he was supposed to believe that two previously estranged relatives had brought it upon themselves individually to fly up to harass him, within days of each other? Jesus fucking Christ, talk about the most awesome luck in the world.
”Anyway, I got curious about you since my mom always told me I was just like you so here I am,”
Really? Was she starting to wonder if changing her surname to prevent this happening again was a good idea too? Silas Relativescanfuckoff didn’t exactly have a ring to it, but it got the point across. In any case, a younger, female version of him running around causing havoc hadn’t exactly featured prominently on his wish list, at all, ever. And who in the hell just showed up without even owling first? Just his family, apparently.
“This’ll be interesting then,” to put it mildly, he said with a practised geniality. “Glad to finally have you here after all these years.” No, not at all. Fuck off and go home. “Can I ask, where are you staying?” Far, far away is fine. If she was expecting his financial assistance with that, she had another thing coming. She was old enough to look after herself now.
Abe then chose to remind him of his presence by announcing his intended absence then immediately nearly crashing into him. As Abe recovered from his almost fall Silas grabbed him warily by the arm in case he tried that stunt again and succeeded in creating a human domino effect. Yeesh, no wonder he’d gotten himself trashed that quickly with that much alcohol that fast.
“Woah, Abe, hold up a bit. I’d like to talk to you when this is over,” he said, moving his hand up to grasp the other man by the shoulder as though to stop him slipping off. Silas didn’t intend to let the little chat with Lilith go on for longer than was strictly necessary and after that, he was going to need some company. That and he didn’t fancy the idea of Abe disappearing without at least putting the bottle on a tab.
The bartender then decided to return from the back room, and upon seeing Silas was busy, shook her head when he looked at her and went back to work. Rickie clearly hadn’t finished his half of the stock report. Okay, another one for his to-do-list: Yell at the other Connery.
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Post by Lilith Tippet on Aug 7, 2009 10:33:51 GMT 1
A little more attentive now than before, Lilith watched Silas as worked things over trying to remember her mom. Was introducing yourself to estranged parents always this amusing? ”Glad to finally meet you after all these years,” not really, the girl said with a pleasant sort of smile. Hunting out Silas had sounded exciting when she’d thought of it back in Kansas and the hunt itself had kept her occupied but now she’d actually met the man he was nothing special. He was either one of those gentlemanly types who handled shocks like this well or a very good actor.
”Some dodgy place called The Three Broomsticks,” Lilith drawled, her attention begin pulled elsewhere. It seemed that little swig of absinthe Abe had taken had rendered him practically legless. She was slightly disappointed when Silas said he wanted to speak with him, drunken sex was always fun but the professor was needed elsewhere for tonight. Shame, she supposed she could always pick up some other random. The guy staying in a room down the hall wasn’t bad to look at even if he was a little jumpy.
”Well I’m gonna go, let you two have some alone time though I’d sober him up first,” she said lazily, jerking a thumb at Abe as if Silas didn’t know who she was talking about. ”Later professor,” she said sweetly to the drunken man before turning on her heels and leaving. Well that was what he called underwhelming. Lack lustre man, lack lustre.
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Abraham Grey
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Post by Abraham Grey on Aug 12, 2009 12:04:41 GMT 1
Abe watched Silas and Lilith exchange pleasantries with a kind of bemused confusion. He wouldn’t be surprised if they started talking about the weather. Was that how you were supposed to react when previously unknown kids showed up on your doorstep? He didn’t think he’d be nearly so composed if an Abe Junior popped up. Try swearing (much like he’d done this time round) and perhaps waving an accusing finger at his groin for ruining what had been a perfectly enjoyable act by producing a sprog out of it. He considered tutting at Silas’s crotch for him, but he wasn’t nearly drunk enough to think that pointing at another man’s groin was a good idea.
Silas grabbed his arm as he swayed and, while Abe appreciated the added support to keep him upright, he was quite sure a friendly grip wasn’t quite supposed to be so tight. Like some pincered crabby thing had latched onto his arm. What was it Idris set on the first years? Oh yeah, blast-ended skrewts; not fun, but short of flailing and falling over there was little Abe could do to dislodge Silas’s hand. He couldn’t very well decline to sticking around for a while when Silas had hold of his elbow either. ”Sure,” He agreed a little sullenly, feeling uncannily like a student about to get a telling off.
”The Three Broomsticks isn’t dodgy.” He slurred, defending it for some inexplicable reason even though he rarely chose to visit it, but that was only because it was considered upmarket enough for students to go in, so not dodgy at all really. ”If you want dodgy you should try the Hog’s Head.” Abe sounded more pleased than judgemental that the pub was a bit grotty. ”They have vampires you know.” He added in a stage whisper loud enough to carry across the entirety of the bar and pawed at his face in a move that might have been tapping his nose secretively had he been infinitely more sober.
Abe glared at Lilith when she suggested he should sober up, but managed to forget the offence as she called him professor. Nobody called him professor. Well that wasn’t strictly true as his students called him that all the time, but they certainly never said it like she did. ”Bye!” He called after her, the dreamy laugh that escaped as he watched her go far too close to a giggle to be considered manly. Only once he was certain there were no more glimpses of Lilith’s rear to be had he turned back to Silas and let out a low theatrical whistle, as though that summed up the whole bizarre experience. [/font]
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Post by Silas Rosier on Aug 15, 2009 20:02:59 GMT 1
”I’d sober him up first.”
Yeah, that had always been plan. What, now she was zeroing in on his brainwaves too?
For a first meeting, this could have gone better. Despite the fact Silas hadn’t been left with the impression that Lilith was particularly bright, he could almost swear he could see the words ‘potential pain the neck’ scrawled all over her in neon ink. At least she hadn’t asked for money yet, which put her half a step above Nate at the very least.
And then she was gone.
What a bizarre girl. Flying all the way up from another country, putting everything behind her to meet a long lost relative, only to wander off in less than five minutes for no apparent reason? He couldn’t pretend his family was entirely sane, but it seemed stranger than usual even for a Rosier and Silas quickly found himself questioning her motives for coming up in the first place. Was she running from trouble back home? Or was she after something else in England and using him as a convenient excuse? Who knew. Sneaky bitch.
At Abe’s whistle, Silas chuckled humorlessly as if agreeing and relinquished his arm. “Yeah, I hear you. If you ever planned to tell me you’re my ninth cousin eight times removed, now’s not the time.” Although considering the amount of inbreeding in the old pureblood families, for all Silas knew that could be entirely possible. In any case he’d happily swap Abe for Nate in a heartbeat. At least he could be sure Abe wouldn’t try and barge into Gringotts and try and blast his safe open.
First things first, Silas aimed his wand in Abe’s direction and allowed a sobering charm to wash over the man. “Now, Abe, haven’t I taught you anything?” he said, in a tone as though pretending to admonish him as he turning his head to survey the fully stocked bar. “If you want to get drunk, you have to do it properly. And I think, after tonight, we’re both going to need it.” He summoned over one of the more older and expensive Scotch Fire whiskeys and put it down on the bar in front of the Professor.
“And just because I need to ask, what was happening back there between you and-” Yeah. Still felt too early to say ‘My Daughter’ just yet. He gave an empty gesture in place of her name instead.
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Abraham Grey
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Post by Abraham Grey on Aug 17, 2009 10:30:39 GMT 1
Abe rubbed at his elbow when Silas released his grip, exaggerating the move as though he was massaging the feeling back into his entire arm and looking affronted. He didn’t need help to stand up, he was far too experienced at being drunk to fall over while doing it. Admittedly he was usually more of a slow build up drinker and all that absinthe hitting his system in one go probably hadn’t done him much good, but he had grace and coordination and why was the room spinning like that?
He looked at Silas a little horrified at the thought that they might be related, albeit distantly, via their pureblood family lines. If there was one thing worse than having his tongue in the mouth of Silas’s daughter it was having his the tongue in the mouth of his maybe, possibly niece. Such was his level of worry about this possibility that Abe began to count various family members off on his fingers, mumbling names like ‘Great Auntie Morticia’. And he was so busy with the task of drunkenly cataloguing his relatives that he entirely missed the sobering charm Silas cast in his direction. At least until he couldn’t ignore it any more because the pleasant, alcohol induced haze that had settled over him was lifted rather abruptly.
”That was a tad unsporting of you Silas.” He grumbled, letting the hand that had been keeping count of his family members drop, the task wasn’t nearly so engrossing now he was sober and besides he was pretty sure he’d included cousin Cecily twice. If he was going to be checking whether he was related to Silas he was going to do it properly, with lists and highlighters and research. Abe gave a little grin at the thought, but that was a task for another time. Right then Silas was right, they needed to get thoroughly smashed. It certainly didn’t hurt that the club owner had sweetened the deal with some pretty high calibre firewhiskey, even if the cost of it would likely end up on his tab anyway.
”Excellent idea,” Abe agreed, grinning as he exchanged the absinthe bottle in his hand for the firewhiskey on the counter. It only took a couple of summoning charms in quick succession for him to have a tumbler complete with ice cubes in front of him on the bar. Naturally the next step was to pour himself a rather generous double, which he never got to drink because the question Silas asked next stopped him in his tracks. The question that he’d somehow managed to forget was coming while being sidelined by the prospect for good company and better booze.
”Oh… That. Uh…” He tugged awkwardly at his collar, feeling a faint flush rise on his cheeks. Abe hadn’t been this embarrassed since his mother had caught him with his pants around his ankles and a cut-out of Hermione Granger from the Daily Prophet. He never had been very good at meeting the parents either and really he felt it was particularly unfair that he was doing it now and he hadn’t even managed to get past the light petting stage first. Made even worse by the fact that it was Silas Fucking Rosier. ”She was rather persuasive with her… Smalltalk.” Abe finished lamely.
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Post by Silas Rosier on Aug 19, 2009 10:28:50 GMT 1
“It’s alright,” Silas assured Abe quickly, recovering the absinthe bottle and taking a quick glance to see how much the man had managed to waste in one go. Hmm, it could be worse. If he ran out he could always get another bottle.
In any case as far as he was concerned Abe owed him some of that whiskey now. Without skipping a beat he put the liquor back down out of Abe’s reach and grabbed the man’s glass while he was temporarily preoccupied with what looked like embarrassment, although why he was so red in the face Silas really couldn’t guess. Then again, the fact Silas had never felt embarrassed in his life may be a contributing factor to that one.
“I mean, fuck, it’s not like I know her or anything,” he continued between mouthfuls of Abe’s scotch, drumming the fingers of his other hand quietly on the bar as if in thought. The only reason he’d even asked was because he was curious about who had come onto whom first. Assuming Abe was being trustworthy and not just spewing out the answer he thought was least likely to get him castrated, the answer would appear to be ‘Lilith’. “Just just to let you know, whatever you had in mind, I don’t care. She’s not my daughter.” Hang on. Rephrase. “Or, well, you know what I mean. Besides, better you than half the other men here.” Abe could consider that the official parental approval. And, hell, the thought of a new conquest might get his attention off Jac at any rate, at least for a while.
The whiskey now gone, Silas put the tumbler back down between them. It was going to take more than that for him to start feeling many of the effects, so he quickly summoned another glass, leaving Abe to either get himself another too or reuse the one Silas had nicked. And fuck, where there no more seats left anywhere? Like hell he wanted to keep standing. Once enough liquor had disappeared they may need to retreat to his office, but until then, why waste the entertainment?
“In any case, we have more important matters to discuss,” Silas continued, eager to diverge off the topic of surprise family reunions for the time being, especially since he still had no idea how he was expected to react. What were some good words to toss around if someone asked? Confused? Overwhelmed? Never mind, he could busy himself with that later. “It’s your thirtieth birthday in a few days isn’t it?” he asked, giving Abe a quick look. “Don’t think I plan to let that one go unmarked.”
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Abraham Grey
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Post by Abraham Grey on Aug 19, 2009 13:29:00 GMT 1
Abe was quite preoccupied mentally preparing himself for a response along the lines of ‘lay a hand on my daughter once more and I’ll make sure you never touch anything again by snapping your fingers off and feeding them to Jacaranda’s duck’, which was a legitimate concern because he was fairly sure when Silas threatened somebody he kept his word. About the only time he could be trusted really. So he was rather confused when the words that came out of Silas’s mouth weren’t the ones he’d been expecting at all.
”What?” He asked dumbly, not even protesting as Silas snagged his drink, for that was the level of his confusion. He frowned down at the bar and for a moment it seemed as though he was going to notice the absence of his tumbler, but instead he poked an accusing finger into Silas’s chest a couple of times. ”You should be protecting her honour! I am a cad, I might be taking advantage of her.” Abe scolded, losing a little of his righteous indignation when he realised it might not be a good idea to encourage Silas to be mad at him.
”Not that I am.” He corrected quickly looking sheepish. And he couldn’t help feeling more than a little pleased as Silas said he was better than most of the men at Scores. Well he’d only said half, but Abe was willing to dismiss that as a miscalculation in percentages. It was as close as he was going to get to parental blessing anyway, not that it made much difference in the short term. He could hardly give Silas a high-five and then ditch him to chase after Lilith so they could pick up where they left off.
Like Silas, Abe was more than happy to leave the subject of Lilith behind. ”We do?” He asked absentmindedly as he stared forlornly at his empty whiskey tumbler. Just because he’d helped himself to Silas’s liquor didn’t mean he had to return the favour. Abe considered summoning himself another glass then decided it wasn’t worth the effort of casting another spell and poured himself another shot, turning the glass childishly so he wouldn’t be drinking from the side as Silas. Yes he was willing to suck face with the guy’s daughter, but that didn’t mean he wanted to share his saliva. Gross.
Silas’s choice of topic caused Abe to knock back the whiskey in one go, scowling as he swallowed the firey liquid. ”I don’t want to celebrate.” He groaned sulkily. ”Why would I? It’s going to be awful.” Abe might have had the tact to keep his reluctance to become 30 quiet around Jacaranda, but he wasn’t going to spare Silas’s feelings on the subject. ”There will need to be at least the same number of boobs as my age for me to even consider it.” He added, yeah he didn’t want to get older, but he was hardly going to pass up the rather unique opportunity that Silas’s line of work afforded him.
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Post by Silas Rosier on Aug 20, 2009 9:00:25 GMT 1
“I might be taking advantage of her,” Abe reprimanded him huffily, and Silas overlooked the few rough jabs to the chest because as far as he was concerned there was no way Abe couldn’t be joking. After all, who the hell told someone off for not getting angry at them over a small matter?
“Honestly? It looked more like she was the one taking advantage of you,” Silas laughed in response. “If you ask me I need to be defending your honour.”
That, and Ms. Tippet was clearly the type of woman who liked to lose her honour at every possible opportunity. He’d been around long enough to recognise the type; although, it wasn’t exactly as though Lilith had made it hard for him to spot. You know, what with the sucking on random strangers faces in Strip Clubs and all. Trying to ‘protect her honour’ would be about as successful as trying to singlehandedly stage a coup on the Ministry of Magic, and like hell he going to give himself a headache bothering over someone he didn’t give two shits about because someone else thought he was obligated to.
“She’s a grown woman, she can do what she likes,” he added, half starting to wonder why the fuck they were even having this conversation.
Back to the birthday. Abe was, again, as subtle as always. He couldn’t be hinting harder if he was trying to show him mathematical diagrams on the correlation between ‘fun’ and ‘boobs’. Then again, if Abe wasn’t, Silas would be forced to assume the man was seriously depressed.
“Anyway, it’s a special year, so I was thinking something a little different,” he began, following Abe’s previous example and summoning over some ice. He was feeling far too lazy to prepare the absinthe properly, and besides, diluting the alcohol was the last thing he wanted to be doing. “I don’t know if you know ‘Willow’-” he glanced behind him to glance around on the off-chance she could be seen somewhere “- but she’s also part of an escort agency. Nice quiet room, just you and two gorgeous masseuse who’ll give you a very nice night indeed. I can enquire about it if you like, unless you’d prefer something a little flashier.”
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Post by Abraham Grey on Aug 26, 2009 23:26:18 GMT 1
Abe was fairly sure he wasn’t drunk, he’d only had one shot of whiskey, thanks in no small part to Silas nabbing his first drink, and the lingering effects of the sobering charm hadn’t worn off yet. Perhaps Silas had slipped some highly illegal potion into his drink, which didn’t make much sense, because if he’d wanted to see Abe pass out leaving him with the absinthe would have worked just as well at considerably lower risk. However it was the only explanation Abe could think of that might explain why he was suddenly denying any virtues he might have managed to cling to in his (almost) thirty years of life.
”I can assure you my participation was perfectly consensual.” He said sulkily, shaking his glass to rattle the ice in the bottom for effect. He felt rather like Silas had implied he couldn’t enter into a relationship just for the sex, a slight to his manhood he could never forgive. If he knew the amount of time Abe spent pondering the merits of breasts he might think differently, then again he hardly censored those thoughts so Silas probably did know.
It wasn’t like every relationship Abe had ever been in had ended with him getting emotionally attached so when it ended he retreated to his office to pretend he ‘just had something in his eye’ and drown his sorrows in a bottle of the finest firewhiskey. No, sometimes the post break-up blues drove him to go an drunkenly pick a fight with Connery’s office door instead. He wondered if Adrian had ever figured out the scrawled declaration that “Connery is gay” across his doorframe had been Abe’s own handiwork and the direct result of seven whiskeys and Vicky from the post office announcing ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ rather than a teenager rebelling against the man.
He was brought back out of those happy memories by Silas’s continued reminder that his life would be as good as over in just a few short days. Still, the suggestion was very much appreciated and he perked up a little at the thought. ”The brunette with the tattoo?” Abe asked with a hopeful grin. There were undoubtedly countless brunette strippers with tattoos, but anybody who knew Willow would know the location and nature of the tattoo made all the difference. ”Well I could certainly do with relieving a little tension…” His grin turned seamlessly into a smirk as he mulled the idea over, liking the it more and more with each passing second.
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