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Post by Silas Rosier on Jul 11, 2009 15:33:55 GMT 1
Silas couldn’t help but notice the way Jacaranda’s shoulders seized up the second she heard his voice. Yeah, probably not a good sign that. Something was slightly off about all this too. However he didn’t get long to dwell on what that little bit of body language might mean: Abe gave back a reply that Silas only half listened to, something about work at the school, then the Texan spoke up and Silas was forced to acknowledge him.
“Who’s your friend?” asked the man, giving him a look he wasn’t entirely sure how he was expected to respond to. ... Huh, alright.
The American looked a little bit more blue-collar than Scores’s more regular patrons, a bit like he’d gotten lost on the way to a truck-stop titty-bar and ended up somewhere a bit above his pay-grade by mistake. Still, it wasn’t like Scores didn’t get some unusual folk from time to time. Plus it was getting harder to tell apart who had money and who didn’t these days (something Silas resented), so who knew. Regardless, how the Hell had Jac picked this guy up as a hanger-on? He looked more like the type she’d give as much attention to as she would a mildly retarded gnat.
Jac seemed to be trying to melt into her beer and Abe was busy trying to... yeah, he wasn’t exactly sure, but he was clutching that table rather hard and eyeing a little green potion so perhaps it was best to leave him be. Instead, Silas took the initiative to introduce himself and stepped out from behind the seats in order to better see everyone and offer his hand for the stranger to shake.
“Silas Rosier, I own the place. Nice to meet you,” he said with an automatic smile. For a second he thought the other man was trying to crush his fingers, his grip was so vicelike. Silas was the sort who took a great deal of his first impression out of the sort of handshake he received, and this one hadn’t done Vincent any favours. Silas’s own tended to be rather firm, and his grip tightened competitively. When they pulled apart those three seconds had left him with the stark impression the Texan was going to be a difficult man to bully. Not something he liked.
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Abraham Grey
Adult (A)
Hufflepuff Head of House
Arithmancy Professor
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Post by Abraham Grey on Jul 16, 2009 11:41:24 GMT 1
”I’m well aware of a good few unsticking charms thank you.” Abe said brusquely to Vincent, unable to quite suppress the smirk that turned up his lips. The new professor’s sense of humour, at least he thought Vinnie was joking, was pretty crude, but Abe was male and therefore not above the occasional inappropriate comment. ”Unfortunately, in my current predicament spell casting is a little challenging.” He flapped his elbow again, giving up on any sense of dignity and returning his gaze to the potion with an almost pleading expression, letting the story about the Virginian cop wash over him with all the certainty of a person who would have the opportunity to listen to it again.
”Good point.” Abe winced sheepishly at Jacaranda, hoping she was still feeling generous enough not to leave him stuck to the table for much longer. Especially now that Silas had arrived. He’d need a good stiff drink if he was going to sit through another evening of Silas winning the girl. And then Vinnie had to go admiring the club owner too, as if Abe wasn’t already aware of just how ruggedly handsome Silas was without everyone fawning over him. An unhealthy competitive streak almost had him trying to win over Vincent’s affections too. Almost.
“Besides, it’s nearly Christmas.” He added, sounding far more jovial than any man who was stuck to a table really should. ”Relax, have a little tipple.” He ignored the fact that Silas had already clearly started tippling, if the bottle of vodka in his hand was anything to go by. Abe just wanted to get all this confusion sorted out so somebody would hurry up and apply the potion. His nose was starting to itch and he was dying to scratch it, not to mention if he didn’t hurry up somebody was going to get their hands on his whiskey. ”And for Merlin’s sake would somebody please unstick me?” [/font]
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