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Post by Christopher Sterling on Oct 21, 2009 17:14:57 GMT 1
At least he laughed at Topher’s grudging comment, which was more like the Rickie he’d known at school. All laughing and messing around, with a distinct lack of punching his friends. He just didn’t get why Rickie was being so... Weird! Topher’s mum was always telling him that people changed, but that was mainly to stop him from asking loudly why his great aunt Ethel had become his great uncle Eric. And Rickie definitely hadn’t changed like that, he had stubble and he wasn’t wearing a skirt, so as far as Topher was concerned he should still be the same dude as he’d always been.
”Nope!” Topher said happily, shaking his head and managing a twisted expression that was somewhere between a grin and a wince as the movement sent pain shooting through his jaw. Fuck, being punched really hurt! He wasn’t sure why muggles bothered with it at all. Then again muggles didn’t have magic did they, which was probably why the ministry and in particular aurors, spent so much time protecting them. Because really what were muggle policemen going to do against a dark wizard or an angry werewolf?
Rickie’s outburst was kind of unexpected, since when had he been afraid of getting in a fight? ”Whatever dude,” Topher shrugged carelessly, ”If you want to pussy out that’s up to you, I can handle myself anyway.” And he wasn’t going to push it further than that, but if Rickie thought he could get out of fighting without at least a little gentle ribbing he was very much mistaken. ”I’d like to see you try,” He bluffed, grinning, but taking a shuffling step away from the bar anyway, he didn’t much fancy taking another beating and he had no doubt Rickie could. Wherever the guy had been for the past three years had definitely taught him how to scrap.
And then they were back on safer ground, exchanging witty banter was something Topher could handle. ”Gross, dude. You are so gay.” Okay so maybe witty was being a little ambitious. He glanced down the bar, taking in the line of men drinking beer and spirits and decided there would be very little he could do to conserve his reputation as manly once the drink arrived so he might as well go all out. ”Horny Harpy it is, I want a sparkler and a straw too.” What, he liked sparklers, they were fun. At least he could drag Rickie down with him. ”Don’t drink? Are you fucking serious? Dude, next you’ll be telling me you’ve taken up flower arranging.”
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Rickie Connery
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Scores Bartender
Pfft me crazy? No way.
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Post by Rickie Connery on Nov 2, 2009 10:04:37 GMT 1
Rickie snorted at Topher and his exuberance. In a way it was something the taller of the two men envied. Try as he might he just couldn’t feel overly happy anymore, not since he’d run away from his problems after being broken both physically and mentally. No, he wasn’t broken; he was fine; just in a down phase at this point in his life. Maybe Topher could help to cheer him up but the more likely candidate for that was the girl that lurked in the back of his mind, red hair flowing behind her where ever she stepped in his subconscious.
For a moment the barkeeper was distracted by thoughts of Lilly but was soon brought back to reality by his old friend’s attempt at wit. He hadn’t changed one bit, that answer had proved it. ”Well done with the come back,” Rickie shot back sarcastically, rolling his eyes. ”You couldn’t hit the side of a barn with magic let alone one of your fists,” he joked at one of his fellow soldiers. The mix of reality and flashback left the barkeep pale faced and stunned for a few seconds. His heart raced and sweat beaded on his forehead as the soldier in front of him shifted back into Topher Sterling.
Without another word Rickie was off and fetching the blond his drink. He returned, hurriedly placing the drink on the bar, mumbling something along the lines of, ”Here’s your gay drink.” The man was no longer really interested in his old friend; instead he was too busy fumbling for a cigarette and his lighter as his brain screamed in need of one. As soon as the thing touched his lips he calmed, inhaling the smoke deeply. ”Flower arranging actually sounds pretty good to be honest.”
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Post by Christopher Sterling on Jan 2, 2010 15:23:38 GMT 1
”Liked it did you?” Topher grinned, puffing up with faked pride. Teasing he could do, joking around with old mates was definitely his forte as well. As far as he was concerned things were back to normal, Rickie was his best mate again and they were sharing a drink. Only now they were old enough to have something stronger than a butterbeer. ”There are plenty more where that came from.” He tapped the side of his head with a couple of fingers then pouted as Rickie took a dig at his aim.
”Hey!” He protested, crossing his arms. ”My aim has improved since school.” Topher took a step forward again, leaning easily against the bar despite having to stoop to do so. He was totally at ease around Rickie now that he was fairly sure the guy wasn’t going to take another swing at him. ”If there was a barn related emergency I would totally kick arse. That barn wouldn’t know what hit it; namely me.” He nodded, looking satisfied, but his expression quickly dropped into a frown as Rickie looked spooked and hurried off without another word.
Geeze, what was with this guy? One minute he was laughing and joking like the old days and the next he was having a freak out. He’d have to ask Adrian what the hell was up. Not that Adrian ever mentioned his younger brother, or anything that wasn’t work related for that matter. Topher shook off his confusion as Rickie returned with his drink, happily preoccupied with fishing the sparkler out of the pink monstrosity so he could wave it around a bit. He really didn’t get why anybody would choose firewhiskey or beer when they could have something sugary sweet like a cocktail. Men were weird sometimes.
”Doesn’t it just.” He agreed, quite happy to be a hypocrite about the whole thing, Rickie knew he was only teasing anyway. ”Georgie got a kit for Christmas once. The whole matching colours and types of flower was total bullshit of course.” Topher was quite happy to witter away about almost any topic, whether the person he was talking to was interested or not. ”But the green foamy stuff was pretty awesome. It made pretty good missiles too. Georgie was a bit pissed that I used it all up though.”
Family was a topic that had always been a little bit touchy around Rickie, but he figured mentioning what his sister got for Christmas a few years ago wasn’t going to set off any warning bells. Besides he needed a way of asking if Rickie had seen Adrian recently and that was about as subtle as he got. ”Speaking of siblings...” Topher looked up and never got to finish his segway as he noticed the cigarette balanced between Rickie’s lips. ”Duuuuude, when’d you start smoking? That’s fucked up.” That was it, screw discovering Rosier’s undoubtedly nefarious plan, he was hanging around Rickie until he got to the bottom of this smoking thing. And anybody that knew Topher knew he could be quite persistent when he wanted to be.
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