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Post by Silas Rosier on Nov 19, 2008 10:01:08 GMT 1
Well, Ed’s reaction was certainly notable, as was the girls. Both of them practically started spontaneously choking after he mentioned Ed might have already tried something with her. ”Actually, you know, I think I’m going to stop right there before you blurt something I don’t want to hear.” Christ, the man did indeed have quick fingers and apparently no sense of propriety to boot.
Or hygiene, for that matter; inexplicably there was now a dog on the counter very interested in the pink haired girl. Paws stained from the residue of whatever travellers feet had picked up from the floor, mouth brimming with saliva (if not rabies), possibility of parasites, and even worse, hair. Good grief, that had to be illegal in some long forgotten subparagraph of the law right? ‘Thou shalt not put disgusting disease ridden creatures where food is served’ or the equivalent that had faded away from memory because it was too freaking obvious, surely.
As long as it stayed away from his side of the bar Silas was willing to let it go. The girl also, despite being just downright peculiar to look at she was just one of many notches on Ed’s belt and therefore not worth a second look unless she could prove as suitable taunting fodder later. Ed didn’t seem particularly embarrassed about her so there was no point delving into it now, especially while she was still there. Little sense in making enemies when there was no benefit in doing so. ”Hmm, I never said you couldn’t be,” Silas responded automatically without putting much thought into what he was saying and drinking some of the Firewhiskey.
In a completely unexpected move on behalf of the dog, Silas suddenly noticed the animal had started heading right for him. Most creatures seemed to have the uncanny ability to pick up waves of hatred due to a sixth sense or something, because pets usually stayed away from him. This one, apparently, had no sense of self preservation. After a few ineffective attempts to push the animal away and a very close call in the form of an almost-lick to the face, Silas finally braced himself as though it was contaminated, picked the dog up and dropped it over the side of the counter. As it hit the ground the puppy gave a little yelp more in surprise than anything, but was otherwise unharmed.
”You know, if I were you I’d take that Health Inspection threat more seriously,” Silas said quickly, eyeing the dog with a definite look of distaste. Why that thing was allowed in a place business he couldn’t guess. The dogfood alone must draw cockroaches like flies to shit.
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Edward Johns
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Post by Edward Johns on Nov 19, 2008 11:18:53 GMT 1
Edward laughed again as Rowdy took a particular shining to Silas but he stopped as soon as the other man grabbed at the dog. “Oi,” he growled. No one touched his dog ever, especially if you were Silas Rosier. By some miracle, he resisted the urge to hit the other man. Instead he busied himself with picking up Rowdy and handing him to Lovely. The puppy squirmed at the site of Silas but soon settled back down and attempted to lick the girl’s face.
He began to grow a little edgy at the way Silas was eyeing Lovely but shrugged it off. Silas wouldn’t be interested in her, especially now that he’d probably figured out that he’d been with her. Edward poured Lovely another drink at her insistence, glaring at Silas as he did so. He was still angry about the fact that the man had thrown his dog to the floor. Without Rowdy, Ed was nothing. That dog was the constant in his life, the only thing that stayed the same. He was the reason Ed didn’t move on, and the thing that kept him from crumbling and crawling back to his family.
“If you called the Health Inspector then there would be no more me, I don’t think you could function without me,” he joked, seriously believing his words. What would Silas do for fun? Sure there was the strip club but Ed was pretty sure the highlight of the miserable bastard's life was coming into the Hog’s Head and tormenting its awesome barkeep.
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Post by zizi on Nov 19, 2008 11:43:12 GMT 1
[/color] OVELY KNIGHT[/size][/font][/center] Lovely was shocked when Silas decided to throw the dog from the counter; her brows furrowing. If there was one thing she couldn't tolerate it was being hostile to animals; especially an innocent baby like Rowdy. When Edward handed the puppy to her she took him in her arms gladly; hushing him when he squirmed to return to Silas (though she couldn't fathom why the dog would want to go back to him after that). She wrinkled her nose in distaste when she felt a wet tongue slide across her chin. "Ouf, no... I draw the line at slobbery puppy kisses!" She exclaimed and tilted her head back out of the Rowdy's reach. Soon enough the puppy gave up and sat comfortable on her lap; enjoying Lovely's hands rubbing behind his ears once more. Ed soon returned with her second drink and the pink haired girl nodded, "Thanks." Gathering the cup in her hand to again sip the flaming Firewhiskey. The dog in her lap was curious and sniffed at the bottom of the cup eagerly. Gently she pushed his nose away and grinned as busied himself with gently chewing on the fingers of her free hand. Well at least he wasn't going after her drink anymore; she doubted Edward would be happy if Rowdy were to get drunk. Lovely noticed the tension between Silas and Edward almost instantly when she had first sat down; however it had grown significantly through the short amount of time she'd been here. What exactly was their history together? Professional rivalry or had that grown into something more hateful? Judging by Edward's withering glares she was sure they were bitter towards each other... Men, the girl rolled her eyes and focused her attention back on the puppy to pet him. X O X O [/ul][/left][/size][/blockquote]
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Post by Silas Rosier on Nov 19, 2008 11:57:00 GMT 1
Wow, touchy. Extremely touchy. Silas was genuinely a bit surprised. He’d never seen Ed attach emotional value to anything before, and the fact it was a brainless mutt was especially confusing. Really, even a photo of his family made more sense than the crazy young pup currently gambolling around in Lovely’s lap. Labrador of some sort? Or weren’t they usually tan in colour? Mutant Labrador then, whatever.
”You know Ed, keep that up and I might actually believe you have a heart.”
Lovely was significantly less difficult to fathom. Girls came only in two sorts from what he’d seen. The animal crazy variety and the animal terrified variety. Lovely, despite looking more like a girly-girl at first glance obviously had no misgivings about letting Ed’s over glorified exotic toy sit all over her. Perhaps she’d be much less impressed when it inevitably peed.
”Anyway, as for that,” he said, returning back to the previous conversation point and picking up his glass of Firewhiskey again, ”I’ve done pretty well before you came along to ruin my life and I think I’ll manage fine after you go. Don’t worry about me, I’ll manage. As for you if you go out of business, I don’t know, I think the inability to find an excuse to chat up school children might just kill you.” Immediately he gave a nod of acknowledgement to Lovely. ”Nothing against you of course, miss. He just can’t help himself.”
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Edward Johns
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Post by Edward Johns on Nov 19, 2008 12:33:49 GMT 1
Edward smiled as Lovely and Rowdy became acquainted. She knew how to treat animals, unlike a certain strip club owner. “He really likes you,” he pointed out to the girl, though Rowdy liked everyone but she didn’t need to know that. “What do you mean I don’t have a heart?” he asked, feigning shock. He’d been told he didn’t have a heart many times, by family, friends and people he didn’t even know. It had hurt the most when it had come from the mouth of his father, but by now he was used to it.
He had a heart, he was just a little emotionally behind.
So Silas was blaming him for ruining his life now. “Excuse me, you’re life was already ruined way before I got here,” Edward snorted. It was a bit rich of the man to blame the barkeep for all his problems. All he did was serve alcohol to the masses and on the rare occasion, pissed Silas off when he could. Still that wasn’t exactly ruining one particular person’s life. He ruffled behind the dog’s ears, half tempted to dump him in Silas’ lap but he didn’t want the man really hurting his dog. Noticing that the Firewhiskey was running a bit low, Edward put another bottle in front of the girl and the man. “I’m sure you two can share while I go to the storeroom,” he sighed. He had the sick feeling that he was setting the girl up with something bad as he left the front bar. Lovely could hold her own, couldn’t she?
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Post by zizi on Nov 20, 2008 8:09:31 GMT 1
[/color] OVELY KNIGHT[/size][/font][/center] "Now I'm sure he could, if he really put his mind to it." The girl responded back to Silas with an indifferent shrug, clearly not having taken offense to anything. Edward really didn't defend himself well against the likes of the club owner, actually the majority of his brilliant comebacks were grunts and glares. "But who wouldn't want to talk to the likes of us, we're young, fresh... and flexible." Lovely said, a small smirk coiling her lips. “He really likes you."Lovely glanced down at the puppy who was now comfortably situated on her lap, probably having no plans on moving anytime soon while he was receiving steady attention from her. "What's not to like?" She asked him with a jocular scoff; bringing the cup of Firewhiskey back to her lips and taking a gulp. Her sterling gaze was illuminated with amusement as the two men bickered with one another and she had somehow planted herself right in the middle of it. Of course Lovely could leave any time she pleased but drama as just too much fun to pass up. "I'm sure we can..." The pink haired girl affirmed as Ed informed them he had to take a short trip to the store room. Lovely puckered her lips and made a 'POP' sound; a habit she had when things were boring or could potentially become awkward. The silence very well could become one of those potentially awkward ones... "Sooooo...harrass Ed often?" She asked with a faux interest; just a filler conversation until Ed returned and Lovely was again blessed with the entertaining squabbling. X O X O [/ul][/left][/size][/blockquote]
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Post by Silas Rosier on Nov 20, 2008 9:40:04 GMT 1
“Excuse me, your life was already ruined way before I got here,”
”Can’t say you didn’t help speed things along though.”
Okay, yes, so a fair degree of hyperbole had been used there. Silas didn’t honestly blame Ed for all his problems. Government legislation was more the culprit than anything else was. It was as though everyone in the Ministry had an absolute meltdown every time you mentioned the words ‘strip club’, like it was the single cause for the breakdown of society and they started screeching a horrible little word called ‘rules’. If they ever tried to enforce that stupid law plaguing muggle clubs in some places about patrons having to stay 5 meters away from the dancers he would be ready to stage a one person coup. Never mention ‘Ministry’ around Silas, he’d have enough fuel there to rant for hours.
Not to mention injure one little muggle and they all go ahead and crap themselves.
Ed, apparently, had better things to do and made his temporary exit which left Silas alone with Lovely. Not that he was dumb enough to try anything, but he was going to have to keep an eye out for when Ed returned to make it look like he’d been staring at her. That ought to annoy the man.
"Sooooo...harrass Ed often?"
Hmm, apparently she wasn’t content to keep things quiet. Britain definitely didn’t breed them quite the same any more. ”Every day between five and six, ‘cept on weekends and leap year days,” Silas joked quickly with a hint of a smile as he swilled his drink around, not looking at her. Her comment before Ed’s departure came back to mind. It sounded almost like she was intentionally trying to be suggestive. Self aware little minx, much? ”I ought to hire you,” he found himself saying, imagining all the many colours Ed’s face would inevitably turn. ”That would definitely drive him up the wall.”
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Post by zizi on Nov 20, 2008 10:18:55 GMT 1
[/color] OVELY KNIGHT[/size][/font][/center] A silvery laugh tickled her throat as the club owner responded to her, the phrase being said with an eloquence that made her believe he received that question a lot. As fair as Britain breeding went it was safe to say that it wasn't the same; or at least had made an exception for Lovely and her psychotic younger sister. Giselle had muddied up their blood; her muggle French heritage and old hooker ways definitely had to of had some type of impact on the way her children would turn out. And yes; part of the way Giselle had raised her was to be a self aware little minx. Needless to say Lovely Knight was no shy damsel despite her dainty appearance. "How do you know if I dance or not?" Lovely replied to Silas curtly and allowed her fingers to run through her pink hair; busying herself with coiling one of the bubble gum locks around her index finger. Would Silas actually go as far as to hire a stranger for all he knew may or may not be able to dance properly just to irritate Ed? That and Lovely couldn't fathom why Silas would even begin to think Edward Johns would be annoyed with the fact that she'd working for him. Their relationship wasn't deep and heartfelt; more or less just sex appeal and that random game of cards that had played out to be a bit more than just discarded clothing. "You think so hmm?" She chuckled quietly and focused her attention back on her drink. Tonight she wasn't such a lush on account the girl had actually taken the time to grab herself some dinner before heading out; drinking on an empty stomach never ended well for her. With a sigh Lovely downed the rest of the contents of her glass and firmly placed it back down on the counter. X O X O [/ul][/left][/size][/blockquote]
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Post by Silas Rosier on Nov 20, 2008 11:59:30 GMT 1
Ed, from what Silas had seen of him, never had much of a deep connection with any girl (or anyone for that matter) that happened to cross his path. Silas also usually had very little to do with those under his employ unless there was a need, but there was still a fairly unspoken agreement (often upheld with rather violent threats, mostly from Silas’s part) that the women on both halves should never overlap. Didn’t stop either party from trying though, especially Ed. However, Silas always had difficulty in viewing anyone that had been in an out of Ed’s door on the conveyor belt of women as anything less than table scraps and therefore only a means to an end.
"How do you know if I dance or not?"
Lovely’s question gave him the first decent excuse to look at her properly. Totally business, of course. It was difficult to tell everything with the clothes still on but she was a decent size, properly proportioned if not rather light, and the only flesh showing aside from her face, the arms, had a nice even skin tone and a lack of flab which would hint to the fact she performed at least some sort of physical activity to keep herself in shape. Nice face as well. The attention grabbing hair was also a positive in an industry where standing out was imperative. Looks wise, there was definitely a market, but she was right, her skills at this stage were unknown.
”I don’t know. Can you?” he challenged, maintaining a nonchalant sort of tone despite the fact his interest may or may not have been piqued. There was no need for more staff at the moment but she could definitely provide a little variety for the clientele (as well as be an extra point against Ed), assuming, of course, she actually knew what she was doing. Otherwise the effort involved was simply not worth it.
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Post by zizi on Nov 22, 2008 20:26:17 GMT 1
[/color] OVELY KNIGHT[/size][/font][/center] ”I don’t know. Can you?”The girl's lips turned up in a mysterious, impish smile. Little did Silas know that Lovely's mother had become extremely classy when she'd married her father; forcing both of the Knight girls into many of the more refined areas of the Arts. Dance being one of them; ballet mostly in Lovely's case but it was safe to assume one of her calibur and eagerness for the limelight wasn't naive to urban dancing either. "I can, ballet mostly." The girl responded and gave him a steady, levell stare. The puppy stirred on her lap and pushed his nose into Lovely's hand, demanding more attention. It was a demand that Lovely was willing to oblige. "Though I generally wouldn't demean myself as much as to become a strip club dancer; a strip for fun not for work." She smirked coyly again and downed the rest of the contents of her drink. ooc: CRAPPY. sorry ! X O X O [/ul][/left][/size][/blockquote]
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