it's dark inside

Unfortunately, the clock is ticking, the hours are going by. The past increases, the future recedes. Chances decreasing, regrets mounting. Clifton Hooch · 30

[cliftonhooch]

Hrmph, ugh. What?

[james--sirius--potter]

Cause we’ve got patrons waiting. *James nodded towards the witch growing impatient over in the corner* ‘Sides, the manager told me to. If it were up to me I’d say the hell with it.

[cliftonhooch]

Huh. Don't I count as a patron any more?

[cliftonhooch]

Hrmph, ugh. What?

[james--sirius--potter]

You can’t sleep here, mate. *James grumbled, swiping a dirty dish off the table* Need a nap, try getting a room upstairs.

[cliftonhooch]

... Why the hell not?

[cliftonhooch]

Hrmph, ugh. What?

[falon-bole-blog]

I was walking down the road...

[falon-bole-blog]

Really? I guess I should have guessed that. I wasn’t very good at playing it, but it’s fun to watch. Yeah. It’s an interesting job. 

[cliftonhooch]

Interesting... Sounds like it.

[falon-bole-blog]

I was walking down the road...

[falon-bole-blog]

Snitches mostly. You’d be surprised how many of them get lost in a year. I’m better with Sneak-o-scopes though.

[cliftonhooch]

I wouldn't be too surprised, actually. Ex-Quidditch player here, plenty of experience in that field. Sneak-o-scopes though - fascinating stuff.

[falon-bole-blog]

I was walking down the road...

[falon-bole-blog]

I’m a metal charmer. It’s an uncommon field, but I enjoy it.

[cliftonhooch]

So like, snitches and things?

[falon-bole-blog]

I was walking down the road...

[falon-bole-blog]

Well there are a lot of us actually. Not to me. I’d rather have a clear head. Especially since work is always demanding. 

[cliftonhooch]

Oh, and what work is that?

[cas-in-the-stars-avery-blog]

Why don’t you surprise me?

[cliftonhooch]

Riiiight, surprises. Will do. [He leans across the bar and orders her a small glass of something simple.]

[j2ever]

[falon-bole-blog]

I was walking down the road...

[falon-bole-blog]

What kind? The kind that doesn’t like sweets? They make my head all fuzzy. 

[cliftonhooch]

Yes, that kind. The fuzziness is worth it.

[not-aweasley]

I’m Irish, Coach. If you think I’m bad now, you don’t want me drinking.

[cliftonhooch]

Fair enough. 

[cas-in-the-stars-avery-blog]

If that helps you from going mental, I have no problem with it. Just for that very reason of course.

[cliftonhooch]

Of course. Very kind of you. So, what'll it be?

[cas-in-the-stars-avery-blog]

If I’m at a bar and of age, I need to be drinking, and as of now I will be buying that drink for myself and therefore money shall be wasted. It is inevitable.

And how do you suggest I keep you from going mad?

[cliftonhooch]

Letting me pay for your drink. Drinks? Whatever.

[cas-in-the-stars-avery-blog]

Well I can’t change it now.

All I have left to do is waste my money on alcohol and talk to you. Or maybe talk to that man over there. [She nodded her head at an older looking man, average in looks but certainly looking like he could spare to buy her a drink.]

[cliftonhooch]

Or you could stay here and not waste your money on alcohol, and keep me from going totally mad and solitary at such a pathetically young age.

[cas-in-the-stars-avery-blog]

I’ve been told. Do you think they’ll know I lied about my age on the application? I look like I could be twenty, wouldn’t you say?

[cliftonhooch]

I doubt it, I'd say you could pull off.. At least nineteen.

[cas-in-the-stars-avery-blog]

[She arched her brow and leaned her back against the counter.] Can you now?

[cliftonhooch]

... Yes. You uh, you act very mature. For your age.

[cas-in-the-stars-avery-blog]

I’m hardly a child.

[cliftonhooch]

Yeah, well.. I can see that.