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Post by darren on Oct 30, 2011 0:22:56 GMT -5
Darren sat in the cafe, black coffee in front of him, and his eyes pressed into the balls of his hands. Somewhere between being tired from work and his hangover he'd managed to get to this cafe. It was a cute cafe, tucked away in Diagon Alley. And at...he looked at his watch 10:13 in the morning on a Wednesday it wasn't very crowded. Something the older man was thankful for.Taking a large gulp of his coffee, he set it down quietly and pressed his forehead on the table, the silver wedding band sitting on the table in front of him.
He'd kept it. He didn't know why. It was probably for a reason somewhere between 'I'm a glutton for punishment' and 'I miss Gwen' but it didn't matter because he still couldn't pinpoint it. He lifted his head, chin still pressed into the wooden table tucked in the back of the coffee shop. Sighing heavily, he looked up at the ceiling.
"I know that you're probably not up there. But if you are...can you just kill me now?"
(ooc: sorry it's not awesome but...it happens) [/blockquote] |
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Post by aidan on Oct 31, 2011 22:19:50 GMT -5
"Well, if you really want someone to do that, you'd have much better luck skulking around Knockturn Alley, asking passersby that same question," Aidan commented.
He'd been wandering through the cafe, making sure that the few people there had everything they needed, cleaning up a few things, and just generally being a good co-owner when he'd overheard the man's comment.
Vanishing the rag that had been in his hand, Aidan slid into the seat across from the man.
"Aidan Warrington. Feel free to think of me as your bartender," he said. "Or feel free to tell me to go away; completely up to you, mate. But, if you need to rant about something, that's part of my job description is Listening to Rants," he grinned.
OOC: SHORT. >_<
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Post by darren on Nov 1, 2011 21:07:11 GMT -5
Darren looked up at the man speaking. Aidan Warrington. He ran this place if Darren recalled. Him and his wife. Darren almost scoffed at the thought. Instead, he gestured to the seat across from him, offering it to the young man. His next response was to look at Aidan's wedding ring with the ghost of a smile, "Your married. How long?" It was a question he often asked when he saw one who was married. Not to mock but more so out of some sort of self punishment. But the look he gave this Aidan Warrington didn't betray him. No. Instead it seemed full of actual curiousity. Something Darren had perfected over the years. Hiding was easy when no one could tell you were lying, "More importantly, you happy?"
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