Post by ROBYN ANDERSON on Oct 13, 2012 1:35:50 GMT -5
Ricochet, you take your aim
 TAGGED: OPEN! WORDS: 667 OUTFIT: -- NOTES: -- | [atrb=border,0,true] Merlin’s white, fuzzy knickers, was he ever going to stop? He had to of realized by now that he was just making her annoyed. Worse, he was drawing attention. By now most of the people at the tables around them where casting what they thought were subtle looks over at them and it took all Robyn had in her not to turn to them and tell them all to mind their own freaking business. Instead, she raised the cup of water by her and took a sip, fighting the eye roll that threatened to come. She really didn’t know why this was so difficult for him; it wasn’t as if they had been going out for very long, two weeks max. That was, if one could even call it dating, which Robyn didn’t. And hadn’t he known from the start what she expected out of this? Well, apparently he hadn’t which was why he had taken her here, of all places. Robyn did a quick glance around at all the pink and felt a shudder run through her. Merlin, she hated places like this, all decorated in red and…wait…was he begging? Appalled, Robyn stared at the boy across from her. He was a sixth year Ravenclaw who, in a moment of weakness, she had said yes to for a date. At the time, she had found him somewhat cute and Robyn wasn’t one to turn down a cute guy; especially when they where a good kisser. And yes, there was definitely a tone of whining in his voice which were all the cue she needed. If there was anything in the world that Robyn hated most, it was boys who whined; specifically in public settings and specifically around her. The only thing that could possibly make the whole situation worse would be if he broke down into waterworks. “I’m sorry, I have to use the loo.” Pushing out her chair, she stood up and began to make her way to the bathroom, which luckily for her was not far from the exit. Casting a glance over her shoulder, Robyn briefly looked back at the table before ducking out the door. The fresh air hit her as soon as she stepped outside and instantly it felt as if a weight had been lifted off her should. Of course, along with that feeling of freedom came the cold and for half a second she considered walking back inside to get her coat, which at the moment was still laid out on the back of chair as she had left it. Goodness she needed a drink, one that had some form of alcohol, if she were lucky enough to get some. To be honest, Robyn hadn’t really been paying attention to where she was going but it seemed as if her feet had the right idea for not even ten minutes later she found herself standing outside of the Hogs Head. Generally, Robyn didn’t really like to enter such a place for the sole purpose that she considered it a hole-in-the-wall establishment. Oh well, she could make an exception this one time. After all, if there was one place she was sure to get a good strong drink without the bartender throwing a fit about her age, this was it. Opening the door Robyn stepped inside, her eyes taking a moment to adjust to changes in the light. Her gaze zeroed in on the bar and at once the brunette began to make her way to it. The pub was fairly empty, not that it was any surprise to her seeing as it was still rather early in the afternoon. The few wizards and witches who where there had probably been there since morning and making sure to avoid eye contact least one of them actually try to talk to her, Robyn claimed one of the bar stools directly in front of the bartender. “Firewhiskey, please.” Without a word, the bartender retrieved her drink and set it down before her. |
CREDIT TO OH HAI JENNERS ?! OF CAUTION 2.0
