Post by courtney92 on Feb 3, 2010 11:50:02 GMT -8
December 29th 2010
Approx. 11:00pm
Anna stomped into the Abby unhappily. She had been flustered and out of sorts since her encounter with, previously thought dead, Casey Winslow. She pushed her wavy tresses out of her fiery chocolate eyes and looked around the pub. It was full of life tonight. Not that that lifted the witch’s spirits any. Anna hoped a stiff drink would though. As she made her way to the bar a clap of thunder vibrated the entire pub. It was terrible weather and lucky for her she made it here just as it began to rain.
Making sure she tread carefully among the already drunken fools, Anna pondered why she didn’t just stay home and make herself a drink. She glared at the bar when she realized there were no available stools. In fact the only seat in the entire room available was one near some smoking muggles. Oh no that will not do, she thought to herself. She made sure her outfit was perfect before making her way over to a man who looked like he was about to fall out of his seat anyway. “Hey there handsome,” Anna cooed, her voice was silky but with a hint of chill to it. “How about letting a tired girl sit?” Bingo! We have a moron. The man’s friend hit him out of the way, then again why wouldn’t he want a gorgeous stranger to sit next to him.
Men were idiots. All of them, Anna thought bitterly. There was only one male in this world she could count on and that was Griffin. Poor lug, he whined so much when she announced she was going out. Damn dog knew just what to do to pull at her heartstrings. Although it was his fault he almost got her memory erased. She glared at the bar. That man had confused her. He wanted Trevor dead yet wanted nothing to do with those Order idiots.
Quickly forgetting about the men, Anna looked up and down the bar for a bartender. How the hell was it this busy and yet no one was there to take her order? Service here sucked; then again she had only been the five minutes at the most. All she wanted was a good drink! Was that too much to ask for? She had a helluva day at work, came home to find Griffin had gotten pissed at tore up her favorite shoes, and now she had to wait for service. Anna never waited, whenever she wanted something she got it immediately, end of story. Damn bartender must be a man. “Hello?!”
Approx. 11:00pm
Anna stomped into the Abby unhappily. She had been flustered and out of sorts since her encounter with, previously thought dead, Casey Winslow. She pushed her wavy tresses out of her fiery chocolate eyes and looked around the pub. It was full of life tonight. Not that that lifted the witch’s spirits any. Anna hoped a stiff drink would though. As she made her way to the bar a clap of thunder vibrated the entire pub. It was terrible weather and lucky for her she made it here just as it began to rain.
Making sure she tread carefully among the already drunken fools, Anna pondered why she didn’t just stay home and make herself a drink. She glared at the bar when she realized there were no available stools. In fact the only seat in the entire room available was one near some smoking muggles. Oh no that will not do, she thought to herself. She made sure her outfit was perfect before making her way over to a man who looked like he was about to fall out of his seat anyway. “Hey there handsome,” Anna cooed, her voice was silky but with a hint of chill to it. “How about letting a tired girl sit?” Bingo! We have a moron. The man’s friend hit him out of the way, then again why wouldn’t he want a gorgeous stranger to sit next to him.
Men were idiots. All of them, Anna thought bitterly. There was only one male in this world she could count on and that was Griffin. Poor lug, he whined so much when she announced she was going out. Damn dog knew just what to do to pull at her heartstrings. Although it was his fault he almost got her memory erased. She glared at the bar. That man had confused her. He wanted Trevor dead yet wanted nothing to do with those Order idiots.
Quickly forgetting about the men, Anna looked up and down the bar for a bartender. How the hell was it this busy and yet no one was there to take her order? Service here sucked; then again she had only been the five minutes at the most. All she wanted was a good drink! Was that too much to ask for? She had a helluva day at work, came home to find Griffin had gotten pissed at tore up her favorite shoes, and now she had to wait for service. Anna never waited, whenever she wanted something she got it immediately, end of story. Damn bartender must be a man. “Hello?!”