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Post by Vancha Ayris on Jun 4, 2012 17:02:53 GMT -5
Vancha didn't see the point in going back to Hogwarts, when he'd already said he'd meet Ms. Stewart this evening. He's just wandered around the streets of London, visited Buckingham Palace, Piccadilly Circus and the Museums.
Finally 8pm rolled around and Vancha was waiting by the telephone box, not overly sure if she'd actually show or if she was even serious.
Even if she didn't, at least he'd had a nice day in London. He watched as people came out of the phone box, none of which were her. He started getting weird looks from muggles and wizards, which he could understand. He'd been standing there for about half an hour. Rather then stay on the street, Vancha scaled a building opposite the phone box and kept his eye on it ready to single her when/if she appeared.
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Post by Candace Stewart on Jun 4, 2012 17:19:25 GMT -5
Candace had spent the last thirty minutes fixing herself up. She changed out of her work attire and into something more 'muggle' friendly. The ministry had sent countless flyers and notices to all employees about dressing appropriately and what have you. She didn't understand why they couldn't just move the office to a more wizard friendly place. The muggles were always giving funny looks to visitors anyway. After she finished, she packed up her briefcase and took the exit nearest to the telephone booth
She wasn't exactly sure where Vancha would be, but figured this was the entrance he'd be most familiar with. The exit took her up, she reached for the door and stepped outside.
Now... where was he? She looked around and wondered if she had made him wait too long...
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Post by Vancha Ayris on Jun 4, 2012 17:57:49 GMT -5
Vancha sat on the rooftop and watched as people continually came out of the phone box. Boredom set it and Vancha began to play the rating game with the people that came out.
"7...5....8...3...5...2....7...9....5...7...6...2...9...6...5... He muttered to himself as he watched the people file out of the box.
"8...6...4...7...5....8.....15!" She'd finally appeared.
Vancha tensed the muscles in his legs and propelled himself from the rooftop landing gracefully a few meters away from her.
He straightened his suit up as he walked towards her.
"Good Evening." He said smiling as he approached her.
"Good day at work?" He said, not really knowing why he'd asked.
"So.. Where would you like to go for a drink? I don't really know of any pubs or bars in London.." He said rather sheepishly.
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Post by Candace Stewart on Jun 4, 2012 18:23:51 GMT -5
Out of the blue she watched as he fell to the ground, landed on his feet and spiffed up his suit. She smacked herself in the head Way to be discrete. A small gathering of muggles began to form around him with a mixture of shock an disbelief at the random phenomenom. She smirked as he approached her, trying to play it off cool... she wondered to herself how long he waited there to make his shining entrance, she hoped for his sake it wasn't too long.
"hmm.. It was an interesting day" she said casually, "Some loony tried to have his way with me in my office." she grinned, sliding her arm into his and guided them out of muggle eyes before they started to add things up. The last thing she needed was the ministry on her case.
"Theres a place right up the block " she indicated.
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Post by Vancha Ayris on Jun 4, 2012 18:49:48 GMT -5
Vancha allowed her to take his arm and lead him away from the small crowd that appeared to be forming. Why would they be....oh. He dropped from a rooftop. Idiot...
Vancha smiled at her comment.
"The scoundrel!" He replied. "I hope you got him sectioned!" He chuckled.
He allowed her to lead him through the street for a while before it suddenly dawned on him.
"Uh...Maybe i should have known this before... But what's your first name?" He asked frowning slightly. "I mean. This is going to be an odd evening if I continue calling you Ms. Stewart all night." He said chuckling slightly, visualizing the situation.
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Post by Candace Stewart on Jun 4, 2012 19:29:33 GMT -5
It hadn't occured to her that she hadn't give him her first name, she hid her embarrasement and hummed under her breath thoughtfully,"... hm.. Okay. You can call me master" she teased, and opened the door to the pub, leading them inside. The pub was well known amongst the magical community, it was wizard owned and it was rare to spot a muggle inside, unless of course if they were tourists. The locals heard too many strange incidents in the past and avoided the place like the plague when possible, which made for a very cozy place.
"Im Candace." she smiled, sitting at one of the spare tables. "---call me Candy and i'll scream rape" she threatened him playfully.
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Post by Vancha Ayris on Jun 4, 2012 20:11:29 GMT -5
Vancha followed her into the bar, taking a brief second to admire the ass she'd spoken about earlier and raising her 15 rating in his mind. He glanced around at the bar and noticed the abundance of wands that were around. He sighed a breath of relief. At least he wouldn't have to hide anything while they spoke. He followed her to the table while she threatened him with her name.
"Wouldn't dream of shortening it..." Vancha said, sincerely. "...I don't like mine shortened and dislike shortening others..."
Vancha looked over at the bar, staring at the drinks. He averted his gaze and addressed Candace. "So, what would you like to drink then?" He said, pulling his wallet out. Vancha noticed the bottles for shots on the counter and silently hoped she'd ask for them. It'd been a long time since he'd had a good 'night out'.
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Post by Candace Stewart on Jun 4, 2012 21:02:49 GMT -5
Candace tried to imagine what his name shortened would be like...Vancha... van.... Cha-cha? Fair enough. His name shortened was nearly as embarrasing as her own, if not more. She drummed her fingers against the table and wondered what she wanted to drink. It was still a week day but, she caught Vancha's eyes. He was oggling the shots being poured, no doubt looking forward to a wild night.
"well... since you're paying" hey.. drinks didnt come cheap these days! She was sure he hadn't expected her to notice him staring, but even the barman caught his gaze. She lifted two fingers, indicating for the barman to send them 2 shot glasses. How could she possibly pass up an offer like that? Candace turned to face him, "If I get drrunk umm... no naked pictures 'kay? My boss would probably find them and make me his secretary or something" she shivered at the thought.
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Post by Vancha Ayris on Jun 5, 2012 2:24:56 GMT -5
Vancha smiled. As previously noted, it had been a while since he'd had a 'wild night'. Vancha chuckled a little at her comment.
"Like wise. The last thing i need is naked pictures of myself hovering around..." He said, flashing a grin.
To help the barman, Vancha walked over to the bar and took the 2 glasses and a bottle of [[insert Harry Potter shot drink]]. He paid the barman and tipped well before returning to his seat.
He placed the 2 glasses on the table and filed them. He pushed one over to Candace and obviously kept the other one.
"So..." He said looking at the shot.
"Tell me about yourself... before we get to the point where speech becomes rather .... incomprehensible." He said before clinking his shot glass and shooting it down. When both the glasses were on the table again he refilled them.
This bottle wasn't going to be enough.
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Post by Candace Stewart on Jun 5, 2012 11:48:49 GMT -5
Candace took the glass after he filled it to the brim, she nursed it in her hands as she tried to think about herself, the last time she was asked this was during her interview with the ministry... and even that was begining to appear fuzzy to her. She stared at the ceiling for some sort of answer, "hmm... Well... I like long walks on the beach" she joked, recalling those dating shows. Lifting the glass to her lips she shot it down in one fell swoop. The liquid burned as it went down her throat, it felt good but she knew she'd be regretting in the next day, but now wasn't the time to fuss over what ifs.
"... What do you want to know?" She had grown so accustomed over the last few weeks asking other people about themselves that it felt funny being asked it of herself.
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Post by Vancha Ayris on Jun 5, 2012 13:19:16 GMT -5
Vancha chuckled slightly at her comment. He'd seen muggle dating videos and websites before and they always said about 'Long walks on the beach ' 'Dinner and a movie' 'My Prince Charming..'.
Muggles were odd people. Why couldn't they just meet someone, why did they have to involve technology in everything?
Vancha refilled the glasses and shot his down quickly thinking about her question. What did he want to know?
He thought back to the muggle dating websites and videos and what people had genuinely said about themselves.
"Well. Let's start with where you're from, your family, background and age..." He slipped age in with a smile, quickly refilling his glass and shooting it down.
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Post by Candace Stewart on Jun 5, 2012 14:36:33 GMT -5
"Oh boo. Those are boring." she gulped down the next glass, swishing it in her mouth for a moment before swallowing it. "But if you must know. twenty six" she winked at him, figuring this was his main intention on those questions. She rambled off the booring questions quickly "Essex, father mother two siblings, im the youngest... background hmm" She stared at the ceiling, and then it occured to her.
"Oh! Voted most likely to get implants" she looked down at her chest and wiggled them "guess again bitches" Not long after graduation it seemed her body had perked up and let nature take its course. She swallowed the next shot quickly and wondered briefly if potions counted... Candace smiled innocently, "And yourself? Hiding any deep dark secrets?"
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Post by Vancha Ayris on Jun 5, 2012 15:50:03 GMT -5
Vancha stared as she wiggled her chest around but quickly averted his gaze back to her face. Vancha took another shot before answering. Should he answer his tactfully or just outright...
"Well.." He said pouring out the next set of shots.
"I'm a bit older then you....more then a bit...I'm in my " Vancha coughed into his hand. "Second century..." He muttered before taking the shot. And continued quickly.
"I have 2 brothers and a sister. No parents anymore, but I'm a parent myself; of 2 beautiful girls. I was born in Scotland but have been here more often then in Scotland..." He paused for a quick reminisce.
"Dark Secrets? Aside from the whole Vampire thing i doubt there's a lot more i could tell you..." He said looking down at his next shot.
His darkest secret was that he'd killed during the Vampire Wars. He'd never killed a human, but regardless... maybe that was a story best left for later.
"What about you? Any deep dark secrets i should know about?" He said smiling and looking back up.
"Any... dirty secrets?" He said with an evil grin. Now this conversation was going in a good direction. He drank the shot he'd been cradling and poured out another set. He looked at the bottle and realised they were just over half way through.
He caught the bartenders eye and signalled that they wanted another one.
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Post by Candace Stewart on Jun 6, 2012 10:37:34 GMT -5
Se--second century? Candace's mouth dropped .... well... she always did have a thing for older men. She grinned, and swallowed her drink. She listened as he went on about himself, the typical, siblings, where he lived, children---- wait... children? She shifted uneasily in her chair. It wasn't that she had a problem with married men... no, she wasn't that petty. It was just that children well.... creeped her out to be quite frank. She recalled the morning after awkwardness of having to say good morning to the brats half naked, as they ate their cereal.
"hmmm.... " she thought. Dirty secrets? Peering over at him she grinned "thats for me to know and you to find out..." she teased, gulping down the rest of her drink. Hell, she wasn't drrunk enough yet to let things slip. "But i'll let you in on one thing." she insisted, figuring it was only fair... "You probably could have gotten that--- that" she snapped her fingers trying to find the word for it, feeling slightly disoriented "clock thing... Turningtime! Yeah that-- it was all yours" she shook her head, recalling earlier in the day "if only you didn't cop out like a b***h." she laughed mockingly.
"or if you stripped down to your skivvies. Either or wouldve worked" She shrugged, and grabbed the bottle, tipping it into each of their glasses, spilling a bit on the table. She slammed the bottle down and grabbed her drink, gulping it down, and allowing for a long satisfying "aaaaaaah" to escape her lips.
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Post by Vancha Ayris on Jun 6, 2012 11:15:16 GMT -5
Vancha frowened for a second. The turning time?? He thought about if for a second before realising she ment the time turner. He'd actually forgotten that he'd gone to her for that, and to be frank; he couldn't remember why he wanted it in the first place. He smiled as she slammed yet another drink back. This girl could drink almost as well as he could... Aside that he could drink 3 of these bottles before it starting to hit him.
The barman walked over with another bottle for them to demolish and another bottle in his other hand. Vancha glanced for a second at the other bottle.
'Whys he bought Champagne over with him?' Vancha thought to himself. As he did the barman spoke up.
"For yourself and the beautiful lady... On the house to our best customers..." He said with a small smile. Vancha quickly realise wht was going on. This is what he got for being a generous tipper.
Vancha pulled his wallet out, paid for the shot bottle and tipped generously again. Some people never learn their lesson.
The barman thanked him before quickly scuttling off behind the bar again.
Vancha emptied the remainder of their first bottle into the glasses and took his shot before opening the second bottle. He looked over the bottle at Candace.
"Well.. If you think I 'Copped out like a little b***h'; maybe we need to rectify that situation. I assume you can still get back into your office at this time of night..." He said with a dirty little grin. "And hopefully this time, I won't be the only one going down to my scivvies..." He added, pulling the top off of the bottle, filling their glasses again and taking his shot down quickly, feeling that unfamililar warmth in his body.
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