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Post by cynthia montague on Jan 31, 2009 17:52:10 GMT -5
i think we glow that fucking bright, oh [/i][/size][/right] It was just another night, another day at work for Cynthia Montague. Considering it was The Leaky Cauldron, probably the most popular wizarding pub in England, it wasn't crowded at all, but considering it was Thursday and half an hour to closing time, it could count as a lively night. Noticing costumer after costumer ordering stronger and stronger drinks as the hours passed, she wasn't looking forward to closing the place down for the night at all. Conflicts weren't really her thing, and not everyone got easier to handle once they were drunk.
Cynthia leaned up against the bar and gazed out over the pub. She didn't regret choosing that path, she was still convinced that it was better than any position as wife slash mother. But it was with annoyance and boredom she looked at the place. It was getting quite monotonous, same old thing everyday. The Fridays and Saturdays could be fun, she was a waitress that people weren't at all unwilling to include in celebrations, but it was still... Uninteresting, it didn't quite satisfy her. Her romanticized vision of the pub visitors as interesting and different and deep people had quickly been replaced with the one of fat old repulsive wizards and freaky lonely cat ladies.
She tightened her pony-tail and walked in behind the bar. "It could be so much worse" She thought as she polished some glasses to have something useful to do while her costumers drowned in their own.
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Post by jude whitby on Jan 31, 2009 18:38:53 GMT -5
It had been one of those shitty days where it just seems like everything and everyone is out to get you. Where you stumble and fall over every little obstacle. Not to mentioned he had received another letter from someone wanting to form a band with him, but he had turned up at guys apartment only to find that the guy was talentless wanker. And that was putting it nicely. Jude was actually on his way back from the guys place, but decided to go for a late night drink instead, or two. He might regret in the morning, but he honestly did not care at the time being. He would not have much time seeing that the Leaky Cauldron would be closing soon, and that was where he wanted to go. He started to half run through the streets, not something he enjoyed very much. Jude preferred having all the time in the world, and not having to rush anywhere. Unfortunately, the world did not agree with him. The only good thing about running was that it helped keeping him warm. He had been foolish enough to only take a black cardigan with him, which now was cliched to his body because of the rain.
The Leaky Cauldron seemed to be rather busy despite of the time and date. Jude glanced around the pub, seeing one poor soul after the other. Scary women, and perverted old men. Gotta' love it right? Jude did. He much preferred these people over the snobby ones you could find other places. Plus he did not really feel like going into any deep conversations tonight, and the chances of that happening here did not seem likely. Jude stood out from the rest of the guest, he seemed more together and less pathetic them that. It might just have been the designer clothes though. But most of the regular guest knew him by now, and let him be. He was and interesting young man with a sharp tongue, and you would not want to get in a word fight with him.
Jude headed straight for the bar, not stopping to talk to anyone tonight. He stopped at the bar looking at waitress who was polishing some glass. "Hey, a fire whiskey please?" Though he did not recall having seen this waitress before in the pub, she did seem oddly familiar. "Unless you are closing night now?"
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Post by cynthia montague on Jan 31, 2009 19:15:46 GMT -5
Cynthia put the glass down on the counter, and it took just about enough time to let the question 'who the hell enters a bar at this time' slip through her mind before looking up at the man. She was taken aback. She didn't recognize him and that bugged her. Of course she couldn't memorize every face she saw, popular pub, remember, but... Well that man couldn't be just anyone. Her light blue eyes widened slightly, quickly analysing his face. He looked rugged and twisted, so incredibly attractive. "Not quite yet" She answered him and stood up to get him his fire whiskey. "Besides, you'll probably get at least half an hour more while I'm trying to get those out of here" Cynthia added with a faint smile, nodding towards a bunch of loud reddened wizards.
She put the drink on the counter in front of him, praying to some unknown higher power that he'd stay at the bar instead of walking to one of the tables. He was by far the most appealing person she'd seen for months. "Here you go" Cynthia said. She had messy hair, messy make up, and a messy pub, but this man still miraculously brought her mood up. It was like his presence gave her the hope for the world back, the to her unknown man in front of her felt like the most real person in the world. And she'd only heard him speak two sentences. "Ridiculous" She thought, smirking at herself.
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Post by jude whitby on Feb 1, 2009 5:15:39 GMT -5
Jude followed her nod toward some drunk wizards further away. "Yeah I see how they might become a problem." He gave her an apologetic smile. She did not look like your regular pub waitress he thought, definitely not someone big enough to through those men out all by herself. But he might be wrong, maybe she had more force than she let on. She was also far too pretty, normally the Cauldron had big chested, loud women behind the bar. However, this girl was honestly beautiful with her messy hair in this messy pub, seeming totally out of place but still fitting in some strange way. Jude was not quick to call someone beautiful, it was something that was almost unattainable and should be used on a lot of girls. Harsh. He did think a lot of girls were pretty, just not beautiful.
He sat down on the chair he had been leaning on. He did not wish to leave the beauty in front of him to go sit somewhere else. Quickly he swallowed the whiskey letting it burn through his throat, spreading warm to the whole of his body. "Thank you!" It would perhaps to some seem odd, why in the world a twenty year old would be sitting in pub at this time on a Thursday. But Jude did not care much, he had nowhere he had to be tomorrow or any obligations, only the night ahead of him. A nicotine crave started spreading in Jude's body, and he felt his fingers finding their way to a packet of cigarettes in his pocket. They locked around one and lead it to his mouth, his other hand had already found his wand, and within seconds the cigarette was lit. "You don't mind do you?" He had for moment forgotten about the waitress, but now it appeared to him as extremely rude not to have asked before he lit it. Which was odd, because Jude was normally not one for being polite.
Jude's eyes locked on the girls once more, he was sure he'd seen her somewhere. And yet she seemed completely unfamiliar. Jude caught himself starring into her eyes for bit to long, and quickly moved his glance to the table. Again something strange for Jude, he never felt awkward or nervous around anyone, most definitely not a stranger. He fought to keep his appearance as cool as ever though.
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Post by cynthia montague on Feb 1, 2009 5:49:29 GMT -5
So Cynthia thanked her unknown gods. She watched him light the cigarette from the corner of her eyes, maybe she was having hallucinations. Hadn't she minutes ago wished for someone like him to enter? She was having a hard time keeping her eyes off of him, therefore she was quite relieved when he spoke to her, giving her an excuse to look at him. "Of course not" she said, sounding a little happier than necessary, not at all as nonchalant as she had intended it to be. He was quite unbelievable, even before he started puffing. She couldn't help but gazing into his blue eyes while inhaling his light grey second-hand air.
His eyes were perfect, and she didn't like that he looked away. But it was for the best anyway, to keep her from blushing when she finally realized that she was staring. She wasn't really a blusher. Cynthia instinctively lifted a hand to her hair, which didn't really make her feel better. It wasn't like she could go home, have a shower and then go back to the pub before that special breathtaking boy left, even though she wished she could. Stupid, how much she cared about what the stranger thought about her. It was just another costumer, really. Yeah she tried to tell herself that.
"Um..." Cynthia started after several seconds of deliberation and silence, "So what brings you here?" she asked him. He had been kind enough to ask her if it was okay to smoke, so ever how afraid she was about appearing as annoying and clingy, she decided that he probably wouldn't hate her for breaking the silence. And she wasn't going to just sit there and wait for the perfect man to drink up and leave.
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Post by jude whitby on Feb 1, 2009 12:23:06 GMT -5
[/i] He thought. Giggling was something Jude never did, and to be honest it wasn't so much a giggle as a breezy laugh. He quickly got the same old control of himself, and preventing his face to show his amusement. He did not wish to offend the waitress, he would hate it if she left even just to serve another customer. At that though Jude quickly glanced around the pub and their costumers, as to make sure no one was about to order anything. Thankfully all the wizards seemed to busy talking or yelling about something, to care about the two young ones at the bar. "Well I was on my way home actually, but it started to rain and I felt like a drink." He let a small smile spread on his face before continuing. "I kind of forgotten about time before I got here." He apologized. To be honest it was kind of true, he had forgotten about time, because, well Jude did not really keep track of time, however, even if he had known the truth he probably would have gone still. "Are you supposed to call it night all by yourself?" He frowned. He knew the answer, but still thought it a little off to leave someone as fragile as her to get rid of all those drunk wizards. "I'm Jude by the way." He held out his hand. Jude had never been the one for small talks or polite actions, still this girl seemed to make him want to have a conversations, even if it only could be a small one. He was pretty happy she had been the one to break the silence though, he did not want to appear desperate. [/ul][/size]
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Post by cynthia montague on Feb 1, 2009 12:45:58 GMT -5
He laughed. At her? Definitely not making her feel better. But his laughter was too good, instantly calming. And hallucinations didn't talk, right? "Don't think about it" Cynthia smiled, taking note of the apologetic tone to his words instead of how his lips curved. "Yeah, tonight I am" He seemed to care. "But it isn't that bad, the ones drunk enough to try to resist aren't sober enough to handle a wand" she stated. He had to care, her was far too gorgeous to be that nice just for the sake of it. People looking like him wasn't supposed to have to be sweet. Not that she understood what reason he had to be nice to her, but still. Cynthia managed to get rid of the feeling of being pushy, at least.
It was like her heart skipped a beat when he held out his hand for her. Now she wasn't sure if she was completely okay with that he came so late, she'd spent the whole night being bored out of her mind, waiting for something like this. Well to be exact, she'd spent a couple of years waiting for someone like that. She took his hand, quickly memorizing the feel of it and let go, if she didn't do it fast, she might just forget to let him go. "It's lovely to meet you, Jude" Cynthia said being completely honest, it was quite different from every other It's lovely to meet you's she'd spoken in her life. "I'm Cynthia"
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Post by jude whitby on Feb 1, 2009 14:37:56 GMT -5
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Post by cynthia montague on Feb 2, 2009 0:34:20 GMT -5
Jude made Cynthia's tummy feel funny. The comment about her name was far from the best compliment she'd heard, but it still satisfied her, she was sure he liked him. Not as much as she liked him of course, that would be weird, but still. What was it, a new friend? A hook up? Well neither of those answers seemed enough. "Yeah well at times, I guess" She shrugged. She didn't mind his question at all, she'd gotten in so many times during family get-together's in a highly offensive way, so she'd gotten used to it. Not that she thought that Jude meant anything bad, he was the boy drinking on a Thursday night, anyway. "But it's more a question of tiring, Saturdays are awfully tiring, but it's still... Fun, you know, I can't really imagine a job I'd like better, even though the weeknights are quite off-putting" until now, she mentally added.
She was kinda afraid now, that every night would feel completely wasted after this, could something top it? Jude, that boy was perfect, and karma says Cynthia would only get a trial of heaven. But it was so worth it, she'd go through a lifetime of melancholy and monotony with just the memory of him. God, he smelled like heaven. Jude, it wasn't such a usual name, right? She let the thought of tracking him down to stalk him play through her mind, but quickly scrapped it. So he might be a little interested in her, but that didn't mean that he wanted to spend more than these fifteen minutes left with her. Okay maybe the night, but that didn't count.
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Post by jude whitby on Feb 2, 2009 8:00:48 GMT -5
[/i]" He knew that was not what she had meant, so he tried to hide his need of confirmation with a teasing smile. He started at her again, he could not seem to really help himself. It was like his eyes would not let go of hers. A desperate voice inside his head told him to get a grip and his mind and body both seemed to be shouting for another drink. For moment he wondered if he should tell her something about why he was sitting here, a week night and drinking fire-whiskey. But would she even care? He was a stranger, a customer. Still something told him that some of the attraction he felt toward her was returned. In his head another worry appeared, what would happened in twelve minutes? Would he never she her again? No, he had to the Leaky Cauldron would definitely be his target the following nights. Even if that meant her thinking that he was some kind of an alcoholic. Which, to be fair he could be from time to time. Jude started at watch hinging on the wall again, did the minute hand always move this quickly? He thought not. It was like a race between time and his thoughts, the time just flying past his thoughts, as they tried to come up with something to say. He cursed his former self, for not having gone to the Pub to begin with, without having gone to see that hopeless pianist. Though the bigger part was just happy that he had gone to the Leaky Cauldron, that Cynthia had been there. Even if he only had ten minutes left to enjoy her company in. "I wasn't really expecting all there to be all these people here," he glanced around the room "considering the time I mean." What a silly thing to say, but Jude had realized that he had not said anything in a while, but just stared at her. [/ul][/size]
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Post by cynthia montague on Feb 2, 2009 11:34:34 GMT -5
He must've done it by purpose, attempting murder, that smile made Cynthia forget to breathe. She bit her lip and quickly looked down on her hands playing with the hem of her shirt. She smiled and shook her head, "No Jude, you're not" she assured him. What was that? She did not giggle, well unless she was drunk, she did not blush, boys didn't embarrass her like that, still Jude made her appear as some fifteen year old goose. Perfect, Cynthia, she thought.
She brought herself together, mostly thanks to the sudden rush of loathe for herself, and looked up to find his eyes at her. Hypnotically, you could say, forcing her to stare back. Well it wasn't like she resisted anyway. It was so surreal, it was a Thursday night, stuff like that happened on proms and... well yeah, in dreams. They were in a pub, rainy Thursday night, and she was quite sure of that it wasn't a dream. She doubted that her mind could produce something like that out of nothing his... His lips, shoulders... She'd never really been fond of blue eyes, but Jude was effectively changing her mind.
"Oh" Cynthia said after he spoke, somewhat startled from being that abruptly awakened, "Well it's the cauldron" she shrugged. It was rather crowded actually, but it had been so quite often lately, people were miserable and well, tonight's rain wasn't bringing them up. Cynthia took a quick glance around the pub, as well as everyone there was one of the regulars, and they knew the rules. She'd lost her temper last Monday and literally kicked one of them out after stunning him, so now she usually just had to remind them, tell them to leave. She looked at Jude again. She doubted that she'd get all the drunks out of there in ten minutes, but maybe, maybe there was a chance of that she'd succeed before the boy in front of her left. Tough decision. "Excuse me" She said and levitated a tray next to her, "Just for a second".
She walked between the tables, placing glasses on the tray hovering steadily by her side. Her uniform was flattering, and mostly she wasn't that fond of it, it wasn't the slightest practical while handling drunk old perverts, tonight she was perfectly fine with it, the reason sitting at the bar. Cynthia had a feeling of that the reason would spare her some glances.
She woke some sleeping people up, blew out some candles and picked up drinks and empty glasses. The loud men she'd been worrying about wasn't that bad this night, they shot a volley of inappropriate words at her when she took their half-full glasses, but even though they were drunk enough to not give a crap about anything their mothers had learned them about acting towards a lady,they were conscious enough to associate the words 'beat' and 'ban' with something bad. So after some nagging, shoving and threatening, they were out of the place.
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Post by jude whitby on Feb 2, 2009 12:51:43 GMT -5
[/i] When was the last time Jude had cared about anyones opinions? His grandfather? Yes, and that certainly not been in way, he wanted her to like him. God, no. Jude had never really been a relationship kind of a guy, far from it actually and to be honest he'd never really been in love with a girl before. He had liked a couple of few over the years, but mainly they only lasted for a night. However, he felt strangely drawn to this girl, like taking home for the night just wouldn't do it. It was easy to hear the rain falling outside, and that despite of there being about twenty drunk wizards in the room. It felt so unreal, that he was siting here, inside this pub, talking to one of the most beautiful girls. Jude was not a man who believed in faith, or other higher meaning of life, but it could not have been total coincidence, could it? Okay, it could. She was a waitress and he was drinker. Still, Jude did not care much, he was here, talking to her and that was all that mattered at the moment. He threw what was left of his cigarette in ashtray on the bar. "Yeah I guess your right." It had been a while since Jude had last been at the pub. Once it had been of his regular hanging out places, however lately he had been going to different pubs all over town to find someone capable of playing at least a bass or something. "Sure.." Jude hated the thought of leaving, but there really wasn't much he could do. She had to take care of her work, after all that was what she was there for. Plus, she'd probably have been slightly weirded out if he had said no. Then there was the think about wanting to make a good impression, which meant showing manners. He couldn't help but to stare at her as she walked between the different tables, picking up glasses and putting them on a tray. For all he cared world could stop right there, and he could stare at her forever. He thought of the empty sheet of paper next to his bed, no doubt would they be filled tonight. The thought made him happy, it had been ages since he had last written anything descent, and tune even started spreading inside his head. Impressed he watched her throw out the loud men, who only objected with rude words, which Jude wanted to punch back into their mouth. But he couldn't move, he could not get himself to get on his feet and go protect her. It also seemed like she had it under control, and the men was soon out the door. What now? Was he supposed to go to? He did not think so, at least he did not hope so. After having gained control over his legs he jumped off the bar chair, and walked toward the door, toward her. "Impressive I have to say," not that he had really been paying attention to the words shared between her and the men, he had been far to busy staring at her slender body in the flattering uniform. But she did not needed to know that. "Are you going home now too?" He wanted to walk her home, he wanted to get to know her, to talk to her just a little longer. [/ul][/size]
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Post by cynthia montague on Feb 2, 2009 13:38:07 GMT -5
Cynthia looked at Jude, somewhat disappointed, a little bit frightened, the boy was too close to the door. "Well actually," Cynthia started hesitantly, she'd been abnormally shy since he entered -how many times had she been ready to blush?-, her courage and attitude had to have been stocking up somewhere, she just had to force it to her lips. When she thought about it was obvious that he liked her, at least enjoyed her company, and what was the worst that could happen, him just going home. She'd seen it happening all the time, failed flirting attempts. They'd known each other, if even that, for less than thirty minutes, it wouldn't be like the love of her life was dumping her if he left. She was quite sure though, of that his departure would hurt her much more than any regular flings.
"I kinda feel like a drink" now that wasn't so hard. It's wasn't unusual that Cynthia stayed at the cauldron a while after closing, some nights something calming was called for, and she of course couldn't drink while working. "Have you had enough for a night already, or...?" now that was kinda unusual. It wasn't everyday she met someone at the pub who she'd feel like spending some extra time with, it was more her style to close earlier just to get some space. She smiled slightly at Jude, anxious about his response even before the words possibly could have reached his ears, we're talking about the speed of sound.
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Post by jude whitby on Feb 2, 2009 15:37:16 GMT -5
[/i] And the self-control was gone, replaced with an odd nervous feeling in his stomach that he had never felt before. Like someone was tickling his inside, making it feel like he was about to explode. To be honest, Jude was not sure he liked this feeling, he liked being in control and a part of him even liked never feeling bond to another human being. It was freeing, it was his way of life. And not to say that this girl was going to change all of that, but she had already moved more in him than any girl he'd ever met. Then again no girl had ever really made Jude feel anything but lust. It seemed like a silly thing to say, but Jude finally realized what it meant to have butterflies in your stomach. And what a strange feeling it was. And the self-control was back, and so was the coolness of his face. She wanted to have a drink with him, that mean something good. Plus, Jude really wouldn't mind another drink, alcohol seemed like a good way of getting rid of all the butterflies, drown them. "I suppose I could I do one more." Relieved that his voice had not betrayed him, that it had remained cool and polite, he sent her one of his now not so rare smiles. He still really wanted to see hers. "I don't think the rain will stop the next fifteen minutes or so, anyway." What was he now? The weather man. Jude wanted to kick himself, if it had been sunshine and cloudless outside he'd have preferred having a drink with her. However, he remained cool on the outside, for a little while still. [/size][/ul]
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Post by cynthia montague on Feb 2, 2009 15:56:15 GMT -5
She would have clapped her hands or giggled or something like that out of relief and joy, but he didn't seem all too excited about it and Cynthia didn't want to annoy him or anything. And she felt rather stupid for being so happy about something that he seemed to be indifferent about, to the point of the weather. Well that didn't tone down her joy too much, "Awesome" she said, her voice was a mixture of the gratitude and relief she felt and the 'i just don't want to drink alone'-vibe she tried to show.
She walked back to the bar, got two glasses, filled them and sat down on one of the barstools. Cynthia felt like being honest, like saying something like 'You made my day', but yeah, the way he acted just now made her doubt on how much he wanted to hear. Shit happens, and he just wanted some company for a few minutes, and now just desired to go home, it wasn't all that seldom she herself did that. The thought stung, and she decided to not think so much. Such mood swings, he apparently wasn't satisfied with making her act like a fifteen year old fool, he wanted her to feel like a hormonal thirteen year old. She still adored him though, she really was a fool for him now.
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