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Post by dominique on Dec 30, 2011 18:49:26 GMT 1
Dom clutched her wand, stowed in her pocket as she walked in the freezing weather towards the pub, Hogs Heade. As a cold wind shook her, she tried not to let her teeth chatter and her eyes close. She really wishes she'd put on an overcoat along with the sweatshirt she'd thrown over her clothes. She didn't usually dress as casually as she had today, but she didn't want to make an extra effort for the person she was going to be meeting. She didn't think he particularly deserved her at her best.
She walked into the bar, cursing. The pub, as infamous as it was, couldn't even afford to keep the place insulated and cold wind kept blowing from under the door. She scowled, going over to the counter to order herself a firewhiskey and then sat in a booth towards the back. She didn't want people overhearing, or even worse seeing her with Marcus. She looked down at her watch. She'd opted to keep him waiting for a bit, but he wasn't even here yet. She cursed under her breath, taking a drink and enjoying the strong burn. "Moron," she mumbled.
She looked up when, as if on cue, a person practically vaporized. Her eyes narrowed in his direction as she pointedly looked at the seat opposite to her, giving him the reluctant invite. "Speak of the devil. Don't tell me you were trying to be fashionably late," she said, eying him with slight annoyance.
TAG: - MARCUS
NOTES: - OMG! FINALLY GOT A CHANCE TO POST THIS!
OUTFIT: - HEREEE!!!
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