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Post by Penn Cambell on May 2, 2008 6:56:00 GMT 5
Penn shook his head and waved a hand airily at the door. "Just missed some bloke being tossed out on his bum, pet, that's all. Thought it was funny." He frowned at the empty bottle then looked up at the bartender and smirked, ordering the lewdest-named drink he could recall ever hearing about-just to get a rise out of the chap. Because laughing was just funner. Once his drink was in front of him, he smiled and looked to Leona. "And what does a gorgeous bird such as you do for kicks around here, mm?"
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Post by Professor Leona Peppercorn on May 2, 2008 7:00:32 GMT 5
"A whole lot of nothing," Leo said blushing some at his compliment. It was the most she could do to suppress a 'but now that you're here' type of comment. In the movies it was always the whorish wenches that uttered that line. "Then again my view of fun may be skewed slightly. What do you do for fun, hmm?" She asked him sipping on her drink heavily.
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Post by Penn Cambell on May 2, 2008 7:05:17 GMT 5
"Ahh now there's an interesting question. And it has no particular answer either, heh, I just do whatever I can...whatever looks fun at the time. Stuff like that." He shrugs his shoulders and looks around the pub again, watching the other people there with varied degrees of interest. "Right then, there's got to be some kind of mayhem that we can cause, hm? I may have been a Hufflepuff but I can be right evil when I want to be."
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Post by Professor Leona Peppercorn on May 2, 2008 7:09:20 GMT 5
Leona shuddered at the comparison of Hufflepuff and evil. Maybe it was the drink in her, but she doubted it. Instead she polished of her glass and grabbed Penn's hand leading him ot the dart board. "Let'splaydarts, you like darts, yes?" She said very quickly and grabbed the darts off the board handing him his half, then unleashed her fury at the board, hitting bulls-eye after consecutive bulls-eye.
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Post by Penn Cambell on May 3, 2008 8:58:05 GMT 5
Penn laughed as he was dragged over to the dart board, watching the woman mumble something that may or may not have been English considering it was spoken with the speed of a natural born Spanish speaker. He watched her throw her darts and his eyes widened in amazement at the accuracy she possessed. He was sensing some agitation from her; perhaps angry darts was the equivalent of angry bowling for therapy? Bloody weird. "What on earth are you so shirty about, luv?" he asked, curious and nosey now.
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Post by Professor Leona Peppercorn on May 3, 2008 21:46:58 GMT 5
"Assholes, I hate assholes," she muttered, then paused for a moment to catch her breath. She backed away from the board and gave a slight wave with her hand to suggest that it was his turn to fire. "Go for it," she said and quickly rushed over to order a few shots of tequila. She came back with the shot glasses and handing him one. "This outta liven it up," she said with a cheeky smile.
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Penn Cambell
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Post by Penn Cambell on May 4, 2008 6:07:40 GMT 5
"Right then..." he murmurs, finding it to be no business of his really anyway. He stands before the dartboard and takes a shot, landing on the outer rim. He grimaces a bit at his horrible luck and skill with the game, but shrugs it off for another shot because at least it was all good clean fun. He catches sight of the tequila shot in her hand and chuckles a bit. First, talks of arseholes, now Tequila. The woman was clearly having a rough time of it and he probably should just keep an eye on her in case any dodgy blokes came by to make a pass or three. Penn accepts the shot and downs it, then throws his second dart and hits the bulls-eye. He blinks, in shock, then smiles and throws the third-only to have it land in the wall. "Bollocks..." he murmurs, then covers his mouth and bows his head to Leona. "My appologies for the language, miss."
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