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Post by Tristan Thaddeus Rowle on Nov 9, 2023 19:27:52 GMT
with a taste of your lips i'm on a ride The week had been a success. His new store was fully up and running in Ireland, there had been a few teething problems but he'd managed to sort it all out in no time. He was up to date on all his orders, and all that was left to do was to raise a glass to himself and unwind. Tristan knew exactly where he was going to go because he did the same thing every Sunday evening. Stepping into The Leaky Cauldron, Tristan took off his cloak and gave it a little shake. The heavens had opened and a downpouring of rain had come. He made his way to the end of the bar and hung his cloak on one of the cloak pegs there and the proceeded to the bar, straightening out the collar on his black shirt. Every Sunday he liked to take his usual seat at the Leaky and this evening was no different. He sat himself at the bar, perched on his usual seat and raised his right hand, running it through his hair. His fringe fell to the sides as what little water had got to his hair was soaked up. Tristan looked down the bar and gave a nod to the barkeep, letting him know he was ready for his first drink of the evening. |
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Nov 10, 2023 13:12:39 GMT
Post by Leonardo Torian Drake on Nov 10, 2023 13:12:39 GMT
 WHEN THE WORLD'S AGAINST ME is when I really come alive Sundays were always Leo's favourite. He got to spend the day with Atticus, visiting family, enjoying a lovely dinner cooked by his mum or siblings - Merlin knew Leo wasn't any kind of chef himself - and just chill out. Leo wasn't the chilling sort in his everyday life, but his time with his son was an opportunity for just that. If they weren't out and about playing in parks or getting ice cream, they were at home, surrounded by toys, just being together. It was the only time in his life he ever truly felt at peace, and so every Sunday evening, when Atticus stayed with his grandparents, Leo went into work feeling great. It helped that Sundays were the day his favourite regular liked to pop in for a drink like clockwork. Tristan Rowle was a good man, a talented potioneer, and someone Leo found really easy to be around, which was unusual for him. He came out of the back room in time to see Tristan take his seat and nod to one of the bar staff for attention. "I'll get it," Leo muttered to the lad, crossing to the far end of the bar where Tristan sat, a warm smile on his face. "Look what the cat dragged in. The usual, mate?" |
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Nov 19, 2023 23:57:04 GMT
Post by Tristan Thaddeus Rowle on Nov 19, 2023 23:57:04 GMT
with a taste of your lips i'm on a ride No sooner had Tristan got the attention of the bar tender it was made moot by the arrival of Leo. Trist smirked, his pearly whites peeking out a little as it turned to a smile at Leo's japing. "You know me well." he said, drumming the bar a couple of times with his finger tips. "Just stating?" He asked, wondering if Leo was finishing up or just starting his shift, either way he was sure Leo would be up for a drink with him. A drink, a chat, another drink and then Trist would head home, not that he had anyone or anything to head home to. His family weren't big on spending time together unless it was scheduled months in advance, and even then it wasn't set in stone. He knew that Leo and his family were the opposite, and he kind of envied that but at the same time he didn't want to see his family all that often, so it worked out just fine. |
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