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SilverTiger · 03-20-2014, 08:58 AM

Things had gone quiet around the bar, and that only made Fion uncomfortable. She was definitely not used to being ignored, and there wasn’t exactly a lot in the Shack for her to use to get into trouble. Instead, she’d just settled in with her drink, idly tracing the hilt of the sword at her hip as if she was contemplating a coup or whatever a pirate would be plotting to do. Mutiny, maybe, but she wasn’t sure who she’d be defying. Obviously it wouldn’t have been Ned, as the Slytherin had started acting like a total idiot for Vianna and the group of dancers out on the floor. She’d idly raised an eyebrow as Banana boy had taken things as a challenge and started a trend, though. Like things hadn’t been weird enough that there needed to be a flash mob of drunk students and ghosts doing the robot. She didn’t even have to try to make things crazy, and that was what bored her.

Then she heard a voice speaking near her, and she glanced over to see that Jungle boy had joined her again. “Oh, hadn’t you heard? Apparently I got nerd boy drunk without ever offering him a drink, and told him he was drunk, even,” she replied almost flippantly, saluting him with her glass before tipping it to finish off the liquid inside. At least, she was fairly sure that Saint Airi had thought that, when it was obvious it had been her new pretend boyfriend. She didn’t care though. That just furthered her reputation, and it was almost amusing to think she could do that without raising a finger. “Were you offering?,” she added, as he’d suddenly decided she needed to dance. That wasn’t her usual style, but then, after three glasses of firewhiskey, soon to be four as she’d signaled the bartender to get her a refill, she was loose enough to not care. “Looks like you lost your dance partner anyhow.” Seeing as the banana was still off in the midst of the robot group.

03-20-2014, 08:58 AM	#124 (permalink)
SilverTiger Crumple-Horned Snorkack Join Date: Dec 2007 Location: SoCal sighs(GMT-8) Posts: 111,285 Hogwarts RPG Name: Aurora Barrington Ravenclaw Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Teagan Kensington Slytherin Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nico Diggory-Keighley Hufflepuff Second Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Simone Wild Slytherin Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Noa LeCourt Gryffindor Fifth Year x5 x3	Shoe!Girl │ Rebel Ravie │ Confundus Queen │ RP Addict Things had gone quiet around the bar, and that only made Fion uncomfortable. She was definitely not used to being ignored, and there wasn’t exactly a lot in the Shack for her to use to get into trouble. Instead, she’d just settled in with her drink, idly tracing the hilt of the sword at her hip as if she was contemplating a coup or whatever a pirate would be plotting to do. Mutiny, maybe, but she wasn’t sure who she’d be defying. Obviously it wouldn’t have been Ned, as the Slytherin had started acting like a total idiot for Vianna and the group of dancers out on the floor. She’d idly raised an eyebrow as Banana boy had taken things as a challenge and started a trend, though. Like things hadn’t been weird enough that there needed to be a flash mob of drunk students and ghosts doing the robot. She didn’t even have to try to make things crazy, and that was what bored her. Then she heard a voice speaking near her, and she glanced over to see that Jungle boy had joined her again. “Oh, hadn’t you heard? Apparently I got nerd boy drunk without ever offering him a drink, and told him he was drunk, even,” she replied almost flippantly, saluting him with her glass before tipping it to finish off the liquid inside. At least, she was fairly sure that Saint Airi had thought that, when it was obvious it had been her new pretend boyfriend. She didn’t care though. That just furthered her reputation, and it was almost amusing to think she could do that without raising a finger. “Were you offering?,” she added, as he’d suddenly decided she needed to dance. That wasn’t her usual style, but then, after three glasses of firewhiskey, soon to be four as she’d signaled the bartender to get her a refill, she was loose enough to not care. “Looks like you lost your dance partner anyhow.” Seeing as the banana was still off in the midst of the robot group. __________________ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me, at tea time, everybody agrees ...It must be exhausting, always rooting for the anti-hero ♥ ♥ ♥