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Harron Peasley · 02-03-2023, 02:14 PM

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Originally Posted by Lissy Longbottom

Jimmy wasn't usually one to frequent the Leaky Cauldron of all places for lunch. You couldn't get high quality salads or wraps - aka the things he was accustomed to eating for lunch in order to maintain his figure and washboard abs - at a place like this. Note the words 'high quality'. Still, Sachiko was in town, and hanging around the magical shops and pubs was the best place to accidentally run into the object of his desires on his lunch break. His EXTENDED lunch break, to be more exact. He was the boss on his floor now, he could do whatever he wanted.

Could he have simply ASKED where she was going to be and plan an actual planned lunch together rather than just wander around and hope he ran into her? Of course, but it was more fun this way.

Sure enough, because he was just lucky like that, he spotted her immediately as soon as he walked into the Leaky Cauldron. First place he checked, and there she was. Not that he'd ever admit it to anyone, but he still got all *hearteyesemoji* every time he saw her, even though they'd been together for...how many years now? When had Trinetta graduated school again? Sometime around then. Maybe. He made his way over to her, sliding smoothly into the seat next to her. "What's a gorgeous girl like you doing in a dingy place like this?" he asked with a teasing smile.

And who was this woman she was talking to? Wait staff, perhaps? Nah, waitresses didn't usually wear lipstick. Still, she got a small nod of acknowledgement, but that was it.

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

Fawning. Always. It was practically an insult that there wasn't a red carpet rolled out for her everywhere she went. Even worse? When people who once swooned and bent over backwards for her suddenly stopped and placed their attention elsewhere. It was beyond rude and selfish of them and absolutely not the story of her life and by no fault of her own. No repressed emotions over here, nope.

"Is that why you chose this place? Because you have such sophistication?" the model cooed as her elbow moved to rest atop the table and her well manicured Stiletto nails in her favorite baby pink shade of 'Hi Maintenance' drummed playfully on her cheek. She rarely every frequented the Leaky Cauldron for the food - especially after they had changed daddy's recipes under some false pretense that the menu needed to evolve to better suit current customers and the current climate of the Alley. Whatever, they were all entitled to their wrong opinions. Still, there was SOME taste left of her childhood here and some flavors not totally demolished. She couldn't help it that she had some semblance of a sentimental bone left in her body. "Besides, it's not like I had a choice where I was birthed," Sachiko added as a bit of an afterthought.

Back to the days when everything was simpler and she still believed in fairy tale endings. To think she used to jump around the koi pond here, chasing after frog to kiss in hopes one would turn into her Prince Charming.

And speaking of charming... and only a smidgen of prince...

"Trying to have lunch," she lamented with a dramatic sigh as she pushed her plate to the side just a smidgen before turning and swaying her head in such a way that all her dyed blonde hair swished over her shoulders. "Do you have something more appetizing for my palate?" she pouted, really REALLY pouting her lips and eye lashes fluttering up a pseudo innocent storm.

"I'm not a former top model," Florrie said nonchalantly, offering a shrug. It came across as innocently glib, but her choice of words was deliberate, calculated. As for the actual answer to Sachiko's question... Well, Florrie wasn't going to admit that she was here hoping that people like Sachiko turned up. The fame and fortune of the magic community all passed through, at one point or another. It wasn't often that they stayed for lunch, but when they did it was usually a very different type of individual that the woman she was currently watching. It almost sounded like she was bitter about where she was born, and Florrie filed that mentally away, too.

When the man slid into the booth next to the model, Florrie's eyebrow ended up somewhere near her hairline. If she'd know he'd mistaken her for a waitress she would have been appalled. Not that their was anything wrong with being waitstaff, of course - Oli was working in a restaurant somewhere, and her little brother was probably wonderful at it. But, her? Really? Though, if waitstaff wore Burberry trench coats, maybe she was in the wrong career. His nod wasn't returned as her eyebrow settled back into its place, and she almost retched at the display Sachiko put on. Covering it with a fake cough and pressing a napkin to her mouth, Florrie added this display to her mental file. Sachiko's simpering over a man was something she could definitely publish, after all.

Especially because this guy, aside from being hot, seemed to be a nobody.

02-03-2023, 02:14 PM	#16 (permalink)
Harron Peasley DERP Mooncalf Join Date: Apr 2009 Location: The Losers Club Posts: 7,562 Hogwarts RPG Name: Reuben Albert Darcy-Stemp Hufflepuff Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Billie Love Stemp Gryffindor Third Year Ministry RPG Name: Fintan Darcy Ecological Protection x3	Sarah thinks I'm cute \| Shan's safe space. Quote: Originally Posted by Lissy Longbottom Jimmy wasn't usually one to frequent the Leaky Cauldron of all places for lunch. You couldn't get high quality salads or wraps - aka the things he was accustomed to eating for lunch in order to maintain his figure and washboard abs - at a place like this. Note the words 'high quality'. Still, Sachiko was in town, and hanging around the magical shops and pubs was the best place to accidentally run into the object of his desires on his lunch break. His EXTENDED lunch break, to be more exact. He was the boss on his floor now, he could do whatever he wanted. Could he have simply ASKED where she was going to be and plan an actual planned lunch together rather than just wander around and hope he ran into her? Of course, but it was more fun this way. Sure enough, because he was just lucky like that, he spotted her immediately as soon as he walked into the Leaky Cauldron. First place he checked, and there she was. Not that he'd ever admit it to anyone, but he still got all hearteyesemoji every time he saw her, even though they'd been together for...how many years now? When had Trinetta graduated school again? Sometime around then. Maybe. He made his way over to her, sliding smoothly into the seat next to her. "What's a gorgeous girl like you doing in a dingy place like this?" he asked with a teasing smile. And who was this woman she was talking to? Wait staff, perhaps? Nah, waitresses didn't usually wear lipstick. Still, she got a small nod of acknowledgement, but that was it. Quote: Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie Fawning. Always. It was practically an insult that there wasn't a red carpet rolled out for her everywhere she went. Even worse? When people who once swooned and bent over backwards for her suddenly stopped and placed their attention elsewhere. It was beyond rude and selfish of them and absolutely not the story of her life and by no fault of her own. No repressed emotions over here, nope. "Is that why you chose this place? Because you have such sophistication?" the model cooed as her elbow moved to rest atop the table and her well manicured Stiletto nails in her favorite baby pink shade of 'Hi Maintenance' drummed playfully on her cheek. She rarely every frequented the Leaky Cauldron for the food - especially after they had changed daddy's recipes under some false pretense that the menu needed to evolve to better suit current customers and the current climate of the Alley. Whatever, they were all entitled to their wrong opinions. Still, there was SOME taste left of her childhood here and some flavors not totally demolished. She couldn't help it that she had some semblance of a sentimental bone left in her body. "Besides, it's not like I had a choice where I was birthed," Sachiko added as a bit of an afterthought. Back to the days when everything was simpler and she still believed in fairy tale endings. To think she used to jump around the koi pond here, chasing after frog to kiss in hopes one would turn into her Prince Charming. And speaking of charming... and only a smidgen of prince... "Trying to have lunch," she lamented with a dramatic sigh as she pushed her plate to the side just a smidgen before turning and swaying her head in such a way that all her dyed blonde hair swished over her shoulders. "Do you have something more appetizing for my palate?" she pouted, really REALLY pouting her lips and eye lashes fluttering up a pseudo innocent storm. "I'm not a former top model," Florrie said nonchalantly, offering a shrug. It came across as innocently glib, but her choice of words was deliberate, calculated. As for the actual answer to Sachiko's question... Well, Florrie wasn't going to admit that she was here hoping that people like Sachiko turned up. The fame and fortune of the magic community all passed through, at one point or another. It wasn't often that they stayed for lunch, but when they did it was usually a very different type of individual that the woman she was currently watching. It almost sounded like she was bitter about where she was born, and Florrie filed that mentally away, too. When the man slid into the booth next to the model, Florrie's eyebrow ended up somewhere near her hairline. If she'd know he'd mistaken her for a waitress she would have been appalled. Not that their was anything wrong with being waitstaff, of course - Oli was working in a restaurant somewhere, and her little brother was probably wonderful at it. But, her? Really? Though, if waitstaff wore Burberry trench coats, maybe she was in the wrong career. His nod wasn't returned as her eyebrow settled back into its place, and she almost retched at the display Sachiko put on. Covering it with a fake cough and pressing a napkin to her mouth, Florrie added this display to her mental file. Sachiko's simpering over a man was something she could definitely publish, after all. Especially because this guy, aside from being hot, seemed to be a nobody. __________________ ⇀ Standing now, calling all the people here to see the show_____________________________ Calling for my demons now to let me go ↽