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firewiskey and fairytales || [OPEN] Apr 23, 2014 14:11:59 GMT -8

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Post by ORPHEUS NEO VAISEY on Apr 23, 2014 14:11:59 GMT -8

Being a bounty hunter was easy - obtain a target, eliminate or capture the target, bring it to your respective client, and collect the pay. Honestly, Orpheus Vasiey wasn’t sure why he had even stayed at Hogwarts as long as he had. There had been no incentive for him to graduate; he knew he wasn’t going out into the real world any way. He was going to spend his life living off the misfortunate collection of other human beings, and that was just the way he liked it.

Grabbing a firewhiskey from the bar in front of him, he moved his way to the back of the Hogshead Tavern and found an empty table where he sat himself down. Twenty was the best age in his opinion. He felt like he was out on his own, able to do whatever he wanted, without the responsibilities of her parents’ expectations hanging over his head. He was a free man...at least, free in the sense that he was tethered to his most dutiful master the Dark Lord himself. Orphy smirked at the thought. His parents knew, of course they knew. They had been ordered to join ranks as well and they did, same as every other pureblood who valued the lineage. His older sister Des had joined as well - she worked in recruitment or whatever, pulling people in that were on the edge. Him, on the other hand? Well, he worked in more of the brute strength department. He was a hit-man, doing the dirty work, and he couldn’t say that he really minded. It wasn’t that different than his normal chain of events.

Of course, at dinner parties, Orphy was forced to tell his parents co-workers and friends that he had a stable job working under a smaller banking company in South Wales. Nothing compared to Gringotts, we work with about one-fifth the money supply and interest rates: Those were the words that his father had written up for him once on a napkin while they were in Paris on business. Every great criminal had a cover-story, right? He was just another criminal to go down in the books. He took a swig of his drink and then slammed it back onto the table, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he did so.

Not many students came here - that was good, he didn’t risk running into Atlanta. She was the last piece of the family puzzle - the last Vaisey standing. She probably had no idea that her parents and older siblings were running around with this kind of crowd...she was an idiot. His youngest sister had always been an idiot when it came to common sense. At first he had thought she was bred for it like the rest of them, but over Christmas she had acted like a stuck up bitch the entire time. Rambling on and on about how she couldn’t believe that she was stuck with them for another family holiday when she could be in America. Orphy rolled his eyes.

Looking around, his eyes settled on a figure in the corner of the bar. He was a people watcher - admittedly so - and he decided that tonight, this figure was his mark.

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firewiskey and fairytales || [OPEN] Apr 23, 2014 18:00:19 GMT -8

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Post by Deleted on Apr 23, 2014 18:00:19 GMT -8

Inhaling as quietly as she could possibly manage, Lily thought she might prefer to go utterly unnoticed by the other inhabitants of the bar this evening. By the time she exhaled, she had relaxed the slightest bit- no one would know her here anyway, she'd never even heard of it before accidentally stumbling across the establishment this evening. Surely no one else at Hogwarts had, either. She sought out a seat in the far corner of the gloomy chamber at a miniscule circular table, away from the hustle and bustle of the bar and entryway. It had only take a few moments before a perky blonde waitress had appeared, asking if she'd like a warm drink. "Just a glass of wine, please. Any kind as long as it's red. And maybe a water, too?" Lily responded, brushing the shambles of obnoxious red hair from her face as she spoke. Her stomach was doing a series of ridiculous acrobatics, what was she doing? Lily Evans didn't lie, ever, yet here she was ordering alcohol while underage. The woman requesting the order stared at her for a moment too long, as if perhaps she knew that this newcomer looked a tad too young. If she'd realized anything, it didn't phase her- the dear barmaid cantered off to fetch her the beverages anyway. The butterflies in Lily's stomach had subsided, at least for the time being.

A bar? For merlin's sake-why was she even here? Lily Evans most certainly did not occupy bars. But if she was being perfectly honest with herself, she knew that she was becoming increasingly exhausted with existing as Lily Evans. The act of being consistently perfect grew weary on her mind, a heaviness that constantly threatened to overwhelm her head. The pressure of tasking out every miniscule moment of her life burdened her- study, prefects duties, sleep, repeat. Her schedule was a blur of responsibility and tension, expectations and evaluations. The ceaseless routine of predictably had grown tiresome- and so, for just one meager evening, perhaps it was OK to not be Lily Evans. Just as she had reached her decision, the waitress thumped her two glasses onto the teetering stand before her. Lily smiled, dropping a few coins into the barmaids open hand and thanking her with a quaint little nod of gratitude.

But if she wasn't Lily Evans for the night, then who in the world would she possibly be? The stiff red head made for the wine glass first- a thin vessel intricately engraved with twisting Celtic knots along both the brim and base. The liquid inside was the deepest, most beautiful shade of maroon. She took a moment to inhale the scent- light and citric notes, with some sort of sweet undertone- vanilla, maybe. Lily was no expert on alcohol, indeed she rarely participated in it's consumption. But for this evening, not-Lily would absolutely enjoy a glass, or perhaps even two if she was feeling extraordinarily daring after the first. The vintage spilled slowly into her mouth as she tipped the cup back gingerly. Her nose crinkled slightly, it wasn't as saccharine as she presumed it would taste, and yet, it was not exactly an unpleasant experience. Bitter, but the subtle hint of honey combined perfectly with the acidic grapes, making for a delectable- albeit curious, combination.

For a moment, she held the succulent beverage to her lips, scanning the room to observe her surroundings. Then, of course, that which she had hoped to avoid, happened- as fate would always seem to allow. Her eyes caught those of another, a man who was staring easily in her direction. Lily shifted a bit uncomfortably, did she recognize him? He couldn't be vastly older than herself- but she could not know, she was never one to forget a face. Perhaps he had been a few years ahead of her, and left the academy already? Either way- he continued to gaze in her vicinity, what a very curious action. He wasn't too far away, and maybe it was already the wine giving her an extra burst of courage, but she decided that not-Lily should find out what, exactly, he was appraising. Coughing loudly in order to gain his attention, she called "Is there anything I can help you with, Sir"? Lily instantly regretted her decision, what was she thinking? Was she having a pre-midlife crisis, or worse, a mental break down? Her fatigued subconscious seemed to be offering an adrenaline rush to her sporadic surge of courage.

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firewiskey and fairytales || [OPEN] Apr 24, 2014 6:42:56 GMT -8

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Post by ORPHEUS NEO VAISEY on Apr 24, 2014 6:42:56 GMT -8

Watching was his forte; watching and waiting for the opportune moment to strike - even if his intentions to strike were no more than to say a casual hello to his mark this evening. He laughed to himself at the prospect, who was he kidding? He would probably try and convince her to come home with him where they could shack up and then he could send her on her way, back to Hogsmeade village where she belonged. His trained eyes watched her as his hands absentmindedly went to his neck, tracing the scars that cascaded along his skin. The red-head in the corner seemed slightly familiar - perhaps he had run into her a few times before. She looked older than she was, probably. Orphy had become relatively good at appraising someone’s age. It came in handy when he was tracking someone that was say twenty-one or forty-four. The girl seemed to be around eighteen, give or take a couple of years. Probably not younger than that. Wine. Orpheus took notice of the glasses that were set down in font of the redheaded girl. The other one must have been water - he highly doubted that she was the kind of person to drink vodka straight from a glass.

She turned to look at him, bright eyes wide open as she pressed her lips against the edge of her wine glass. Whoever she was, she was pretty - Orpheus would give her that. Then she opened her mouth an a melodic voice seemed to fall through those lips of hers that were barely a few inches away from the lip of her glass, “Is there anything I can help you with, Sir?”

A smirk settled on his own mouth, raising both of his eyebrows at his new ‘companion’ of sorts as he got to his feet. Orpheus grabbed his firewhiskey and walked the length of the bar, never once breaking the eye-contact that he had established with the girl. Was that nervousness that he detected from the way she stared at him? Or was it perhaps an inviting smile? Either way, Orpheus reached the table and cocked his head slightly to the side, “Someone sitting here?” He pointed to the chair across from her, but without waiting for an answer to his question, he set his glass down - the amber liquid sloshing out from the top of the cup.

?He used his foot to push the chair out a little and sat down, eyes still searching those of the redhead with whom he now accompanied, “Should never order wine at a pub, Ginge.” Grabbing the passing barmaid by the elbow, Orphy pulled her close and demanded she bring another firewhiskey to the table for his new companion. A few moments went by and the bar-woman returned, slamming the other drink onto the table and holding out her hands to Orpheus who dug in his coat pocket for a few sickles and slipped them into her palm. Reaching across the table, he slid the other drink in her direction, pulling the wine away from her, “Obviously you’re not from these parts of the village, eh, Red?”

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firewiskey and fairytales || [OPEN] Apr 25, 2014 18:52:11 GMT -8

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Post by Deleted on Apr 25, 2014 18:52:11 GMT -8

Something about the way he swaggered towards her almost made her swoon, maybe it was his smooth confidence, or perhaps it was because his eyes burned intently into hers, like they were the only two individuals in the entirety of the world. Whatever it was, Lily wasn't about to allow her sudden endearment to show upon her expression. She had far too much self respect to act like the other giddy, frivolous girls that paraded about, flaunting too much flesh and makeup in some deranged, invalid mating ritual. But he was handsome, and from the smirk that played lightly in his eyes and cascaded down to his lips, turning the corners up into just the slightest hint of a smile, he knew he was attractive. Butterflies softly began to flutter their wings in her stomach, but she would absolutely not allow her nerves to get the better of her this evening.

The mysterious young gentleman's voice was much deeper than she originally anticipated, the tone laced with the effortless touch of suggestion. She registered that he had inquired as to whether the only other seat at her table was occupied, but he had made himself comfortable before she'd even had the opportunity to process the question. "Well if it wasn't, I suppose it is now." Lily offered, biting her lip lightly. It wasn't an attempt at seduction, but instead a natural reflex that came at the onslaught of anxiety. Instead of betraying her calm facade, she took another delicate sip of the deep, burgundy liquid lapping within her goblet. Almost immediately, a sense of relief set in- tonight she sought to forget expectation and responsibility, at least for a few meager moments. Lily got the sense that her acquaintance was a tad careless, probably even borderline reckless. Maybe it was his relaxed demeanor around a complete and utter stranger, or perhaps it was how he allowed his brew to stream onto the table in a nonchalant manner. In truth, it didn't matter in the slightest- what did matter, was that the normally reserved red head was enjoying it immensely.

Ginge. The term reverberated deep within her head for a moment. Under average circumstances, the proud Gryffindor detested such a name- but from him, it almost sounded like a compliment. Almost. "Oh? And why ever is that?" she quizzed, curiosity pulsing through her veins- though it had really had quite little to do with her selection of liquor. The cup delivered by the barmaid slid from his fingers and haphazardly spun across the counter top, her eyes never left the cantering liquid until it stabled within her clutches. The cold glass chilled her small fingers, inviting her to enjoy it's burning whiskey contents. Lily wasn't all too familiar with harder spirits, but she had experienced the sharp, satisfying ache associated with a swig of the substance. Delaying only increased the probability that the demure prefect would chicken out, so she took a heavy swallow of the amber liquor. Her nose crinkled as her throat began to warm, the Firewhiskey sending a trail of pleasant, searing sensation to her core. At least she hadn't cringed as terribly as had been expected- Lily thought she even might develop a taste for the devil's water.

Red. Her heart beat faster for just a fraction of a second. "Is that so? What makes you say that?" Lily challenged, arching her eyebrow in the slightest bit.

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firewiskey and fairytales || [OPEN] Apr 26, 2014 9:27:44 GMT -8

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Post by ORPHEUS NEO VAISEY on Apr 26, 2014 9:27:44 GMT -8

He laughed as she told him that he could - or perhaps already had - taken the seat that he had been gesturing toward. Then she bit down on her lip and Orphy immediately grinned even more wickedly. There was something about her, something so dangerously innocent and yet still attractive about her. She seemed entirely out of place in this grimy bar, and yet she was trying her hardest to make herself look comfortable in this situation. Being a Bounty Hunter had its perks - Orph had become relatively good at reading other people. She was a little more difficult to figure out, but he was always up for the challenge. Which, was why he had sat down - at least, that was what he told himself. He was wildly more impressed with the fact that she had called him out for staring - not many women he came across had the balls to do something like that.

Orpheus leaned forward, raising both of his eyebrows as a devilish smile began to pull up the corners of his lips, “You’re not at a five-star restaurant. It’s the Hogshead - they’re going to serve you bullshit wine. Gotta play to their strengths.” He picked up his glass, clinked it against her firewhiskey and then took another large gulp. He felt the sting of the warm liquid going down his throat and shook his head to rid the feeling as best he could. He loved the fiery and throat-stinging drink, always had, always would, but he hadn’t become immune to the painful effects of the liquid. In fact, that was part of the reason that he liked it so much, “And shit liquor happens to be their strength.”

His grin wasn’t going away any time soon and neither was he - as evidenced by the fact that the red-head across from him at least seemed alright with him sticking around despite the fact that he had basically invaded a rather private party of one, “A village-native from this side of town would know about the wine.” He picked up the goblet that she had previously been drinking out of and swirled it around in a tight circle, causing the red liquid to swish back and forth around the cup. When the waitress passed by again, he held the glass up to her, eyes never leaving the redhead’s as he held out the glass. For a moment, the bar maid seemed confused, but took the glass back to the bar to dispose of it, obviously catching on to Orpheus’ wishes.

His gaze was still locked on hers as he picked his cup up again, taking another drink, “Name’s Orpehus.” He introduced himself, “Orpheus Vaisey. I could keep up with the red-head jokes all night if you want, Ginge, but I think I’d rather know your real name.”
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