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We, The Pros of Cons | Jacen Dec 30, 2012 21:14:59 GMT -8

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Another meeting, oh how all of his plans are coming together nicely. Pushing a loose strand of hair behind his ear, Jorrie fixed what he would like to call his 'mid-day-sex-hair' as he looked at the girl sleeping in his place. Checking his watch, the realization that there was most definitely no time for a shower and he would have to deal with the smell of sweat was sort of appealing. Everyone liked the smell of sex, right? Without pulling a comb through his hair, Jor found a knitted beanie he purchased in Diagon Alley before his meeting with Rodolphus for a few rounds. It was a nice hat and it fit his personality, at least that was what he thought.

"Come on, time to get going I've a meeting to get to in about ten minutes. I don't need you stinking up my bed anymore with your filth." Unfortunately, after this particular lay Joram was feeling rather irritable and there wasn't much he could do to sate that, until she left. It looked like the girl was struggling to stay awake, which was a good sign, but he couldn't be late and he needed a hit. "Get out." The girl grabbed her clothes and slipped them on in a fury of fear, jamming the door shut Joram turned to his trunk and pulled out a small black plastic bag. Situating himself on the top of his dresser, Joram cut out a line and instantly snorted it up. Sex was good, but sometimes he needed something better.

His eyes glanced down at his watch once more and again he lifted the lid to his trunk. It was deeper than it actually looked, and with a certain stroke of hand it was possible to slide a false bottom back. Trying to remember who he was meeting today, Joram ran his fingers over all the marvelous bottles he had stored away. Grabbing his charmed messenger bag, Jor cleared out the unwanted items and placed them to the side. "Frost is the rum guy...what did I get him." Muttering to himself as he pulled the import list and he nodded. "That's right."

If there was one fantastic quality about Joram, it was his reliability to not only arrive on time, but to provide excellent tasting and high end products. Slipping a bottle of Red Currant Rum, which was a favorite served at the Three Broomsticks as well as muggle variety called, 'Appleton Estate', and each bottle goes for about two hundred muggle funds a pop. Slipping everything into his messenger bag, Joram left the common room and made his way through the halls toward the Room of Requirement. Following the usual steps and passing the entrance three times he smiled as a door appeared and he pushed it open. Empty, but it was a very comfortable atmosphere, very welcoming. Flopping down on a couch after setting his bag on the floor, Joram pulled out one of his midnight bottles of wine, popped the cork off with his thumb and let the rim meet his lips.

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We, The Pros of Cons | Jacen Jan 5, 2013 7:57:23 GMT -8

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Jacen slid his hoodie over his tshirt and threw his bag over his shoulder. It was his Qudditch bag with all of his clothes and equipment for the pitch inside. Of course there was a compartment that he had built inside to hide things that were not for the professor or other students eyes. He grabbed his broom and walked out of the common room. If anyone asked he was on his way to the pitch. He took the steps up to the 7th floor and found his way to the room of requirement. He saw the door appear and took one step inside. He knew the minute the door opened that his man was there already.

Joram. A guy who knew how to party and was always up for a good time. He was a monster who loved his sex, drugs and rock n roll. A guy that Jacen considered a friend but they both knew when to hold the line of friendship. They casually nodded through the hallways but never really spoke during a school day. Jacen had a facade to keep up and Joram understood that. Or at least Jacen felt that he did. And that was why this friendship worked, they understood each other better than most and they had a lot in common.

Jacen took two steps and dropped his stuff. He was tired of holding all of this shit just to get some rum but it was the price you paid for secrecy. Inside the room there was a very simple set up. A couch and nothing much else. Joram was sitting down, a bottle already opened. He shook his head as he approached the couch. "Joram. My brother. You've begun without me again?

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We, The Pros of Cons | Jacen Jan 5, 2013 16:03:47 GMT -8

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Looking up at the sound of footsteps, bottle still at his lips, Joram smiled. Swishing back a swig and a grin about ten miles wide Jor looked around the room making certain no one else was there. Knowing full well that there would be nobody it was not an issue, but being a dealer and an addict put him on edge sometimes, but he had it under-control or at least that was what he said. "Ah! Jacen, you're right on time, and no no no, I didn't start without out you. Got to remember how secretive I am about my wine and how often I love to share, or rather how often I don't."

Joram liked the guy well enough, he knew that Jacen was headboy and he was the seeker for their house's quidditch team, but he never tattled or snitched on the Mortelle kid. "It's just wine after all, an acquired taste, but I've got your rum as per the order. No more and no less." Jor always thought Jacen as a friend, but it was an odd sort of relationship, he also thought he and Integra were friends, but that relationship was far beyond odd.

One thing he loved about being an alcohol peddler, were the friends he met, and different people who wanted to escape reality if only for a minute. Being on the good side of the Head Boy for his house, Joram was very thankful, because if he wasn't there would be more than hell to pay, and Jor would have probably been expelled a long, long while ago. Pulling out the two bottles Joram smiled up at him from the couch. "I've got the Red Currant Rum, which seems to be a favorite among a few people, and a muggle brand that I managed to get through my father. 'Appleton Estate', is a full-bodied rum with citrus, spice, nutty and woody notes that come from sugar cane. All of which are developed naturally in the fermentation, distillation and aging processes. I thought of you when I received it in my shipment, and I'm feeling rather gifty this week. On top of this, you owe me five galleons for the Red Currant Rum, and you can walk away with this 21 year old, hand crafted Rum from Jamaica. All I ask is you share a glass, I'm curious about it's taste."

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We, The Pros of Cons | Jacen Jan 22, 2013 12:03:57 GMT -8

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Jacen smiled as he saw Joram stop dead in his tracks. He was clearly caught off guard even by someone he had invited here tonight. “Well that is true, you have always had that little sharing problem. Did that stem from the sandbox as a boy? Someone not let you play with their toy truck” Jacen smirked as he spoke. Jor was a funny guy who was always quick with a joke just as Jacen was. They were never seen together other than at a party or in the common room or in secret. They didn’t look right in public, Joram wasn’t the kind of person that the Professors looked kindly on, especially when you are the Head Boy. But when it came to parties Jacen trusted no one more than Jor.

“Eh wine.” He could feel his face pull up into a frown as he spoke and it quickly spin back into a smile when spoke of the rum. There is nothing quite like the sweet taste of the rum on the tongue and a girl on your arm. “See how well we understand each other” he smiled and waited for the presentation to begin. Joram was a damn good showsman. A true public speaker and this was a part of the process Jacen thoroughly enjoyed. Joram began by talking about the two bottles in front of him. He gave so many details about the rums it was just so unbelievably impressive, a bit over the top but quite impressive.

“Listen I’ll take both. Grab some glasses and we will take it for a spin” he smiled and pulled a pocket out of his quidditch bag and shook the coins inside. “Now what’s that final price my friend. I should have more than enough” he smiled, he was fortunate to find out that he was indeed rich in this wizarding world. He always made it work to his own benefit.

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We, The Pros of Cons | Jacen Jan 24, 2013 22:29:32 GMT -8

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"Oh Jacen, you know me to well. It was my favorite truck after all. The yellow paint chipping off, it was everything to me." A saracastic tone emitted from his lungs as he smiled a geniuine grin. "See, exactly what I thought you would say. Just wine." Sitting up in a better position he required two glasses and upon the coffee table before them they appeared. "Not too shabby, eh?" Opening the bottle as Jacen continued to speak he nodded. Joram had always been firm on his prices, even though his family had coin it didn't phase him. If he could make a few cents off every bottle, we then.

Counting with his fingers as he was sorting out the prices he nodded. "We'll go with the usual 5 galleons for the Red Currant Rum, as for this, all you have to do is share and you're home free." Filling the small glasses about half way he smiled at Jacen. Always sharing a drink with his clients on the house happened to be his favorite thing, but he really was unsure of what to say other than the usual banter between house mates.

"How do you think our quidditch team is going to fair this year?" It was the first thing that came up, glass meeting his lips in a luscious kiss, Joram smiled over the crystal. "Damn shame I get motion sick when I fly or I would have tried out years ago." That was and has been his excuse ever since he got to Hogwarts. Little did they know he was a fantastic flyer, but alas, because of what he was he was restricted.

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We, The Pros of Cons | Jacen Feb 7, 2013 6:12:15 GMT -8

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Jacen couldn't help but laugh at the pure sarcasm coming from Joram, it was almost dripping from his mouth. He watched as Joram thought hard, almost commenting on that fact but before his eyes appeared two glasses. "God I love this room. I'd forgotten how much until right now" This room had always been good to him, he had plenty of things hidden away inside these walls. Somewhere deep inside the walls, he never understood how this room worked but on principle he rather be oblivious in this situation.

Jacen reached into the bag and grabbed the five galleons and grabbed an extra two. He placed all seven on the table and took his glass off the table. Jacen was well known for tipping, his mother had worked in a Muggle restaurant when he was younger and she always spoke of the necessary evil that was tipping. He smiled and took some of the drink down. Damn that was some good stuff. "Wow that's unbelievable, you always know your shit Mortelle" he smiled and took another mouthful.

He heard him ask about the Quidditch team and smiled. This was when they ran out of things to talk about, most of the time when they hung out they were drunk or making quick exchanges. Awkward wasn't an emotion that Jacen felt so he didn't mind the situation but most people did. "The team should be pretty good, we have a wide variety of talent and each position. Come on Mortelle there are spells for that sort of stuff, we could always use another good chaser. I can't do everything by myself." he grinned his typical smile and couldn't help but chuckle slightly. He felt like a salesman.

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We, The Pros of Cons | Jacen Feb 9, 2013 23:15:49 GMT -8

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Jacen was a good friend to Joram when in private, but when faced publicly they hardly spoke with one another, that was unless it was a party. Everyone knew what kind of person Jor was and to be on good terms with the head-boy was always a great thing. He hardly got in trouble for sneaking the ladies into or out of the Hufflepuff common room, and if he did get caught he always managed a deal with Jacen. Normally it consisted of taking a couple sickles off the bottle price, depending on the severity of the crime. Sure he's had Slytherins in and out of the common room before, mostly Integra, on the occasion Rodolphus, but Jacen never said a thing. If he did business was going to plummet and students would be pissed. It was a vicious circle the both of them seemed to work into some sort of friendship.

"Thank you for your patronage kind sir." Jor smiled and slipped the seven coins into his bag. "Also, I try to learn as much about what I'm selling before I do sell it. I know what flavors you like so I make sure to stay within the same range but bring in some sort of variety. It is a muggle brand that I have found very enticing." It has always been this way, once the sell was over it got to boring small talk, he didn't really know Jacen outside the purchase and something inside him wished that he did. Jor was leading a dark path and he could use friends that would put him in the right, because Jacen Frost was totally going to be that friend.

Quidditch though. Joram did enjoy the sport, but he wasn't allowed to compete unless he wanted the team to forfeit. "I'm glad, I love watching the game and my father hasn't quite figured that out so I'm a horrible flyer." Lie. Truth happened to be that Joram was an excellent broomsman, he was fast and agile, but being what he was made certain that he was never going to be on the house team. "Maybe I'll practice my skills and try out next year, or maybe I'll get beginners luck." A little bit of encouragement would send him a long way. Maybe he would need to talk to Dumbledore about trying out for the Hufflepuff team. He's always wanted to play, or maybe Joram could strike up a deal. "You know what, maybe I'll give it a shot. When do you want to see me fly, il capitano?" At this point the long haired boy didn't care about the rules, he would figure it out in the end he always did.