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Post by Jake Bice on Aug 7, 2005 21:01:44 GMT
((ooc: didn't know if you wanted me to close it or not, if you want it open then i'll make it open or ... yeah))
"I'm fine" Jake said with a smile towards Morgan as they reached the Hogs Head. Opening the door he let Morgan walk in first before stepping in after her and making his way over to the counter. "A butterbeer alright with you or do you want a firewhisky?"
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Post by Morgan O'Donovan on Aug 7, 2005 21:18:33 GMT
Morgan rolled her eyes at Jake as he opened the door for her, but stepped through before im regardless. If he would insist on acting the gentleman, she'd just go along with it for now.
"Butterbeer'll do for now," she grinned. "Feel like sitting at the bar or getting a table?" she asked Jake with a questioning look.
((ooc: either's fine, doesn't really make a difference to me - whatever you feel like))
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Post by Jake Bice on Aug 7, 2005 21:45:01 GMT
"I honestly don't care, you choose" Jake said as he hollard the bartender over to them, "Can I have two butterbeers please?" he asked placing two galleons on the counter. The bartender gruntled as he grabbed to dirty glasses and wiped them with a dirty cloth which only made them dirtier and then filled butterbeer in them. Jake nodded at the bartender as he placed them on the counter and took the money. "So decided where we're going to sit?"
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Post by Morgan O'Donovan on Aug 7, 2005 22:00:45 GMT
"Why don't we sit riiiight over...here," Morgan said with a smile as she directed Jake to a small table in a hidden corner that was dimly lit by sunlight falling in through a grimy window. The seats were small benches on either side of the table, the construction felt a bit like a cubicle open to one side. "This is where I usually sit," she said with the air of someone who felt entirely at home. She slid into one of the seats, leaning against the wall and drawing her legs up to her chest. "Thanks for inviting me, by the way," she said, smiling at Jake.
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Post by Jake Bice on Aug 7, 2005 22:12:44 GMT
"Ok then" Jake said as Morgan led them to a table by the dirty window saying it was her usual seat. He sat down and smiled at Morgan, he liked hanging out with her, it was fun. "That's alright, it's nice to have company at times and what's better yet, you're good company"
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Post by Morgan O'Donovan on Aug 7, 2005 22:18:57 GMT
"Probably only as long as you're not forced to spend too much time with me," Morgan laughed. "But, thanks." she said with a genuine smile.
"You're quite fun, too, as long as you're not trying to pick fights with anyone," she added with a laugh.
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Post by Jake Bice on Aug 7, 2005 22:23:04 GMT
"I'm sure I won't be forced to stay with you too long, i'm sure i'll just do it willingly" Jake smiled at Morgan before taking a sip of his butterbeer, it didn't taste very nice but he didn't care too much, "You're Welcome" he grinned at Morgan, "Besides, I can always stay in the common room if I don't want to see you but I doubt that will happen"
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Post by Morgan O'Donovan on Aug 7, 2005 22:27:44 GMT
"At this rate it looks like I'd be having more trouble getting rid of you than the other way around," Morgan replied jokingly. She, too, took a sip of her butterbeer and felt the familiar taste in her mouth. "I love this place, dirt and grime and all," she remarked, hoping it didn't sound too odd.
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Post by Jake Bice on Aug 7, 2005 22:37:47 GMT
"Once you meet me, you find it hard not to love me" Jake said with a smirk, "But then i can just be an annoying little git as well" he added looking out the window for a moment before turning back to Morgan. "Dirt and grime? I suppose it taste's alright, not my favourite but then everyone's unique right?"
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Post by Morgan O'Donovan on Aug 7, 2005 22:43:46 GMT
"Oh, yes, Jake, I am already hopelessly in love with you, you are the air I breathe, the ...stuff I drink, and the floor I walk on," Morgan said in a sarcastic voice.
Grinning, she went on, "Of course everyone's unique, where's the fun if you aren't?"
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Post by Jake Bice on Aug 8, 2005 7:43:23 GMT
Jake looked at Morgan rolling his eyes, "Alright maybe that was a bit of an exageration but you didn't have to be so mean about it" Jake said in a childish voice before crossing his arms over his chest in an 'angry' way. "You would be a boring old fart if you weren't unique and no one wants anything to do with boring old farts"
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Post by Morgan O'Donovan on Aug 8, 2005 10:22:34 GMT
Seeing Jake's reaction, Morgan laughed. "Jakey offended? I suppose you might have to learn to live with my sarcasm... see, I'm already driving you nuts," she replied teasingly. "Well, theoretically, in order to not be unique, there'd have to be more than one person who was exactly the same. So, boring old farts must come in pairs," Morgan said jokingly.
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Post by Jake Bice on Aug 9, 2005 7:27:45 GMT
"No your not" Jake said defiently, "I can't go nuts because I already am, I am probably the craziest person you can meet" Jake nodded before taking another sip of his butterbeer, ignoring the horrible taste. He had been in the hogs head before and he was used to the butterbeer here but for some reason today it just tasted worse than usual but he wouldn't complain to Morgan. "That is very true, that would also mean there are a whole lot more boring old farts then when I first thought" Jake said with a grin.
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Post by Morgan O'Donovan on Aug 9, 2005 10:23:34 GMT
"Oh noes! They are going to take over the world!" Morgan said in her usual disinterested voice. "Us nuts are just going to have to stop them..." she grinned. "See, getting together an army of nuts isn't actually that hard... I found you, because nuts attract other nuts, who in turn attract more nuts, until you've got a pile of nuts, and in the end, you've just got one happy squirrel!"
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Post by Jake Bice on Aug 11, 2005 7:27:51 GMT
Jake laughed as Morgan went on about nuts and piles of nuts and then changed it to squirrel, "Yes, you would have one very happy squirrel, what squirrel wouldn't want a pile of nuts other than a nutty one?" Jake asked before taking yet another sip of butterbeer.
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