Post by Carrieanne Darke on Jan 29, 2008 23:24:02 GMT
It was a normal day for Carrieanne, the sun was out and it was crowded all through the streets of Hogsmeade. It had to be parents and children getting things for the preparation of the new school term or something of that nature. Having to deal with a crowd was one thing, but when it dealing with moody crowds, Carrieanne prefered to stray away from them. Rolling her eyes as an annoyed sigh escaped her lips, though her gaze stopped upon the little pub called the Hogs Head. A little rinky dink place, but it would do to get away from people that are in a mad dash to get things done.
So with that decision she made her way across the street and up the stairs of the place. A couple of steps up the stairs, she placed her hand upon the knob of the wooden door, which felt like it was slimy or greasy from the mixture of oils of hands that were placed upon it before hers. An uneasy sigh escaped as she turned the knob giving the door a gentle push open, Carrieanne disappeared into the pub shutting the door behind her. The air was stale with the smell of smoke, must and mold. The tables didn't even look like they were cleaned seeing that there were still stains of spilled alcohol on them.
Carrieanne swayed in and out through the crowd of people who stood before the bar, she was trying to get through to find a place to sit, however, there wasn't any place at the bar to be seated. So she glanced out among the tables and noticed a little place in the back next to the window. She would order first before going back there, she needed a drink, something strong and soothing. After a few moments, she was able to move through a lesser crowd and ordered a fire whiskey. Something she hasn't had in a long time. The bartender turned to fix her drink only to return moments later with the drink she had requested. Ahh, now to get to the place in back.
With another glance back at the chosen table, she noticed it was still unoccupied, thankfully. Raising her glass up just enough so that she could move passed people without the drink spilling on them, or even more so on her. The good thing about this place was that, she wasn't quite likely to stand out. Moving towards the table that the two were occupying, she kicked the chair out with her foot and took a drink of the fire whiskey as it trickled down her throat, warming her insides that left a chill to run up her spine. Without doing anything further, Carrieanne sat down in the chair and leaned back only to realize that the position she was sitting in was uncomfortable.
Straightening her body, she sat upward with her hand cupped around the glass. Glancing out among the other tables, she didn't see anyone familiar, and of course she wasn't going to, she was still new. With that thought still on her mind, she raised the glass to her mouth letting the glass teter on the edge of her lower lip, a smile made it's way across her lips seeing a guy turn around and smile at her. Or at least she thought he did. Remembering the glass was still there, she tilted her head back slightly as the warm liquid slide down her throat.
Setting the glass back down on the table, she looked over at the window while enjoying her fire whiskey, she watched as the crowd thickened and the shops getting filled by the minute.
So with that decision she made her way across the street and up the stairs of the place. A couple of steps up the stairs, she placed her hand upon the knob of the wooden door, which felt like it was slimy or greasy from the mixture of oils of hands that were placed upon it before hers. An uneasy sigh escaped as she turned the knob giving the door a gentle push open, Carrieanne disappeared into the pub shutting the door behind her. The air was stale with the smell of smoke, must and mold. The tables didn't even look like they were cleaned seeing that there were still stains of spilled alcohol on them.
Carrieanne swayed in and out through the crowd of people who stood before the bar, she was trying to get through to find a place to sit, however, there wasn't any place at the bar to be seated. So she glanced out among the tables and noticed a little place in the back next to the window. She would order first before going back there, she needed a drink, something strong and soothing. After a few moments, she was able to move through a lesser crowd and ordered a fire whiskey. Something she hasn't had in a long time. The bartender turned to fix her drink only to return moments later with the drink she had requested. Ahh, now to get to the place in back.
With another glance back at the chosen table, she noticed it was still unoccupied, thankfully. Raising her glass up just enough so that she could move passed people without the drink spilling on them, or even more so on her. The good thing about this place was that, she wasn't quite likely to stand out. Moving towards the table that the two were occupying, she kicked the chair out with her foot and took a drink of the fire whiskey as it trickled down her throat, warming her insides that left a chill to run up her spine. Without doing anything further, Carrieanne sat down in the chair and leaned back only to realize that the position she was sitting in was uncomfortable.
Straightening her body, she sat upward with her hand cupped around the glass. Glancing out among the other tables, she didn't see anyone familiar, and of course she wasn't going to, she was still new. With that thought still on her mind, she raised the glass to her mouth letting the glass teter on the edge of her lower lip, a smile made it's way across her lips seeing a guy turn around and smile at her. Or at least she thought he did. Remembering the glass was still there, she tilted her head back slightly as the warm liquid slide down her throat.
Setting the glass back down on the table, she looked over at the window while enjoying her fire whiskey, she watched as the crowd thickened and the shops getting filled by the minute.