Post by kylan on Oct 13, 2009 1:19:48 GMT
"And then... then she threw her arms around my neck. And she kissed me..." Laughter erupted in the small circle of people who had gathered around Kylan, and he continued with his slurred story. "But it wasn't just a kiss. It was a full-on snogging. Not to mention, right in front of her fiance!" He slammed down his fifth drink in just twenty minutes before trying unsuccessfully to stand up from the stool he'd been sitting on.
"No you don't!" the bartender chimed in. She hurried to stop Kylan before he tried standing again.
"I didn't have that many, Tink," Kylan said, shaking loose from her grip. It wasn't often that Kylan had more than one or two drinks at his own establishment, but tonight was one of the times he'd been drinking for a while at the club he owned. It wasn't good for business, he thought, if the owner was always stumbling around drunk. And, perhaps that was why Tink was doing her best to keep Kylan in his seat, refusing to give him another shot of Jack when he asked for it.
"You should go in the back and flook home," she said, shooting him a look much like an angry mother might send to her misbehaving children.
"I'm fine, I'm fine..." he drawled, waving his hand to send Tink away to help one of the other people waiting at the bar. It wasn't a very busy night, but on Tuesdays, it never was. There were the usuals in their normal spots and a few couples on the dance floor, but it wasn't anything like the craziness that the club could see on a busy night. Sometimes, it was impossible to even move more than a few feet in one direction. And on those nights, you'd never see Kylan drunk. But, it was a Tuesday, and he was well on his way toward another morning where he'd not remember the night before. The hell with it, he thought.
When Tink came back with a glass of water instead of another drink, Kylan glared at her for a moment, knowing full well (drunk or not) that there was no arguing with Tink. That was half the reason he'd hired her. She was good for keeping his customers alive when they tried to push their limits. And she was a stickler for confiscating wands so that nobody could apparate while intoxicated. You wouldn't believe the collection she'd gotten in just the few months of working at Kylan's club. Bloke after bloke would end up trying to walk home, never coming back to retrieve their wands which Tink refused to hand over.
Sipping at the water, Kylan's attention was drawn to a particularly attractive girl who was sitting a few stools down from him. She was alone, and he wondered why he hadn't noticed her earlier. At first, he found her features familiar, but he couldn't figure out why. She wasn't a regular, at least not the type of regular that came every day. Kylan knew them well enough. If she had come to the club before, it wasn't a frequent occasion. Kylan would have remembered her if it was. But still, he couldn't shake the thought that he knew her. From somewhere, but where? The alcohol in him encouraged him to try to find out.
"Evening," he said, staggering slightly as he walked the few stools over to where she was sitting. He took his new seat, and spun to face the woman. "Do I know you? Because you look awfully familiar." He cocked his head, examining her closely, desperate for some indication to tell him who she might be.
"No you don't!" the bartender chimed in. She hurried to stop Kylan before he tried standing again.
"I didn't have that many, Tink," Kylan said, shaking loose from her grip. It wasn't often that Kylan had more than one or two drinks at his own establishment, but tonight was one of the times he'd been drinking for a while at the club he owned. It wasn't good for business, he thought, if the owner was always stumbling around drunk. And, perhaps that was why Tink was doing her best to keep Kylan in his seat, refusing to give him another shot of Jack when he asked for it.
"You should go in the back and flook home," she said, shooting him a look much like an angry mother might send to her misbehaving children.
"I'm fine, I'm fine..." he drawled, waving his hand to send Tink away to help one of the other people waiting at the bar. It wasn't a very busy night, but on Tuesdays, it never was. There were the usuals in their normal spots and a few couples on the dance floor, but it wasn't anything like the craziness that the club could see on a busy night. Sometimes, it was impossible to even move more than a few feet in one direction. And on those nights, you'd never see Kylan drunk. But, it was a Tuesday, and he was well on his way toward another morning where he'd not remember the night before. The hell with it, he thought.
When Tink came back with a glass of water instead of another drink, Kylan glared at her for a moment, knowing full well (drunk or not) that there was no arguing with Tink. That was half the reason he'd hired her. She was good for keeping his customers alive when they tried to push their limits. And she was a stickler for confiscating wands so that nobody could apparate while intoxicated. You wouldn't believe the collection she'd gotten in just the few months of working at Kylan's club. Bloke after bloke would end up trying to walk home, never coming back to retrieve their wands which Tink refused to hand over.
Sipping at the water, Kylan's attention was drawn to a particularly attractive girl who was sitting a few stools down from him. She was alone, and he wondered why he hadn't noticed her earlier. At first, he found her features familiar, but he couldn't figure out why. She wasn't a regular, at least not the type of regular that came every day. Kylan knew them well enough. If she had come to the club before, it wasn't a frequent occasion. Kylan would have remembered her if it was. But still, he couldn't shake the thought that he knew her. From somewhere, but where? The alcohol in him encouraged him to try to find out.
"Evening," he said, staggering slightly as he walked the few stools over to where she was sitting. He took his new seat, and spun to face the woman. "Do I know you? Because you look awfully familiar." He cocked his head, examining her closely, desperate for some indication to tell him who she might be.