shattered dreams. - - Saphire.

[Tristian Adams]

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Muttering along in his thoughts, he hadn't had a drink today and he kinda needed one everyday now. He was turning into such a drink addict. But to be honest he didn't care, he only got completely plastered when he felt like it.

Deciding to make his way over to the bar, he lifted himself off of the bench. Brushing himself down and pulled up his skinnies, they were quite baggy on his skinny figure. Always were falling down but back to the point, setting off on his feet. His converse beating to the floor in the background, walking down the road.

His dark green eyes moved up to the sky once again, the first star was finally out A small smile tugged on the corner of his pink lips, following around the corner into the bar itself. Pushing the door open with his right hand, he glanced around. All of the death eaters were always here. Only occasionally some other people were there, but it was their sort of hang out.

Tri pushed his way up to the front of the bar, sitting himself down on a spare stool. Tapping his hand on the counter, signaling for a root beer. Whilst his other hand pushed away his fringe from his eyes.[/size][/ul]

[Saphire Amy Lynn]

Of all the places to make herself known. With a slight smirk she sat in the bar, a bare leg draped over the other as she watched the people enter then leave again. Most didn't stay along unless they were here on bussiness, which seemed to reason for most of them being here.

Saphire knew most of the faces, from way back when. When she was still counted as a trustworthy deatheater. Shaking her head, she pulled some hair from her lips and continued to watch them. She wasn't sure if they knew she was here, it didn't matter either way. If they wanted to play, then she would make the rules.

Perhaps... she thought to herself, a smile threatening to expose itself to the people of the bar. She could always make it a game of her own..thats how it usually worked. For she was Saphire, and Saphire loved to play.

With a slight shrug to herself, and only to herself she downed another shot of firewisky. She shouldn't be drinking. Saphire was a recovering drug addict. And never did well drinks either. With a slight sigh she swated at the cup, and grinned when it crashed to the floor with a thud chattering noise.

"Oops" She said to the bartender with a smirk. "I suppose I've had to much" With a slight laugh she pointed to the cup. "Clean it up?" She asked with an innocent smile .He would, because of how she looked. "Please?" She batted her eyelashes for a moment when another person entered the bar.

Turning her head she watched him move his way through the crowd of deatheaters. With a raised eyebrow she continued to watch him.

[Tristian Adams]

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With a chuckle in his tone, he then turned his sight back to in front of him. Pressing the bottle against his lips and gulped a few times.[/size][/ul]

[Saphire Amy Lynn]

Saphire watched with pure amusement as the bartender bent down to pick up the glass she had 'accidently' knocked over. With a slight smirk on her face she watched him, and began to laugh.

"You know, maybe someone else should serve me my next drink yes?" She asked, slightly amused now. Not as much as before, but still amused all the same. As she was playing games with the bartender she heard a thought from the bar.

She looked up, and Saphire relized it wasn't a thought, but something he had said out loud. Curious, she watched him still the smirk still on her face. With a slight shrugg, Saphre stood up and began to walk over to the bar. Her dress was to die for, and covered virtually nothing. Fish net stockings that were ripped in some places and fadded out red boots.

"I like to think so" She said in the mans ear, before sitting down next to him. She crossed a leg over the other and put her elbow on the bar, looking at him. "Order me a drink?"

[Tristian Adams]

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Opening his hand as the drink he had just ordered get through down the counter into his hand. And then tapped his hand onto the counter once again to order another drink for himself. Passing the drink from his hand in front of the girl.

Raising his eyebrow lightly, as he studied the girl in front of him. Then felt the other drink be passed into his hand, latching onto it, he lifted it up to his lips. Drowning it down his mouth before placing it back down.

"So, may I ask why is such a gorgeous lady doing in a place like this?

Tri soon asked her, he hadn't taken his eyes off of her once yet. His voice was quite low and charming, like it was when he was around girls. Especially girls like this one, sitting like a drop dead gorgeous hot show in front of him.[/size][/ul]

[Saphire Amy Lynn]

If Saphire was the kind of woman that blushed, she was almost certain she would have by now. If the way he was looking at her wasn't enough, his thoughts muse certainly gave her reason to asume what he was dreaming about. Though saphire didn't have to assume, she could see it just as clearly as he could.

"Old habits die hard" She responded taking a rather large drink from her glass. She let her eyes look over him, trying to make up her mind about him. His thoughts seemed innocent enough, seeing as she was her. It was timid campared what she normally had to go through.

"What about you?" Saphire raised an eyebrow at him.

[Tristian Adams]

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A small smirk rose onto his lips, he knew exactly what she going to do now. Say his name in response, it was just too easy to see.[/size][/ul]

[Saphire Amy Lynn]

To know a person is a wierd thing. To think you know them is different, its a fake thing to feel, though a mind can't tell the difference right away. He seemed to think he knew her, she could see it clear in his mind. As if she was thinking it herself.

"I guess everyone has flaws" She shrugged, and downed the drink that was inf ront of her. Not waiting for a response, she ordered another drink and continued to look at the man sitting in front of her.