Post by ANTOSHA KIRILLOVICH VOLKOV on Jan 20, 2015 5:48:43 GMT
@tiberius
Antosha wasn't a frequent patron of Hog's Head, it was much too close to Hogwarts with all its creepy little students running around for him to really like it. But he was becoming a bit too familiar with it's stinking, dirty environment to be truly happy. Of course, then again he came across a reason to come around the hovel more often. That reason was under the Tiberius. The tall Russian had met him almost accidentally when he'd been running in from the rain after having met one of the Professors he knew and ran directly into the smaller bartender.
After that they had talked a few times -as Antosha had purposely come around to chat the male up- and Antosha thought it was near time they talked after hours. So he dressed in a black pressed robe, casual but still had the air of expensive material that came with most pureblood owned things, hair tamed into something that didn't resemble a mane, and his family ring on his finger. All in all, dressed like there was someone he was out to impress. Which wasn't untrue but Antosha would have called it coincidence.
He apparated to the small pub before walking into the dank, musty air filled room that was a bit emptier than usual. Just his luck, really. It meant he could probably weasel Tiberius off the clock faster than a niffle could swipe a piece of gold. Antosha smirked at his inner joke, picking his way through the dirt filled place with care not to let his robes touch anything more than what was strictly necessary. Eventually the pale skinned, excessively tall male was standing before the counter to rap his knuckles against the probably deeply stained surface. ”Excuse, Bartender? Vat does man have be doing to get attention in hovel?” The thick Russian accent was laced with amusement, hanging almost tangibly in the air with no care taken to make his words sound perfectly together or anything.
Antosha wasn't a frequent patron of Hog's Head, it was much too close to Hogwarts with all its creepy little students running around for him to really like it. But he was becoming a bit too familiar with it's stinking, dirty environment to be truly happy. Of course, then again he came across a reason to come around the hovel more often. That reason was under the Tiberius. The tall Russian had met him almost accidentally when he'd been running in from the rain after having met one of the Professors he knew and ran directly into the smaller bartender.
After that they had talked a few times -as Antosha had purposely come around to chat the male up- and Antosha thought it was near time they talked after hours. So he dressed in a black pressed robe, casual but still had the air of expensive material that came with most pureblood owned things, hair tamed into something that didn't resemble a mane, and his family ring on his finger. All in all, dressed like there was someone he was out to impress. Which wasn't untrue but Antosha would have called it coincidence.
He apparated to the small pub before walking into the dank, musty air filled room that was a bit emptier than usual. Just his luck, really. It meant he could probably weasel Tiberius off the clock faster than a niffle could swipe a piece of gold. Antosha smirked at his inner joke, picking his way through the dirt filled place with care not to let his robes touch anything more than what was strictly necessary. Eventually the pale skinned, excessively tall male was standing before the counter to rap his knuckles against the probably deeply stained surface. ”Excuse, Bartender? Vat does man have be doing to get attention in hovel?” The thick Russian accent was laced with amusement, hanging almost tangibly in the air with no care taken to make his words sound perfectly together or anything.
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