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Post by ORION MALFOI on Jul 26, 2011 18:22:58 GMT -5
if orion was visiting cefnystrad, there were three main places that he could be found at. one being the brothel because as a brothel owner himself, he couldn't be apart from the atmosphere for too long. the second would be his vacation home in the shire, but that's more uncommon. he usually goes there if he's bringing home some woman or spending time with family, which is extremely rare. the third and most common place would be his best friend's pub, the singing bottle, which is where orion was right now.
the albino wizard walked inside of the pub and stretched his arms up towards the ceiling, touching it with his finger tips to demonstrate that he was taller than sigilis, like a boss. "good evening, bartender," he mused at his friend, taking a seat on a bar stool. "miss me?" he asked with a grin. he'd taken a vacation from his asshole grandfather and annoying wife work and decided to come visit his best friend and his family. it should prove interesting.
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Post by SIGILIS L'ESTRANGE on Jul 27, 2011 3:43:56 GMT -5
orion was always welcomed in the singing bottle, so long as he wasn't coming here to flirt with every woman in sight or attempt to take his bar wenches him. that was a no-no. obviously he had come this far to be away from his own family - but it wasn't as if little caelum didn't get on the train and come up here whenever he wanted either way. heck, sigilis had caelum in his house more than orion probably did.
"oh you've got taller! well, you know what they say. the taller they are, the harder they fall." he jeered, knowing fully well that orion would drop like a sock of rocks should sigilis decide to deck him one day. oh he'd get him. one day. right when orion was least expecting it. either or, sigilis cleaned a cup and filled it with orion's typical - sliding it down the counter and resting there with his forearms against the top. "so, when do you plan to get divorced? you'd probably do better with some other woman." he would bluntly state, already deciding to get into the mix of this all. there was no point in beating around the bush.
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Post by ORION MALFOI on Jul 27, 2011 15:11:57 GMT -5
orion waved his hand to dismiss his little saying. yeah, yeah, his father told him that every day. old geezer was just jealous that orion was taller than him, same with sigilis. this tower wasn't going to fall anytime soon, unless his wife were to kick him in the 'nads but y'know, that's another story.
it hadn't even been five minutes and sigilis already brought up his wife. he cringed at the mention of divorce and stared into his cup. always the blunt one, just like azrael. orion was known to beat around the bush before getting to the point, simply because he wasn't good at phrasing things the way they needed to be phrased to make the point... not so harsh. azrael didn't seem to care for sugarcoating his words and neither was sigilis.
"some other woman, eh? what's the difference, i'd probably cheat on her too," he said with a sheepish chuckle. "besides, i have to stay with my wife. it's for the "family name", tch," he said, making air quotation marks as he spoke. why couldn't he have been born as a l'estrange. they were so much more laidback. blah. "how's business going?" he said, trying to change the subject.
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Post by WINIFRED L'ESTRANGE on Jul 27, 2011 21:05:09 GMT -5
It was almost funny how easy it was to find Sigilis. He was working at the bar, after all, serving the usual alcoholic beverages to the clientele. Winifred had finished her shift as one of the singers at the Singing Bottle, and although she didn’t turn this hobby of hers into a passionate, professional career, she certainly gained enough fans judging by the amount of money she earned. All she had to do was sing like a green finch and a linnet bird, and a pretty coin would find a home within the inner recesses of her purse. It wasn’t like she needed money anyhow, considering that Winnie reigned from the famous Herriot family.
A small smile tilted at the corners of her lips as she slid her lithe form upon one of the neighboring stools, taking notice of the familiar albino Malfoi. Orion had been a family friend for years, since he was apparently best friends with Sigilis before she even married into the L’estrange family. “You two are tall enough as it is. You both make me feel so small,” Winnie playfully pouted as she caught whiff of this height talk. She crossed her legs, smoothing out her dress over her thighs before taking notice of the sudden topic shift. “Sigi, you shouldn’t pressure him like that,” she commented, before adding with an air of nonchalance, “but then again, you aren’t truly happy with your current marriage, are you Orion?"
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Post by SIGILIS L'ESTRANGE on Jul 27, 2011 21:38:29 GMT -5
before he could even reply to orion and his beating around the bush per usual, they were joined by the lovely winifred - his wife. sigilis smiled lightly at her before leaning over the counter and pecking her against her cheek, this sort of affection between them quite common. everyone knew that sigilis was rather whipped over his wife... somehow. it was really odd too, considering as children sigilis was just as much of a heartbreaker (if not more) as orion.
"business is pretty okay," he would interject after winifred had finished her questioning, knowing full well that once you got her started it didn't matter how you attempted to change the discussion. she wasn't one to take lightly to beating around the bush or avoidance - so it'd be best for orion to simply answer her questions honestly, lest he want her to be the one to kick him in the nads. another customer entered and ordered, and sigilis began to prepare a drink for him. "oh, winnie. who is cooking dinner tonight? i'd rather you cook, stella's cooking is becoming somewhat... well, you know." he would hint without completely saying that he wasn't a fan or her cooking. no big deal.
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