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Post by Justin Biermann on Jul 29, 2011 23:38:53 GMT -6
Justin stood behind the bar at O'Connors, taking a relative lull in customers as an opportunity to listen intently to a radio broadcast of the Cannons/Puddlemere match. As a diehard Cannons fan, he seemed to be having a more stressful experience of it than entirely necessary, stopping his work every few minutes to groan at yet another goal scored by the opposing team and exasperatedly rub the spot between his eyes.
He was not generally a praying man, but was seriously considering it after the announcement that one of the Cannon's chasers had actually dropped the ball in mid-air, and it took all his strength to tear himself away from the radio when he heard the door swing open.
(ooc: Anyone would be great! Or a group of people, w/e)
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Post by Lillian Turner on Jul 30, 2011 6:35:02 GMT -6
"Oi, Lagerdude! Do some work, man!" Lillian hollered at her friend as she walked into O'Connors, noticing him staring at the radio intently.
"Let me guess, Quidditch? I could've been a Quidditch player, I might still...Im young and free and I have these" she flourished a piece of parchment dramatically, her results that she hadnt opened yet, not because she was worried, she had been too occupied trying to break boards with her hands which were now bruised and covered in small cuts.
"Want to do the honours? Im pretty sure I have gotten at least an O on all of them" she nodded her head, blissfully unaware of how badly she had actually done.
(Ooc. Sorry, Lil sees Justin or Adelle and she's all 'POST ME!')
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Post by Justin Biermann on Jul 30, 2011 22:06:40 GMT -6
"Yeah, yeah," Justin grumbled, affecting a jokingly annoyed demeanor, though he winced slightly when he moved due to some very real bruised ribs from training. He generally liked to keep busy, but his boss at the pub was also Bradley, whom he had a very difficult time taking seriously.
"I have never seen you play Quidditch. I thought it was a 'sissy sport'... what with all those absurd 'safety measures'..." As the broadcast erupted in a chorus of PUDDLEMERE WINS!!!, Justin very nearly collapsed onto the bar. "At least the Chudley Cannons have heart and integrity. They have an element of unpredictability. They're not a soulless franchise that can afford to just buy up all the best players every year." He wasn't entirely sure who he was trying to convince with his impassioned speech, so he just frowned and reached across to turn the radio off before that godawful Witching Hour programme.
He took the parchment from Lillian, nonchalantly asking, "You've got a cat then?" as he looked down at her hands, though he seriously doubted that was the actual cause of her injuries. Justin then made a drumroll motion against the surface of the bar before slicing open the seal... his eyes flickered briefly over the parchment before he handed it wordlessly back to Lillian, instinctively reaching for a glass, as it could only help.
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Post by Lillian Turner on Jul 31, 2011 16:53:53 GMT -6
Waving her hands dismissively, Lil jumped up on to the bar to sit even though Bradley always told her not to do it, "I've never played it but seriously, how hard could it be? Flying around chucking balls at each other whilst avoiding slightly heavier ones? Uh hello, I've played medicine ball dodgeball, I had the cracked ribs to prove it as well" Lillian nodded proudly, she had been grounded for a month after watching Jackass 2 and renacting all of her favourite stunts.
"They maybe should become a soulless franchise so they can experience what winning feels like? Just an idea" Lillian shrugged her shoulders cutely with a smile in Justin's direction so he couldnt get too mad at her.
"A cat? Nope, a frog called Cuthbert though...well, I did have..havent seen him for a few weeks, why?" she looked at Justin with a quizzical look, wondering why he wanted a cat.
Joining in the drumroll, Lillian waited expectantly for Justin to reveal her results so when he handed the parchment back to her, she took it with a frown before looking at the letters before her, "Wow, I did good right? Look, I got an E for Arithmancy! Exceeds Expectations! Go me!" she waved her hand in the air happily before continuing, "Then Muggle Studies - P, Potions - P, Transfiguration - P...three 'Perfects'! Divination - D, D? What's D?...'delightful'? and Ancient Runes - T...'terrific'!" Lillian smiled at Justin as he reached for a glass, "Drinks to celebrate? I did great!"
(ooc. Lillian doesnt realise that she's made up her own meanings for the fail grades, she's so dim)
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Post by Justin Biermann on Aug 1, 2011 0:53:19 GMT -6
"Well... there's more strategy to it than that," Justin said defensively. When he'd first found out about the wizarding world, chucking a ball through a hoop was the most familiar concept he could get his head around, and so he'd latched himself onto Quidditch with a dedication that could only be described as rabid. He could only imagine that Lillian felt a similar attachment to breaking ribs.
"Ha ha. When they finally win the League, at least we'll know who the original fans were," he spoke vehemently while gesturing to himself. He then leaned his back against the bar next to where she was sitting and shook his head in an eh, nevermind sort of way about the cat thing.
Justin filled Lillian's glass with something called Pepperbeer, which was essentially the same brew she'd tested last Halloween, but with the side effects (thankfully) worked out. He joined in shouting and reached across to high-five her over the Arithmancy grade – which was far better than he'd ever done in that class before dropping it between sixth and seventh year – but deep ridges continued to form in his forehead as she read out the rest of them. "Okay, you know I can't always tell if you're joking. But I could really use some kind of signal in times like these. Like... maybe a hand wave. Or a slightly different voice."
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Post by Lillian Turner on Aug 3, 2011 20:15:28 GMT -6
Lillian nodded her head with her eyes wide as if to say 'Ok then' when Justin got his defensive head on about Quidditch, "Im sure there is a ton of strategy that Im just missing, but still...I'd rock the shit out of that sport and you know it!" Lil nodded her head before sitting forward slightly, "Hey when they win, we should have a celebration here...or commiseration, whatevs" Lil shrugged, acting nonchalant with a small smirk on her face.
Taking the Pepperbeer from Justin, Lil downed half of it in one go before belching loudly, pumping the air with her fist in silent celebration before looking to Justin with her confused face on, "Why would I be joking? Im...you saw the letters! All P's and D's and...oh my god, they're not passes are they?" she looked down at the results with a frown before looking up at Justin with a worried look, "Have I failed? Everything? Have I bombed completely? Justin..." she looked at him intently, searching his face for any clue, even using his actual name and not 'Lagerdude' to show she wasnt kidding for once.
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Post by Justin Biermann on Aug 9, 2011 21:38:40 GMT -6
Justin stared at Lillian without saying anything before frowning and shaking his head in commiseration. "Well... it's not the end of the world, is it?" He rubbed his chin before leaning against the bar, already formulating mental lists of careers that would suit Lil's particular talents. "You've got your OWLs, yeah, and Freeman pretty much has to write you a great reference at this point. I mean... d'you think O'Connor got good grades? Definitely not," he said while gesturing to the pub at large.
"This is incredibly difficult for me, as an obsessive academic achiever, to admit. But. Perhaps there's some chance that grades actually aren't everything."
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Post by Lillian Turner on Aug 15, 2011 19:02:45 GMT -6
Downing the remainder of her drink, Lillian felt all warm inside and happy, she knew it was completely because of the concoction but she decided to go with it, Lillian was very rarely one to let anything get her down.
"He has to write me a great one, I passed his class with flying colours AND he's boning my sister, we're practically family" she nodded her head, before snorting in amusement as he mentioned Bradley and 'good grades' int he same sentence.
"Oh come on, even this dumb blonde knows that Daddy Megabucks paid for this place so Bradders would have some kind of fortune!" she hitched her thumb towards herself before laughing, wondering if she could convince her parents to buy her a career but quickly shook that idea from her head, her mum would most likely kill her for her poor grades anyway so there'd be no reason for Lillian to even consider a career.
"Lagerdude, I know how hard that must've been for you to say. I truly appreciate it" Lillian covered her heart with her hands and bowed her head towards Justin with a sober look, "I should've actually followed your study timetable and not just drew little hearts all over it" Lil laughed, smiling shyly at Justin as she swung her legs idly.
(ooc. sorry for taking an age and sorry she's not better!)
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Post by Justin Biermann on Aug 17, 2011 1:06:06 GMT -6
"Well... okay," Justin conceded; it wasn't like Brad had ever been one to hide his family's wealth or connections. "Scratch everything, let's get ourselves adopted by the O'Connors. There's loads of them anyway. Go blonde again, we'll blend right in," he joked, wiping the bar down so he'd have something to do.
He crossed his arms and shrugged. "Yeah, well. You probably had more fun than I ever did," he smiled at her a little bit. It wasn't like he had the worst time at school, but he'd put a tonne of pressure on himself that probably wasn't necessary, in retrospect. "Point is, your parents are decent people. They'll get over it. And you'll work something out. Want to go out after my shift? We should go out," Justin nodded.
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Post by Lillian Turner on Aug 18, 2011 18:14:37 GMT -6
Putting her hand in the air for a high 5, Lillian smiled and nodded her head, "That is a fabulous idea, though we'd have to put up with Bradley...moreso than we do now. But on the plus side, more Adelle so..." Lillian made hand movements to show the negative & plus points.
"Lagerdude, you had fun at school! You were friends with me, there you go, epic funtimes for all! Im still gutted that you didnt let me dye your hair...I could do it now" Lillian's face lit up with the prospect of loosening Lagerdude up a little.
Passing her empty glass to Justin, Lillian gave a salute, "Fill 'er up son and yes, we should go out! How's work by the way? Real work, not this rubbish" she waved her hand around the empty pub, silently wishing she had stuck in at school so she could also be a hit wizard like Justin.
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Post by Justin Biermann on Aug 26, 2011 15:43:49 GMT -6
"Yeah, you didn't have to room with him for seven years. Now that I think about it, I'm not sure anything is worth that," Justin grinned as he wiped down the bar for something to do.
He raised his eyebrows and shrugged for a second before conceding. "I won't pretend to understand what you'd get out of dying my hair, but... sure. You can put it back to normal, right?" He wanted her to cheer up, because an unhappy Lillian seemed to throw off their dynamic entirely. He enjoyed her company more than nearly anyone else, even if he had a strange way of showing it. "Mind going somewhere in my neighbourhood, then?" He refilled her glass quickly before sliding it back to her, figuring they'd go for the classic method of drinking before they left to save money. "Work's fine. I... bruised a rib?" he offered, pulling up the side of his shirt to show her. "I've moved up to second-year trainee status. It's a bit like going to school, but I like school. So."
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Post by Lillian Turner on Aug 26, 2011 17:34:54 GMT -6
Lillian nodded and pointed to her own hair, "Remember my halloween costume last year? I was 'Normal' with blonde hair...natural blonde, baby! I can change this back whenever I want, not that I do want to...but ya get me" she gave a double thumbs up as she began to think up suitable colours for his hair, thinking pink would be 'too' gay & he'd probably only protest strongly. "You're giving off blue auras...but Im guessing you'd rather something a little more conservative? Leave it with me" she nodded her head, knowing that he was just agreeing to make her happy and she appreciated that, she enjoyed their chalk & cheese friendship, even after her embarrassing admittance of being in love with him, they were pretty much best friends.
"Your neighbourhood? Ooh, you mean like...man clubs? Im all in, I can do androgynous" Lil nodded seriously, "Bruised rib? Cool, Im so jealous of your real work, you get to be like...badass. Im going to be a scientist" she decided there and then, not caring that she didnt have the necessary qualifications, she'd cross that bridge when she came to it.
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Post by Justin Biermann on Aug 29, 2011 22:00:09 GMT -6
Justin watched the seconds tick down on his watch and stretched out his shoulder as Lillian talked hair colours with him. "Blue? Seriously?" he asked skeptically... he should have just agreed to go staircase surfing.
"Ha. Yeah, if you want? You... you can go to 'man clubs' dressed as your normal self, you know," he said with eyebrows furrowed, with a look on his face that said please just go as your normal self. "Scientists are pretty badass," Justin quickly pointed out: he was also fairly certain that there were laws and procedures and safety regulations involved and this gave him some peace of mind.
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