 Mom says I have no sense of direction, so I packed my bags and right.
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Originally Posted by TakemetotheBurrow  Bowling. Charlie stayed quiet and ignored Saul's questioning as he browsed the prize table. Of course she was good. Charlie Anderson was good at lots of things. Lucky to have her on his arm, Saul was. When he'd received his raffle ticket and secured it safely, the tattoo expert tugged him along, wanting to first and foremost fill her belly.
A girl's gotta eat. "Quesadillas look amazing." She'd have some of those, yes. "You want to get us drinks?" GRIN. Oh come on, the silent treatment!? He wasn't insulting her, Saul just wanted to know things?!?! He'd go off and do his own thing if she was (Maybe see if Derek would come out since the Ministry was on Holiday), or be around and morally support her for each Gutter Ball, if she wasn't.
He stuffed the Ticket in his pocket and let Charlie do the rest of the walking for the two of them. He eyed the food with her, confused as to why a Bowling Alley had such Fancy Foods out. Where were the simple Chicken Wings? Vegetables and Dip? The only recognizable thing on this table was the Butterbeer. "You saw Quesadillas?... Really?" Drinks, he could do that. Releasing himself from her grip Saul picked up two Butterbeers, as they looked the most normal out of all the crazy drinks sitting around, and held one out for her.
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