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| *randomly tagged* | Norbert(a) | The Wandmaker (tm) Text Cut: Louise Quote:
Originally Posted by PhoenixRising [COLOR="deeppink"][...] UM. YES. Bowling. This was WAY better than any formal function and especially at sight of the FRIED PICKLES. It was as if someone finally decided to cater to the Southern American Cuisine that she actually missed most about the United States. Taking a plate and a burger along with some fried pickles, she popped one into her mouth just as she saw her boss. Oops. Quickly swallowing the pickle, she grinned at him. "Mr Phora, hi, good break?" Wait. Was that?? Oh she'd met her last year at the World Cup. "Mai!!!!! You're an employee here now!! Oh don't tell me... are you ... International Cooperation too?!?" Finally, she'd have a sorta friend here. She assumed so, since Conley was talking to her. Other than Arabella, at least. She cracked a smile at the purple shirt. Right, she should get one of those and Guttergroit was obviously the team she was meant for.
She gave a small smile at the other girl (Mariana) with the purple shirt. "Hey there, I'm Louise. Looks like we'll be on the groit team together." Cause no gutters for her, hopefully and groit was just too funny of a name. Also, no she hadn't picked up a team shirt yet, but obviously she was going to be since that was the team Mai was on.... Text Cut: Mai Quote:
Originally Posted by gritandgrace [..]Mai jumped when she heard her name called, she hadn't been paying enough attention and was easily startled. "Mr. Phora! What a pleasure." She said as she recognized his face and gave him a large smile. "I have bowled before, but not here. The balls are...interesting." Mai grimaced. Although what should she really have expected with the name of the place. "How are you sir?" Mai jumped again - how does she keep getting surprised like this? But was that - Louise!? At least this is a pleasant surprise! "Louise!? Hi!!" Of course she was excited to see this girl. She was nice to connect with at the World Cup last year. "I am!! Foreign Relations Officer with Japan and France." She saw the look at the purple shirt and cracked a smile of her own, the name was pretty good, but that's off topic. "How are you!? It's been a while." It appeared he had startled her. He gave her a slightly sheepish smile as way of an apology. ”Aye,” he said swinging his bowling shoes a little. ”That they are.” He glanced over at one. ”Hopefully they don’t bite,” He chuckled perhaps a bit nervously. "Certainly isn't the type of equipment I'm used to using myself. Should present an interesting challenge."
He was about to ask what lane she was going to bowl on, when another one of his employees walked up. ”Ms. Hamilton,” he said inclining his head with a smile. ”It seems you know each other?” he teased. ”I had an excellent break.” Perhaps he sounded a bit too, ah, happy. In fact, he had been rather disappointed that it had ended. ”Enjoyed some sunshine, and relaxed. I hope yours was well.” Adam has sent an owl to Zita a few days after their date at the Leaky Cauldron asking her if she would like to meet again. He had left the cataloguing of the meeting vague. If she wanted it to be a second date, it would be. If she just wanted to spent time as friends, he was happy with that too. Although, he would be lying a little if he wasn’t hoping it was going to be a date. He had found her to be a little uptight, but interesting. He hoped she had just been as nervous about going on a blind date as he had been. Sure the fact that her blind date had actually been, well mostly blind, was probably enough to put anyone on edge. When she had wrote back that she would meet, he had offered up the annual Ministry orientation outing as an option for their outing. He wasn’t exactly sure how he was going to bowl or if he even should try, but he thought he could at least spend time with her while she bowled. He was sure there was something else they could do if she didn’t feel like throwing around balls. He’d recently found he’d become rather good at pinball – perhaps there was a gaming center here.
He walked into the alley, support cane tappity-tapping, although the sound was lost amidst the thunder of pins being knocked down. He pushed his over-sized purple sunglasses up into his hair and looking around. It pretty dark in here and he really couldn’t see anything with his sight-impaired eyes. He pushed his sunglasses back down. No need to strain his eyes if he wasn’t going to be able to see anything always. He wasn’t sure if Zita was here already or not either. Hopefully, she would find him, because he wasn’t sure if he’d find her.
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