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Post by QUINN ALEKSANDER WAY on Oct 2, 2011 16:44:53 GMT -5
Quinn was smiling; dressed in his best tux with a touch of rouge fashion, he was cleaning and getting the drinks ready. He was selling alcohol to those who were in their seventh year, but he was more than willing to serve to those younger than seventeen. Quinn was still elated with what had happened a few days ago - he had asked his long time girlfriend Jaxx to marry him and she had agreed.
A student came towards the bar, and Quinn wasn't surprised when they asked for a few firewhiskey shots. "House and year, please." Like that would help at all. "Slytherin and si-seventh," the kid stuttered, hopeless. Quinn poured the shots and put them on a platter for him. "There. Don't let me catch you comin' back here again, you hear?" Quinn watched the kid nod, and smirked when he turned tail and rushed back to his group of friends.
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