AWDT Drabble - Happenings in a Muggle Pub
This week's drabble for AWDT
Title: Happenings in a Muggle Pub; The Game Begins.
Author : siriusmoonlite
Challange: AWDT
Prompt: Make me smile
characters: Thomas, Winston, assorted people in the pub, and Sirius.
Word count: lots 1200+
Rating: PG13
A/N This is an abridged version..Only half of what I had written, so it continues.
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The decision was made. The game was on. Tonight would be the commencement.
And who was given the honour of determining where and how it would happen? A very new transitioner in training named Cooper. Normally, a privilege such as this was accorded to those with at least five hundred year’s of service. Cooper, having died just over two hundred years ago was proud. He was determined to do this one right.
Cooper had frequented many a pub during his life and he could think of no better place for it to happen than in one of his favourites.
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The tourist brochures of London boast of pubs with the names “The Lamb & Flag”, "The Black Friar", “The Red Lion”, "The Australian" and “The George”. These very places are displayed on computer screensavers and wallpapers around the US.
Nestled in the heart of London at the end of a deserted alley stands a different and not so famous pub. Even among its patrons, you will be hard pressed to find anyone who knows its name. Yet if push comes to shove, this establishment boasts a more colourful history than most. And this history testifies to just how old this place is.
In 1393 King Richard II decreed the following:
"Whosoever shall brew ale in the town with intention of selling it must hang out a sign, otherwise he shall forfeit his ale".
The landlord of this establishment was very stubborn. No one, not even royalty was going to tell him how to run his place. Not only did he refuse to erect the sign, he removed the sign from the end of the alley as well. With this one act, the street and pub were destined to be forgotten, except to the very few. The locals liked it this way.
It was a nameless pub on a nameless alley. Not hidden by trees or bramble, not hidden by magic, but by the fact that people were not expecting it to be there. Thousands passed it each day without a thought.
On those rare occasions when a new face appeared at the bar, the shock fueled rumors and gossip that would last for years. The latest talk was about a very interesting young woman who stopped here in the early 1990s. She was immediately taken with the place and sat for hours writing notes on napkins. She told them she wrote stories, but they didn’t believe it. Rumor had it that she was a government spy.
It is in this place that our story starts.
It was a dark, clear, moonless night. There seemed to be nothing out of the ordinary. Life went on as it usually did.
Rose was a petite woman with long auburn hair and bright green eyes. Men and women alike said she was ‘easy on the eyes’. Her uncle Bert owned the place and she had worked here for as long as she could remember.
She set a few drinks down in front of Marion, who sat alone in his regular booth. As she leaned to clear the glasses her hair brushed his face….and stuck there.
Embarrassed she said, “Sorry Marion, it’s this electricity in the air. Never seen the likes of it before.” She quickly pulled her hair away, turned and headed towards the bar.
Marion didn’t mind this small amount of contact. It had been nearly two weeks since his Mabel had walked out on him and he craved it. Even amidst all this alcohol, something arose in him and reminded him how much so. Rose sure cut a nice figure, especially as she walked away…very nice.
A few feet away Azure and Penny were playing their favorite games. One of these was darts, the other a whiskey drinking contest.
At the bar, Maggie sat crying in her ale while William complained about the government and taxes. Joe and Kenneth played Nine Men’s Morris at a table opposite a rowdy poker game.
Tucked away in a dark smoky corner, two men in black robes played chess. The smoke filling their booth did not escape into the rest of the room. Rose did not stop by to fill their glasses, yet they were never in need of drink.
It may be argued that they just appeared out of thin air, as no one had seen them enter. But that would not be true. Winston and Thomas had walked through the front door and across the room. It was just that no one noticed.
For the fourth time in the last two minutes, Winston took his eyes off the board and glanced around.
“A watched pot never boils,” said Thomas as he palmed one of Winston’s black pawns. Winston looked back down and beamed, realizing he was shy one man. He drank his shot and studied the board.
Ten minutes later he still hadn’t moved.
Thomas yawned and surveyed the room, “Think your wrong Winston. Nothings gonna happen. Let’s get out of here. The night is still young.”
Winston began to look at bit worried, “I got a lot riding on this. Something better happen.” Thomas looked sheepishly back, “Me too.”
Winston couldn’t believe it. Doubting Thomas had placed a bet. His jaw dropped and he stared.
“So? So what? I can bet if I want to.” Thomas’ indignation was increasing. “And guess what? I didn’t take the small bet on the time of the event. Oh no….” He stood, folded his arms and looked down on Winston for effect. “I bet on the final outcome. So there!”
Winston extended his hand towards Thomas and they shook. “Me too.”
They settled down to their game of chess, each one knowing that the final outcome was weeks away. Tonight was just the beginning.
Hours passed.
Suddenly the slight sound of bees buzzing filled the room.
Winston peered at Thomas, a gleam in his eyes. “I knew the dear would make me smile. I’m still very much in the game.”
Thomas moved nervously in anticipation, “Here we go…”
A bolt of lightening shot through the lone window and hit the seat in a vacant booth, cracking it in two. A bright ring, about ten feet in diameter remained and hovered just above the floor.
The walls and ceiling began to sparkle with the kind of light one sees when pressing their fingers too hard against their eyeballs. The light began humming as well.
As the sound became unbearable, the sparkling light was sucked into the center of the ring, like matter into a black hole. A bright flash was emitted from that hole, knocking everyone to the floor.
The light soon dissipated, leaving something very curious in its wake. Sitting atop a black velvet chair, just returned from that place beyond drapery was one very confused Sirius Black.
The price of Sirius’ return was a loss of memory. The only things he could recall were a vague image of a waiting room and the beings from beyond. He remembered nothing else, not even who he was.
Sirius' curiosity had not been removed with his memory. In fact, it seemed to have increased. What was he? Hmmmm..maybe he was an angel.
He soon found out different.
Angels were said to be neither man nor woman. Well Sirius was definitely not an angel and as he looked down at himself, he knew he was definitely not a man
Chapter 2 - Naked Belly Crawl(PG13) Sirius had to get out of there
Title: Happenings in a Muggle Pub; The Game Begins.
Author : siriusmoonlite
Challange: AWDT
Prompt: Make me smile
characters: Thomas, Winston, assorted people in the pub, and Sirius.
Word count: lots 1200+
Rating: PG13
A/N This is an abridged version..Only half of what I had written, so it continues.
Links to all Chapters
Chapter Listing Note that both chapters are combined in the list.
Links to all AWDT Entries by Siriusmoonlite
AWDT Listing Note
@@@
The decision was made. The game was on. Tonight would be the commencement.
And who was given the honour of determining where and how it would happen? A very new transitioner in training named Cooper. Normally, a privilege such as this was accorded to those with at least five hundred year’s of service. Cooper, having died just over two hundred years ago was proud. He was determined to do this one right.
Cooper had frequented many a pub during his life and he could think of no better place for it to happen than in one of his favourites.
@@@
The tourist brochures of London boast of pubs with the names “The Lamb & Flag”, "The Black Friar", “The Red Lion”, "The Australian" and “The George”. These very places are displayed on computer screensavers and wallpapers around the US.
Nestled in the heart of London at the end of a deserted alley stands a different and not so famous pub. Even among its patrons, you will be hard pressed to find anyone who knows its name. Yet if push comes to shove, this establishment boasts a more colourful history than most. And this history testifies to just how old this place is.
In 1393 King Richard II decreed the following:
"Whosoever shall brew ale in the town with intention of selling it must hang out a sign, otherwise he shall forfeit his ale".
The landlord of this establishment was very stubborn. No one, not even royalty was going to tell him how to run his place. Not only did he refuse to erect the sign, he removed the sign from the end of the alley as well. With this one act, the street and pub were destined to be forgotten, except to the very few. The locals liked it this way.
It was a nameless pub on a nameless alley. Not hidden by trees or bramble, not hidden by magic, but by the fact that people were not expecting it to be there. Thousands passed it each day without a thought.
On those rare occasions when a new face appeared at the bar, the shock fueled rumors and gossip that would last for years. The latest talk was about a very interesting young woman who stopped here in the early 1990s. She was immediately taken with the place and sat for hours writing notes on napkins. She told them she wrote stories, but they didn’t believe it. Rumor had it that she was a government spy.
It is in this place that our story starts.
It was a dark, clear, moonless night. There seemed to be nothing out of the ordinary. Life went on as it usually did.
Rose was a petite woman with long auburn hair and bright green eyes. Men and women alike said she was ‘easy on the eyes’. Her uncle Bert owned the place and she had worked here for as long as she could remember.
She set a few drinks down in front of Marion, who sat alone in his regular booth. As she leaned to clear the glasses her hair brushed his face….and stuck there.
Embarrassed she said, “Sorry Marion, it’s this electricity in the air. Never seen the likes of it before.” She quickly pulled her hair away, turned and headed towards the bar.
Marion didn’t mind this small amount of contact. It had been nearly two weeks since his Mabel had walked out on him and he craved it. Even amidst all this alcohol, something arose in him and reminded him how much so. Rose sure cut a nice figure, especially as she walked away…very nice.
A few feet away Azure and Penny were playing their favorite games. One of these was darts, the other a whiskey drinking contest.
At the bar, Maggie sat crying in her ale while William complained about the government and taxes. Joe and Kenneth played Nine Men’s Morris at a table opposite a rowdy poker game.
Tucked away in a dark smoky corner, two men in black robes played chess. The smoke filling their booth did not escape into the rest of the room. Rose did not stop by to fill their glasses, yet they were never in need of drink.
It may be argued that they just appeared out of thin air, as no one had seen them enter. But that would not be true. Winston and Thomas had walked through the front door and across the room. It was just that no one noticed.
For the fourth time in the last two minutes, Winston took his eyes off the board and glanced around.
“A watched pot never boils,” said Thomas as he palmed one of Winston’s black pawns. Winston looked back down and beamed, realizing he was shy one man. He drank his shot and studied the board.
Ten minutes later he still hadn’t moved.
Thomas yawned and surveyed the room, “Think your wrong Winston. Nothings gonna happen. Let’s get out of here. The night is still young.”
Winston began to look at bit worried, “I got a lot riding on this. Something better happen.” Thomas looked sheepishly back, “Me too.”
Winston couldn’t believe it. Doubting Thomas had placed a bet. His jaw dropped and he stared.
“So? So what? I can bet if I want to.” Thomas’ indignation was increasing. “And guess what? I didn’t take the small bet on the time of the event. Oh no….” He stood, folded his arms and looked down on Winston for effect. “I bet on the final outcome. So there!”
Winston extended his hand towards Thomas and they shook. “Me too.”
They settled down to their game of chess, each one knowing that the final outcome was weeks away. Tonight was just the beginning.
Hours passed.
Suddenly the slight sound of bees buzzing filled the room.
Winston peered at Thomas, a gleam in his eyes. “I knew the dear would make me smile. I’m still very much in the game.”
Thomas moved nervously in anticipation, “Here we go…”
A bolt of lightening shot through the lone window and hit the seat in a vacant booth, cracking it in two. A bright ring, about ten feet in diameter remained and hovered just above the floor.
The walls and ceiling began to sparkle with the kind of light one sees when pressing their fingers too hard against their eyeballs. The light began humming as well.
As the sound became unbearable, the sparkling light was sucked into the center of the ring, like matter into a black hole. A bright flash was emitted from that hole, knocking everyone to the floor.
The light soon dissipated, leaving something very curious in its wake. Sitting atop a black velvet chair, just returned from that place beyond drapery was one very confused Sirius Black.
The price of Sirius’ return was a loss of memory. The only things he could recall were a vague image of a waiting room and the beings from beyond. He remembered nothing else, not even who he was.
Sirius' curiosity had not been removed with his memory. In fact, it seemed to have increased. What was he? Hmmmm..maybe he was an angel.
He soon found out different.
Angels were said to be neither man nor woman. Well Sirius was definitely not an angel and as he looked down at himself, he knew he was definitely not a man
Chapter 2 - Naked Belly Crawl(PG13) Sirius had to get out of there