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Andy had waited like a prize turkey all day long for Crispin to get home but in the end all she got was a hastily scribbled note forwarded on to her by one of his work colleagues who had been passing by this way. She glared at the note and sighed. Sick of being couped up all day she looked about her, once again he had gotten called away on some assignment that he couldn't talk about with her just yet or until the entire case was completely wrapped up. Her heart was heavy and she was fuming mad. It was only the second day of vacation but already she felt as if Christmas was just going to be one long unending saga of ministry work. She was so tempted to open up The Gables and spend the time alone there over the holidays. Aries had decided to stay on at the school and Fenton had gone to stay with Trista. Harrison had gone back to England to spend Christmas there with his grandmother, her godmother Essie and even with her own family all back in Ireland, Crispin was the only one she had left really. Her day spent with Zazuka had been great but she had to return to France or get up to whatever it was over the holidays that she had planned.
Leaping off the sofa she stomped into the bedroom and rifling through the wardrobe, pulled out a tight fitting pair of jeans, a cropped top, her favourite brown boots, threw on a little make up and topped the whole ensemble off with a rather flattering cowboy hat. She was going to go out and have some fun. It was just after 6:30pm and he had not been specific as to what time he was going to return home at but this was one time she would not be waiting up for him. Andromeda was a raging inferno of hormones by the time she left the apartment, looking decidedly cool yet judging by the glances she received from passersby, obviously hot. She had no idea where she was going but ending up in Obsidian or Brightstone was not on her agenda. So using the ferry she boarded it and headed along to a small town just north of Blenheim. It was a wizarding town so she had no trouble just fitting in, one of the boys had mentioned it earlier in the year and as small as the place was, it reminded her of so many Irish villages that had about twenty houses, two shops and several pubs. Looking about her she spotted one particular establishment called the Wayfarers Inn and decided that it looked just as good as any other place.
She entered and was thankful enough that it was on the quiet side, approaching the counter she smiled at the young man behind it and ordered with the confidence of one who was used to ordering alcohol, a fire whiskey. He gave her a huge smile in return and without asking her age, though she was legal he filled a glass and passed it to her. He then left the bottle on the table and leaning on the counter continued to smile, though leering was a more apt description. Picking up her glass and then the bottle she thanked him before heading to the other end of the counter and standing there on her own she stared at the glass.
It took her nearly five minutes to get the courage up to just knock the stuff back and when she finally did all she wanted to do them was cough and splutter loudly. Her hands gripped the edge of the counter as the heat coursed down through her. Removing the cowboy hat she placed it beside the bottle and exhaled deeply. She had known it would be strong but she had not counted on it being mind blowing and gut wrenchingly strong.
Leaping off the sofa she stomped into the bedroom and rifling through the wardrobe, pulled out a tight fitting pair of jeans, a cropped top, her favourite brown boots, threw on a little make up and topped the whole ensemble off with a rather flattering cowboy hat. She was going to go out and have some fun. It was just after 6:30pm and he had not been specific as to what time he was going to return home at but this was one time she would not be waiting up for him. Andromeda was a raging inferno of hormones by the time she left the apartment, looking decidedly cool yet judging by the glances she received from passersby, obviously hot. She had no idea where she was going but ending up in Obsidian or Brightstone was not on her agenda. So using the ferry she boarded it and headed along to a small town just north of Blenheim. It was a wizarding town so she had no trouble just fitting in, one of the boys had mentioned it earlier in the year and as small as the place was, it reminded her of so many Irish villages that had about twenty houses, two shops and several pubs. Looking about her she spotted one particular establishment called the Wayfarers Inn and decided that it looked just as good as any other place.
She entered and was thankful enough that it was on the quiet side, approaching the counter she smiled at the young man behind it and ordered with the confidence of one who was used to ordering alcohol, a fire whiskey. He gave her a huge smile in return and without asking her age, though she was legal he filled a glass and passed it to her. He then left the bottle on the table and leaning on the counter continued to smile, though leering was a more apt description. Picking up her glass and then the bottle she thanked him before heading to the other end of the counter and standing there on her own she stared at the glass.
It took her nearly five minutes to get the courage up to just knock the stuff back and when she finally did all she wanted to do them was cough and splutter loudly. Her hands gripped the edge of the counter as the heat coursed down through her. Removing the cowboy hat she placed it beside the bottle and exhaled deeply. She had known it would be strong but she had not counted on it being mind blowing and gut wrenchingly strong.