I know it is quite a bit shorter than the last few, but I wanted to get this one done with. I didn't like the mood :(
So for all you Charmione lovers, I am starting a fic for the Nine Months of Murder challenge. It is called I Can See My Feet!
Go check it out :)
DISCLAIMER~ I own nothing :)
A/N: DON'T YOU JUST EXTREMELY DISLIKE FLIES!? UGH!!!!!!!!! THEY touch YOU! :(((((((((((((
Apathetic.
An old man watched his last customer in the bar. He knew the man well. He didn't know what had happened to make him such an apathetic drunk. Usually after a few drinks he was as loud as they come, as troublesome too. This man was different. His gaze was steeled against the outside world. Almost as if he had made a mistake and he was protecting himself from looking like a fool.
No, the man thought, Charlie'd own up ta that.
The man was lost in his thoughts when the little bell above the entrance door rang; signaling the entrance of another customer.
He looked and saw a bushy-haired brunette come through the door and make a beeline for Charlie.
"Come on Charlie, we're going home." She said, gently grasping his bicep.
The old man watched as all emotion came back to life in his eyes, flooding them with everything but apathy.
"Don't wanna. Crystal'll be thur." He slurred.
The man noticed her eyes blazed with anger at the mention of the other woman's name.
"She left; I made sure of that for you." She said softly, protectively.
"Thanks, Mione." He said slowly.
"Always Charlie, always." She said passionately.
As the two left the bar, presumably to go back to the house Charlie owned near the dragon camp up the hill, the old man pondered the happenings in his bar. He decided that if Charlie didn't realize what a woman that brunette was, he would concoct a little magic of his own to get them together. He deserved much more than that pretty faced blonde Crystal, he deserved someone who cared for him as passionately as the bushy-haired witch.
Things were about to get quite interesting in this corner of Romania in his quaint little bar.