FLIRTING WITH DISASTER {CUTTER}{L}

[Moira Aven Cunningham]

the Bloody Mary was not what one would think of as high society dining and drinking. Not only was it located in Knockturn Alley - London's most shady shopping spot - but it was also welcoming of the meaner things in life. Such as werewolves and vampires. A lot of illegal activity went on in the dimly lit corners of the pub, but so long as things remained peaceful on the surface, Moira did not bother interceding.

Now, Moira was a curious being. She cared little for the goings-on of the general populace and she loathed getting caught up on wizarding politics. Yet she owned a pub in which wizards frequented and often had to deal with ministry wizards checking up on her. It was funny how they didn't trust the business owners of Knockturn Alley. She took comfort in the fact that it was because of her choice of venue and not her creed that she was being discriminated against. For no one knew she was a vampire and she opted to keep it that way. She was positive some of her patrons guessed at her race, but none had ever spoken to her directly of it - a wise course of action, as any other would have turned the unfortunate folk up dead.

Night had fallen not more than an hour previous and Moira was behind the counter, wiping down the polished wood with a clean, hot rag. Unlike most businesses in Knockturn, The Bloody Mary was immaculate. Its owner would have it no other way. So on Moira scrubbed, until the wooden surface gleamed in the glow of the lamplight.

CO-STARRING ! CUTTER RYAN.
COSTUMEDESIGNER ! HERE.
MUSICALSCORE ! DARK WALTZ BY HAYLEY WESTENRA.
DIRECTOR'SCOMMENTARY ! NOPE.
ROLLTHECREDITS ! TEMPLATE AND GRAPHICS CREDIT SYR INTEGRA @ CAUTION. LYRICS CREDIT BEHIND BLUE EYES BY LIMP BIZKIT.

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[Cutter Ryan]

Another day, another galleon. Cutter managed to dodge needing a partner for the day and his last stop was Knockturn Alley. He hated having a partner that wasn't his brother, especially a young, punk looking witch. At least he didn't have a problem wandering into the darkest section of Diagon Alley. Did he care what others thought of him? Not in the slightest. Shouldn't Knockturn Alley and it's patrons scare him, even a little? It used to. After the incident at Borgin & Burkes he became too angry to be concerned with fear. He lived through a scary situation with dangerous witches and wizards, he was now bent on catching anyone who deserved to rot in Azkaban.

Cutter glared into the shop window of the shady shop as he walked by, avoiding thinking too hard about the incident. No, he won't be stopping in, his objective was 'The Bloody Mary'. Though he had never been inside the pub, he was sure to find plenty of people worthy of further investigation by the Ministry. He casually opened the front door and stepped inside. It took everything he had, to not allow his jaw to hit the floor as his eyes wandered the space. Cutter turned his head slowly to look around, barely noticing any of the living beings there. Once the shock wore off, he could refocus and make note of the people there.

That door handle wasn't a portkey.. was it?
You can't possibly still be in Knockturn Alley.. Hell the Leaky Cauldron isn't this clean..
Cutter slowly made his way to a table in the corner, believing it to be a prime location to watch the establishments patrons, while protecting his back from anyone who may recognize him and be holding a grudge. But then he stopped suddenly. His eyes caught a glimpse of the gorgeous woman behind the counter and his lip curled into a smirk. Cutter couldn't help but notice the slim black dress she was wearing and how it seemed to completely draw his attention to her womanly curves. It took a moment to shake off the need to stare like she was a chocolate eclair and wipe the goofy horny dog look off his face.

You're working.. remember? Pay attention to the patrons.. hey, are you listening to me?
No one that beautiful belongs in this area of town..
Cutter changed his trajectory and moved towards the bar.
She's gonna think you are a creep because you are one
I'm not a creep, go away..
Cutter ran his fingers through his hair and scratched the back of his head, as he sat down on the stool closest to the woman. He glanced up at the clock to check on the time, then looked at her and gave her a silly smile.

"Close enough for me. Could I get a firewhiskey from you, gorgeous?" He asked casually, knowing his work day was not over. Flirting came naturally for him, no matter how cheesy he sounded or the woman's reaction to his attempts. Slapping across his face was not uncommon, but it would never deter him, in fact, it tended to make him all the more obnoxious.
Keep your mind guarded shithead and don't drink so much that you can't search peoples memories
I will check on them in a minute.. I want her attention first..
How do you know she won't poison you?
I'll be fine, go away..

TAG! - moira
OUTFIT - Click!
NOTES - hey hot stuff *smirks*
'WHAT did you SAY to me??'"WHY would I say that?!?"
WHAT was I THINKING??WHY would I think THAT?!
LYRICS! - The Good Life - Three Days Grace
CREDITS! OMG CUTTER made this. Everything was too fluffy for MY boys..

[Moira Aven Cunningham]

moira was not new to flirting. In her hundreds of years of life, it would pathetic if she had not been hit on at least once. Still, she found it amusing when it happened. Not because she was stuck up and thought it funny the person would think they even had a shot with her, but because she knew that if they knew she was vampire, they would never even think to do it. There were times she was sorely tempted to just reply with the fact that she was undead, but common sense had always reined in the impulse.

"Close enough for me. Could I get a firewhiskey from you, gorgeous?" her newest patron asked after a quick glance at the clock.

There was nothing extremely spectacular about his dress or expression, but his voice did catch her attention. He was definitely not European - a most uncommon find in the wizarding populace here. By his accent, she guessed he was from America or Canada. Having spent little time in either place, she couldn't quite pinpoint which.

"Seven sickles," she responded smoothly, her velvety tone carrying a healthy dose of an Irish accent.

Her hands went directly to the shelves behind her to reach for one sparkling glass, which she then poured a generous amount of firewhiskey into.

CO-STARRING ! CUTTER RYAN.
COSTUMEDESIGNER ! HERE.
MUSICALSCORE ! DARK WALTZ BY HAYLEY WESTENRA.
DIRECTOR'SCOMMENTARY ! NOPE.
ROLLTHECREDITS ! TEMPLATE AND GRAPHICS CREDIT SYR INTEGRA @ CAUTION. LYRICS CREDIT BEHIND BLUE EYES BY LIMP BIZKIT.

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[Cutter Ryan]

'Seven sickles.' Her voice, her exotic accent was like a siren calling him, far more attractive than the British accent he was surrounded by, day in and day out. No offense intended. Cutter wanted to hear the woman speak again and he sat there watching her pour his drink, waiting with hope she might be interested in a conversation with him. Once the firewhiskey was poured, he visibly snapped out of the trance and fumbled for his money. Cutter pulled out random coins from his pocket until he found a galleon and he placed it on the counter and slid it towards her. He couldn't prevent the sly smirk from curling his lip and he carefully grasped at his drink.

You think she'll find your tipping, any different from everyone elses? Dipshit..
Maybe she'll find me more attractive and charming than the others?
"Thanks. So what part of Ireland does a hot woman like you come from?" He asked as he brought his firewhiskey to his lips for a quick sip. Cutter placed his drink down, his focus was on her, waiting to hear her seductive voice again. He didn't even notice the rather large wizard, recently released from Azkaban, who walked in the door. It wasn't likely that the man would recognize Cutter from behind, but the auror was the one responsible for putting him away six years ago.

Pay attention to your surroundings. You are in a shady part of town and you've pissed off many people who frequent the area
But I want to get to know her..

TAG! - moira
OUTFIT - Click!
NOTES - hey hot stuff *smirks*
'WHAT did you SAY to me??'"WHY would I say that?!?"
WHAT was I THINKING??WHY would I think THAT?!
LYRICS! - The Good Life - Three Days Grace
CREDITS! OMG CUTTER made this. Everything was too fluffy for MY boys..

[Moira Aven Cunningham]

she had to give him credit. Most men were drawn in by her looks or whatever else, but they were quickly put off by her personality - or lack thereof. This man had taken the cold shoulder and was still going for it. That either made him annoyingly persistent or refreshingly non-judgmental. Perhaps a combination of the two?

"Thanks. So what part of Ireland does a hot woman like you come from?"

"The Irish part," she answered, taking the galleon and laying ten sickles on the counter in front of him.

She wasn't trying to be a bitch, but she wasn't in the habit of giving away personal information to any guy that walked into her establishment with a smile and a pick up line. He was cute, but she didn't trust him.

CO-STARRING ! CUTTER RYAN.
COSTUMEDESIGNER ! HERE.
MUSICALSCORE ! MOONLIGHT SONATA.
DIRECTOR'SCOMMENTARY ! NOPE.
ROLLTHECREDITS ! TEMPLATE AND GRAPHICS CREDIT SYR INTEGRA @ CAUTION. LYRICS CREDIT BEHIND BLUE EYES BY LIMP BIZKIT.

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[Cutter Ryan]

'The Irish part.' Cutter raised a brow curiously and his smirk widened. He didn't make a move for the ten sickles she gave as change, he had every intention to leave it for her anyways. The tip wasn't meant to help him get her attention, though it may look like it, it was simply the right thing to do at a pub. Cutter took a sip of his drink, not taking his eyes off her as he did.

Does she think she's funny? What kind of asinine response is that?
I'm sure she's hit on a lot, I'll have to use something she likely won't get from just anyone..

"Do you have a little Canadian in you? Would you like one?" He asked with a devilish grin. Cutter missed her reaction when he was grabbed from behind, ripped away from his stool and turned to meet his attacker.
'YOU! You have some serious balls, showing your ugly face in these parts.' The big wizard who had walked in the building seemed to recognize Cutter voice and looked rather angry.

"Quinn, my favorite squib-shit for brains. I heard you got out. Are you just pissed that I caught you, or are you hoping to kill me before you get back into trading illegal animals and artifacts?" Cutter said with a cocky grin of his face. Without giving the man a chance to respond, he slammed his fist into the larger wizards gut, causing the man to release him. Not a moment later, Cutter drew his wand, firing a spell he anticipated needing.
"Expelliarmus! Petrificus Totalus!" He fired off both spells in succession, causing his attackers wand to fly up into the air and the mans rigid body hit the floor with a loud thud, just in time for the wand to bounce off it's owners face.
"Attacking me, is enough to bring you in. Again. Only smart people get away with illegal shit, you moron." He growled at his victim. "Accio wand." Cutter aimed his wand at Quinn's wand, summoning it to his hand. He looked around to see if anyone was moving, either closer to aid the petrified wizard, or towards the nearest exit to avoid being spotted by an auror.

TAG! - moira
OUTFIT - Click!
NOTES - I really do know better than to make a scene..
'WHAT did you SAY to me??'"WHY would I say that?!?"
WHAT was I THINKING??WHY would I think THAT?!
LYRICS! - The Good Life - Three Days Grace
CREDITS! OMG CUTTER made this. Everything was too fluffy for MY boys..