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Post by winnie on Jul 10, 2009 14:56:12 GMT -5
Winnie surged out of her chair, nearly knocking over her huge pitcher of beer. "SHOOOT!!" Flashes of green flashed across the big screen tv in corner of the White Horse Tavern. The Celtics were playing tonight, and Winnie's heart was in her chest, there was barely ten seconds left in the third quarter and the Celtics were down. "Come on! You're better than this dammit!"
Men throughout the tavern were watching her now, seeing as Winifred was the only female in the tavern, and she was out-drinking and out-screaming every man in there. She sank back into her chair, righted her pitcher, and smiled sweetly at the men in the bar. "What?" They all just shook their heads, smiling in return and went back to watching the game. Then, everyone suddenly remembered what they were in the tavern for.
Yelling at the screen resumed and Winnie sat back. Very few people knew about her love for the Celtics, her love for sports period. She had favorites in every sport, and the Celtics were her favorite basketball team. "Come on!" She threw a peanut at the screen in her anger and recieved a glare from the owner of the establishment. She shrugged it off and took a drink of her beer. She was a staple at this tavern, the owner knew her and had finally grown used to her behavior after a couple years of her coming here to watch her games.
A Celtics player rushed down the court, dodging players left and right. Everyone in the tavern stood up and started screaming. "GO! GO! GO!" A collective shout ran through them all, they were so excited and it wasn't even the end of the game yet. But this was how they got when they were in a group, watching a game. The player dribbled left, faked right, and shot from the three point line. "THAT'S RIGHT, NOTHING BUT NET!" Winnie shouted, high-fiving whoever was near her.
Normally, she would shudder at being near so many humans, but tonight, with the adrenaline from the game, she didn't care so much that they were lower beings. Plus it helped that none of them were British. In fact, Boston humans were the ones Winnie liked the most. Since this was the seat of the revolution.
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Post by patrickmcmanus on Jul 22, 2009 2:29:27 GMT -5
 Tonight was a Celtics game, and he had to see it. Only thing was that business called and he had to visit the White House Tavern for the final meeting on the take over. He loved the little place, and the owner was a wonderful man, but the economy had taken it's tole on him and he couldn't afford to own the place an more. The man took it upon himself to sell it to someone who he knew would take care of it, and Patrick was at the top of the list. He was given the Tavern at a cheap price in exchange for one thing, he allow the man to manage it the same way, and keep it's name. he took the offer immediately, but gave the old man twice the amount he asked for and was now driving 20 miles over the speed limit in his Black Jeep Cherokee to get there, get the papers signed, and back to The Beautiful Stranger for the game.
Lights flashed in his mirror and he pulled over to a motorcycle cops siren. Lucky for him, the cop was a good friend and let him off with an "IOU a beer" and an escort to the tavern. though the traffic parted like the red sea, it was still half way through the game when the white sign came into view. Patrick waved Benny and told him to order what ever he wanted, and watch the game, or what was left of it. when he got inside the Owner was watching the game and a certain woman in the front. She was a crazy fan, and boy did she have a set of lungs on her. But Patrick had to concentrate...Paper work, Celtics, then women... They signed intermediately while watching the game. It was about a minute into the forth quarter when they finally finished and sealed the deal with a firm hand shake and a group cheer for the points the Celtics just scored.
Now as the owner of the place he ordered a shot of whiskey, an two of whatever beer the fine young woman in the front was drinking. the bar tender laughed at the phrase he used to describe her and said she's just as crazy as everyone else in the tavern. Patrick smiled and shot the whiskey, enjoying the burn it had as it went down his immortal throat. He then took the beers and made his way over the the "crazy" beauty in the front. He knew when he first had walking in the door that there was another Vampire in the place and that it was a female. Just as fitting, it was the female who's love of the Celtics had earned his attention. He walked up next to her and placed a beer on the table. Though he was watching the game intently he managed to find a moment where the action was at a lull and smiled. "Is this seat taken, miss?  Count: 500 (wow that's exact)
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Post by winnie on Jul 24, 2009 12:25:40 GMT -5
Is this seat taken miss? Winnie looked up at the man addressing her and a smile spread over her face as she took in his appearance. She sat back in her chair, and motioned to the empty one at the table beside her.
"Certainly, I would be honored." Her smile grew as she locked onto his eyes. He was a handsome devil, and a vampire no less. With a hint of Ireland in his scent. Winnie closed her eyes and inhaled deeply.
Mmm, yes, he smelled like home. She could practically feel the emerald green grass beneath her feet, see the rolling hills spreading out before her. God he made her homesick and he hadn't even been around her that long.
"So, handsome stranger, do you happen to have a name?" She leaned forward flirtily. "Mine's Winnie." She took a swig of her beer again and then jumped up as her eyes caught the game again. "Come on!" She groaned as one of the players missed a shot.
"Can you believe this game?" Maybe she should have made sure that he was into the Celtics before she started ranting like a crazed fan. Of course, he had obviously been here long enough to see her being a crazed fan. She'd sensed him the minute he'd stepped into the bar, scented the vampire blood in him before she'd seen him.
She'd checked him out too, but she'd tried not to get too into looking at him. For two reasons, 1) she was supremely into the game and 2) she tended not to get too interested in men, since she didn't like to get attached to anyone.
Other than her family of course, but she had no choice but to be attached to them.
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Post by patrickmcmanus on Jul 27, 2009 10:40:23 GMT -5
Beautiful, her accent that is, not to say that she wasn't extremely gorgeous other wise, but there was just something about the way she spoke that warmed his little Vampire heart. He did love Irish women, they reminded him of the emerald isle from which he had been born. He did miss it, the greenery, the people, the whiskey, it just couldn't be matched anywhere else. He sat down beside her, placed the two other pitchers of beer on the wooden table and pouring himself a glass. Although nearly entranced by the vampiress in front of him, his peripheral vision was focused on the game.
He was about to introduce him self when she beat him to it. "So, handsome stranger, do you happen to have a name? Mines Winnie." Before he could reply the Celtics missed an all to easy shot that should have been five points. He suppressed the urge to totally annihilate the Television by simply standing up, and voicing his displeasure with a rather loud "This is gobshite! What the hell lads?" He then sat down stifling his great urge to throw something and introduced himself to the not so young, but incredibly attractive woman next to him. "The names Patrick, Patrick McManus. Nice to meet you Ms. Winnie.
He loved the way she loved the Celtics, not many of his kind were into sports, let alone basketball. He knew his fare share of Vampires and none had the feel that Winnie did about them. She was really quite unique, one of a kid if you will. She had a certain aura, one that screamed something that could almost be heard. A really remarkable creature this Winnie was...And just think, you would have never had met her if you had been on time. Ah, the irony... He drained his glass, refilled it and looked into her extraordinary eyes. Count: 311
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Post by winnie on Jul 27, 2009 22:37:42 GMT -5
Winnie laughed, a light tinkling sound that regardless echoed through the room and drew the attention of countless males. She had that power, even though she rarely exercised it. He was definitely as big a Celtics fan as she was, and she greatly appreciated his anger. "Absolutely! Gobshite that is!"
She hadn't heard someone talk like he did in a long time and she was enjoying it. She nearly laughed again when he introduced himself to her. Patrick. Patrick McManus. What an utterly Irish name. Patrick. She'd known quite a few men named Patrick, but none of them wore the title quite as well as this hulking hunk of a man in front of her. Oh yes, he was by far the most intriguing Patrick she'd ever met, and she was quite sure she wanted to keep him around for a while.
"So, Mr. McManus. Do you come here often to yell at the television?" She hadn't been to this particular tavern before, she preferred to watch in the privacy of her own home usually. But tonight she had felt the need to be around people, and Bostonians were her favorite kind of human, seeing as they incited the revolution against the damn British. Oh yes, if Winnie had to be around humans she would chose Bostonians any day of the week. She tended to protect them even, when she could, from others of her kind.
So, since she had craved people, she'd come to the one place you could not only be around people, but where it was perfectly acceptable to yell at a television. So acceptable in fact, that it drew you attention from handsome vampire gentlemen who had just made a deal to buy the place you were sitting in, without shutting out the previous owner.
Winnie loved people who were nice to Bostonians.
"It was very nice of you to allow the owner to continue managing this place the way he always had. Not everyone would be so kind."
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Post by patrickmcmanus on Aug 1, 2009 1:18:26 GMT -5
Her laugh was one of complete feminine charm, that could most likely entice any male to the point of obsession had she wished it. But this was a different kind of woman that seemed to enjoy a good ball game to seducing innocent men. This was one trait that Patrick found the most alluring. They could keep the Playmates, and bikini models, he wanted the females that had spunk. Winne definitely had spunk, more than he had seen in a long time. It truly was remarkable, if not totally undeniably attractive.
He laughed at her next question, ”So, Mr. McManuc. Do you come here often to yell at the television? His deep merry chuckle resounded in his throat. He didn’t mean to be so obnoxious, but when the Celtics played like that, he couldn’t help it. ”Not often, I have taverns across the globe, and the main hub is right here in Boston. I usually watch the game there or at my penthouse.” The thought of yelling at the 70 inch flat screen that adorned the wall in his living room made a crooked little smile splash across his face. He had torn up at least seven televisions in the last two years. Between the food, beer and other things that were throne, they didn’t stand much of a chance. The men at the store just shook their heads every time he came in for a new one. It was really quite a sight when they saw the deceased electronic, and how desolated it had become. ”What about you Ms.Winnie? The owner and bartenders seem to know you pretty well. In fact they say you’re just as crazy as the rest of us.” He winked at her; Oh, by the way, call me Patrick. Mr. McManus was my father”
He took a drink of his beer and leaned back in his chair, drinking in the scent of everything around him. It was the smell of freedom. Precious freedom that he fought to defend. Everything that was this place , existed because he, and countless others spilled blood to rid of England’s tyranny. He loved this place, although it was not his true home, it had a special place in his heart that could never be replaced. The Red White and Blue stood for more to him than most of it’s current inhabitants. That is other than those who currently fight under her glory. He loved America, almost as much as he loved Ireland, but Ireland was his family, it’s land was his life blood.
”It was very nice of you to allow the owner to continue managing this place the way he always had. Not everyone would be so kind” Her voice was a bit softer than it was before, but still that same almost musical, vibration of air. The reasons for this were obvious to him, the man was a good and did his best to do what was right. He had the same demeanor his father did. Patrick had known the nearly 60 year old man since he was born, of course he kept the meetings brief. The man knew about him, or thought he did. Patrick was a friend of the family, one that could be relied on at any point in time, for anything. He couldn’t hide his immortality from them for long, and told the mans father before he was born, of his disorder when they wondered after twenty years he still looked thirty. Being a first generation immigrant from Ireland, The former-owners father knew the myths of such creatures as himself, and was alright with it as long as Patrick didn’t harm anyone in their family. All of this was the reasoning for such a nice gesture, but he wasn’t going to go into such detail with Winnie, If thy were friends long enough, he would tell her all his stories, then she would get the full story. But now it was time for a summary and a crooked little Irish smile. ” I’ve known the man for a rather long time. I am far from heartless, and I know how much the place means to him. Some call it nice, I call it what every person should do.”
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Post by winnie on Aug 18, 2009 11:05:35 GMT -5
Penthouse eh? So he was pretty and rich. My oh my, was she glad she'd ventured out for the game today. His question brought a smile to her face. "Well Patrick, I'm a bit of a Celtic addict. This tavern is my favorite place to watch, because as you seem to have noticed, they know me." As much as humans could really know a vampire. "And they give me free drinks sometimes." She winked at the bartender as she said this and turned her smile back to Patrick.
His response to her words made her smile grow wider. He was a sweet man, those were hard to come by these days. Winnie was smart enough to know that she would do well to keep this one close to her. And she planned to do just that.
It wasn't everyday you met a nice vampire man who had a perfect Irish accent to die for, and a heart to go along with it.
He reminded her of her father in some ways, and that hurt a bit. Remembering after so many years and years of pushing memories away. But his lilt was just like Gaven O'Reilly's. Life was funny sometimes.
"I find that very refreshing Patrick, that you actually care about people." Though if he liked the British, she'd have to run. "Very few men, especially vampire men, would take care of their human friends that way." She laughed gently. "Or even have human friends for that matter."
She leaned toward him. "So, Ireland huh? How old are you my friend? If you don't mind a lady asking." Usually women were the ones who had trouble with people knowing their ages. Not that vampire women really had that much to worry about. Though Winnie supposed it was possible that someone got changed when they were old and haggard.
What a good punishment, for a woman to be 80-something for all of eternity.
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