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 Need a little sweetness in my life, for Cliff
vivian n. faust
 Posted: Mar 14 2016, 12:01 PM
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Her life had become something of a mystery novel. Someone might have suggested a romance novel, what with clandestine meetings and secret owls in the night, but she preferred mystery novels over romance ones, so that was what her life was like. Things certainly felt... odd, to her. Hiding what she was doing not exactly because she valued her privacy but more because she felt she needed to. To keep whatever this was safe until they figured out whatever it was. Which meant that she had to carefully guard any amount of correspondence that happened between them. Normally she might have wanted to save such things, going over love letters from older relatives was always something she had thought hilarious when she was young, but Vivian wouldn't say that any of her owls with Cliff were exactly... love letters. More rambling than anything else, quick check ups to see how the other was doing, and everything seemed almost shy between them instead.

Perhaps it had something to do with the fact that they were no longer fighting with every breath they had. Vivian wasn't sure what to say to Cliff if she wasn't trying to lecture and bully him into doing what she felt was the right thing in a weird situation or trying to take care of himself or a billion other little things they had fought over. There wasn't a reason to fight anymore, they had both caved into their emotions, and now tonight was happening. Bowlin', which Vivian couldn't think of without hearing Cliff's Scottish accent in every syllable of the word. Whatever bowlin' was, she was going to find out tonight.

They had arranged a meeting place halfway between the Leaky and her flat, a neutral place where Vivian could apparate in behind the buildings of closed muggle shops. The weather had been nice and the evening had followed suit, the warm summer night making Vivian glad that she had dressed lightly. The week had been rather busy, filled with work and investigations, and every thing else that she was already dealing with, on top of the information that Cliff had given her about the peacekeeper. Frankly, tonight was the only night she was going to have a breather for awhile.

So Vivian apparated from her apartment door to the street in question, walking out to the corner she was supposed to meet Cliff at. Despite her best thoughts, she hadn't had time to research what bowlin' meant, but she was not going to wear used shoes no matter what Cliff tried to pull on her. If he meant flats, well, she had flats in her purse. High heels on her feet, of course, and no used shoes. At least, unless you counted her using them. Then they had been worn once or twice before. Did that count? She just wasn't sure. Vivian let her thoughts wander as she waited for Cliff, even pulling out a mirror to check her make up for the thousandth time that day, her thoughts tracing over what the bloody hell bowlin' could be. Maybe it was a Scottish thing and not just a muggle thing. That would explain a lot.

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 Posted: Mar 20 2016, 12:16 PM
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Bowling was a global sport for muggles. It was a classic. One of the most wide spread and popular sports in the world. The squib had a suspicion that it was the most popular in America but he could be incorrect about that. And yet, most witches and wizards who were raised more exclusively in the wizard world had never heard of it. It was a bit of a shame. Maybe Cliff was biased. Bowling was a game he was actually good at and he wasn't good at many.

He would trip over his own feet playing football, break every bone in his body if anyone asked him to play american football or rugby. He was't the least coordinated person, skateboarded just fine, but anything that really required a team he was not going to be good at. He was a bit too self absorbed too pay attention to anyone else's actions when his brain was focused on figuring angles and forces needed to succeed in a goal. He could shoot hoops, but never play basketball. He could golf but unfortunately never got that bored or desperate. Bowling? Bowling was fun, you could do it with others in a casual, light hearted setting and when it came to the actual game, he only had to care about himself. It played to his strengths there.

Not to mention the idea of getting Vivian to play was a fun one. He had a sneaking suspicion she had no idea what it was. He wasn't sure she would have agreed to it otherwise. He had mainly thrown the idea out as a joke but she had agreed. In Scotland, there had been a neighborhood bowling alley and bar. A lot of drunks and general assholes hung out there but it was a bit like a "home" feeling. The regulars all knew each other. Discounts and free shit from the staff was the norm. Best of all, when they hadn't seen you around and you came back, they all gave you hell for it. It was a place Cliff and his foster brothers had gone because even the assholes at this bar wouldn't let their foster dad come at them there. Plus no one there cared about giving 10-16 year old boys cigars and whiskey.

Cliff pulled his jacket over his shoulders. It was a nice day, it wasn't really needed for warmth but honestly? It could get a bit chilled on his bike, no matter the day. Plus, it was just safer since leather was protective. He pulled on his helmet and swung a leg over his Harley Sporster before heading out to meet Vivian. Instead of meeting at the lanes, they had picked a sort of random corner in between the leaky's muggle world entrance and her place. He chuckled slightly as he pulled up to the corner and put his foot on the ground for stability. He pulled off the helmet, his hair appropriately messy as usual and shook his head with a grin, "Are we 'eaded to a press conference ? or did I forget to warn you this was casual?" She looked like a picture of perfection like always. Like a rose quartz, and expensive. Rowan lanes was just a normal bar and lanes sort of place.


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 Posted: Mar 25 2016, 08:09 PM
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There was sort of this nervous energy to Vivian as she stood there waiting on Cliff. It wasn't nervousness that she had been battling the past... half a year? Almost a year? The red head couldn't quite remember when she had first started to have feelings for the tall, lean man who was about to show up for their first... date? But she had always had a nervous energy inside of her when dealing with him. As if she was nervous what he would do and how she was supposed to react. Nervous about fighting. About wanting him. About a billion other mixed emotions that always welled up in her every time she saw his face or the back of his bloody head.

No, now she was nervous because... this was there first date. Casual date. Her first date in the muggle world as well, but she was trying to not let that color her impressions of whatever bowlin' was. So it was a good nervous, a normal nervous, and the mere realization of the difference was more than enough to make Vivian softly smile right before Cliff pulled up to where she was. Her smile widened slightly at the sight of him, but she couldn't help the slightly dubious look she gave the motorcycle he was riding. Another muggle thing, and something she wasn't sure she could ride on like he did. It just... didn't seem very safe.

"Well, I did dress casually." Really. No earrings. No necklaces. Her dress was one of her more casual ones as well as one of the cheaper ones in her closet. The shoes were one of her nicer pairs, but that was a given. Most of Vivian's shoes were rather nice. Those green eyes glanced down at her outfit, trying to figure out what about it wasn't casual. It would have been perfect for some tea in the gardens with a friend, which was what Vivian considered casual. Or even a working lunch.

Of course, compared to Cliff's outfit, Vivian was rather over dressed. But Cliff dressed as himself and Vivian dressed as herself. She wasn't about to put on a pair of pants for him. She didn't put on pants for anyone. Skirts and dresses were her comfort zone, so that was what the red head wore. Her smile hadn't faded though, instead she stepped forward and kissed Cliff lightly on one cheek, greeting him while he was still on his bike, so she didn't have to rise on her toes to make up the difference between them. "Where are we heading? Is it around the corner or can I meet you there? I'm not riding that." She at least managed to keep the out right snob out of her voice, but there was easily disbelief in her tone when she glanced down at the bike. But now it was more of a tease instead of something mean. But really... Vivian wasn't getting on his motorcycle.

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 Posted: Mar 28 2016, 10:27 PM
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Of course this was casual to Vivian. This wasn't even business casual. It was Easter Sunday brunch. It was the cousin's wedding outfit. Well, actually, depending on the cousin, it might be too much for that as well. Just one more thing highlighting the more shallow differences between the two of them. He was the thrift store and she was the boutique. Both were pretty alike though. Neither may be able to see it and it may sound insane, but it was rare for Cliff to find someone who's stubbornness matched his own.

Someone who could get stuck in their own world of thinking and couldn't see past their nose when they were determined. They both, in very different ways, had spent their lives trying to prove themselves. Vivian, always trying to prove she was more than her name and could do it all on her own merit. And Cliff, always trying to prove Trimble was more than just the name of a street corner.

He smiled as she kissed his cheek, fighting the urge not to turn his head in the last moment to catch her lips. He kept his feet grounded on each side. He scrunch his face up slightly. His bike was his baby. Completely safe. Clifford chuckled slightly, "Oh It's a few miles an' this bonnie is safer than apparating." He replied, actually telling the truth. Accidents during apparation were far more common than motorcycle accidents. He had done the comparison math. Especially if looking at side along apparations which anything with him had to be. He had already a bad experience with it.

Cliff kicked the stand and swung one leg over to get off the bike. He walked around the side walk where Vivian stood as he took off his jacket. "'ere, take this." He put the jacket over her shoulders. It might have been seen almost as a romantic gesture had they just been walking and she shivered or something. He was mostly offering it because it protected the arms and it might get cold for someone who was literally wearing no sleeves. "An' this." He added with a smirk, handing her the spare helmet. He nodded, as though he assumed the decision made and moved back to the bike. "Yer prolly gonna have ta scrunch the skirt up a wee bit, which is good, it'll make it more casual." Cliff was only half joking. He patted the pillion behind him, "I promise it's safe." He added, tone trying to be a bit more comforting.


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Has she ever hated his accent? Vivian remembered that she had been rather irritated with his accent when they had first met, because she couldn't understand every other word coming out of his mouth. But the moment that she had started to learn what the various Scottish words meant, she had a better time understanding. So the accent became something cute instead of something irritating. Funny how little things like that changed when you decided to embrace your feelings instead of fighting them.

But that didn't change the fact that she wasn't getting on that bike unless certain demands were met. She stared at him carefully as he spoke, glancing down at the bike before looking back up at him as he started to offer her things. A jacket around her shoulders and... well, a contraption she was supposed to wear on her head, though Vivian liked that idea less than she liked the idea of riding on the bike. The thing on her head would ruin her hair and one did not go on a date with ruined hair.

To Vivian's credit, she let him finish talking before speaking up on the matter herself. She then let her green eyed gaze fall over the way he was seated on the bike, then back down to her own outfit. "Am I supposed to sit like you are?" She reached down with her free hand, the one not holding the helmet, and plucked at the edge of her pale pink dress, indicating that this was in fact, not a pair of pants or shorts. While the dress was not what Vivian would ever call short, if she sat down on the bike in the manner that Cliff was, it could become indecent by a good stretch. At least to a person like Vivian, who had never worn a mini-skirt in her life either. The red head didn't want to show that much skin in public... or rather, ever.

"Tell me how to solve that problem and I'll get on your..." She didn't even know what it was called, so Vivian gestured to the bike. The red head also looked a little smug, because she didn't think Cliff could figure out a solution to her skirt issue. "Otherwise tell me where we're going and I'll meet you there." That seemed like the best solution in her mind. The red head held the helmet out to him, waiting for a response while she smiled at him. There wasn't anything vindictive or mean in her smile, as there might have been a year before, no condescending tones in her voice. Instead, it was almost playful, if one could ever call Vivian Faust playful.

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 Posted: Apr 12 2016, 05:43 PM
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It's not like Cliff owned another mode of travel. He loved his bike. He had sort of a unique history with it. The bike used to belong to a professor at Cambridge. His work had always been something Cliff had looked up to. He was a geneticist. Brilliant man who had, unfortunately, been in an accident on the same very bike which had placed him in a coma. This professor, according to his coworkers, had been sort of awkward, brilliant and wanted to fit in but never really could. He was alone most of the time, no real friends or family to speak of. Could be a bit of a sarcastic ass.

From what they said about him, the comatose professor sounded a lot like Cliff. He sort of latched onto the idea of this professor. One of the other Professors who was there to sort of guard the little boy genius CLiff was told him there was a bunch of his stuff in the basement of the physics building, notebooks and such. Cliff was allowed to go threw a mess of boxes and found the incredibly damaged bike he was now seated upon. It took some convincing but as the man had been in a coma for over a year, they let Cliff fix up the bike. Cliff wanted to because he never had before and it would be fun to figure out the mechanics but also because the less logical semi-spiritual part of him wondered if he fixed the bike, maybe god would fix the man.

Not something he actually believed just something he wondered.

Cliff would visit him in the hospital. Talk to him. Cliff was so much younger than his classmates and honestly found most of them to be idiots, it was hard for him to make friends and the professors, most of them seemed to just want to use him. Show off the little wonder brain to alumni to get funding and donations to their research. Maybe it was because he was unconscious but Cliff liked talking to the man. When they finally found some distant family it happened to be another professor. Professor Ainsley and he was the reason Cliff didn't stay at Cambridge for his doctorate. Cliff was invited to St Andrew's University personally by this comatose man's distant cousin who in turn let him keep the bike when they finally pulled the plug. The bike had, in a way, brought a friend into his life. It always got him where he needed to go. Plus, it was cool. Let no one say it wasn't cool.

But Vivian definitely had a point. If it had been a looser fit skirt it would have been fine but she would basically have shimmy the thing up her to hips. He chuckled lightly nodded, "Fair point. a'right you know Finsbury Park? It's walkable from there. Woulda had to park round there anyways." He stood and leaned over to her. He took the spare helmet from her and latched it back on the bike. "You're only gettin out of it because of your form of dress though, I'll get you on the lass one day." He added with a smirk before he started it back up, put his helmet on and headed off towards Finsbury Park knowing damn well she would be there in a matter of moments and he would need a matter of minutes.

Once there he parked his bike and quickly set the his u-lock before pocketing the keys and looking around for the young Faust woman once more. Take two.


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 Posted: Apr 16 2016, 04:55 PM
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Finsbury Park. She knew where that was. Thankfully her job dealt with knowing a fair bit of London, the sort you could see on a map, even if she didn't know the exact details. "I'll see you there." There was a slight smile on her her lips as she spoke, feeling more than a little excited at the prospect of... whatever this was. Despite the fact that there was a haunted little thought in the back of her mind that was whispering used shoes, because really such a prospect made a shudder wriggle down her spine. She bought vintage things, but they were always sanitized completely before Vivian ever used them. And they were normally things that could be properly washed on a normal basis. Like dresses. Not shoes.

"And you can try all you like." Vivian rarely wore anything that would allow her to ride such a thing. He was going to have to get more creative to try and get her on the back of that anytime soon. If he was counting on her ever wearing pants, he was betting on the wrong horse. Vivian watched him drive off, waiting until he had turned a corner before walking back into the alley she had just appeared in and popping to another alley across the street from the park. She managed to walk to where the parking was next to the park before he managed to pull up, but that was probably because apparating was so much faster than muggle transport.

She walked up to him as he killed the engine and stopped a foot away from him. "Alright then. Where are we headed?" Because despite knowing the streets, the parks, and the alleyways of the city, she didn't know anything about the minor buildings. She hadn't stepped foot in a muggle place if it wasn't something like a restaurant nearby her flat or an opera house. Her flat was in a muggle place, but the floor had been wiped out of memory for muggles. She shared the space with a few other wizarding folk, but everyone basically minded their own business and they couldn't even see each other's doors. It was tidy enough for her life.

"It's good to see you." That was what one was supposed to say on a date, right? Good to see you. Missed you. Things of that nature? Her dates with Edward had always been awkward in many ways, but they had been easier because it had been easy to talk about the wedding, work, or their families. She had been awkward around Edward because she hadn't known him, because they were being forced together. She was nervous around Cliff because she... cared about what he thought. About what he was thinking, right now, about all of this. It was a feeling that she wasn't entirely sure that she liked, but it was there all the same. "So, lead on then." Might as well get down to this bowlin' business, whatever that was.

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 Posted: Apr 24 2016, 10:19 AM
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Cliff was undeniably nervous about pretty much everything involving him and Vivian. He wasn't nervous about her lying about her feelings for him. He wasn't nervous that she would think him a bad kisser or anything like that. He was nervous that, slowly but surely, she would realize she wanted someone who offered a bit more prestige. Or that she would, slowly but surely, try turning him into someone that offered a bit more prestige. Or reversing it, he was nervous he would, eventually, realize he wanted someone he could relate to more. Or that he would, eventually, try turning her into someone he could relate to more.

Yes it was true that people change people, but they can't change the core of a person. He wasn't a leading man. He wasn't a prince charming. This wasn't about self esteem issues. This was about reality. It wasn't a bad reality even. It just was, neutrally. He just, wasn't looking forward to the moment when the world began to remind them of that reality. If it was just them, they stood a shot. The world didn't have to be a part of it.

He smiled upon seeing her, meeting up with her again, he had his hands in his pockets but stuck out his elbow towards her, offering her take it as he began walking towards the break in the park's walkway where it rested for a crosswalk to get across the busier street. "It's just down the way." He nodded down the block they were facing. He couldn't help but sort of sound amused. Perhaps not for an obvious reason but he was still amused at imagining Vivian there. It had to be as funny as imagining Cliff in his normal clothes at a fundraiser or some other event. Which he had done a few times. His professors had never been the sort to really enforce a dress code for most events, as long as he managed to keep his smart mouth in check, they were happy.

Which meant they weren't happy often.

It didn't take long for the sign for Rowans Tenpin Bowling to come into focus. The place was actually sort of nice, for a bowling alley. It, like most, doubled as a bar, but Rowans also did events and things... really, just in general it was simply kept cleaner than many of the others Cliff had been to so he felt like it was a great deal nicer. It was also a bit larger, so maybe that played into it too. "See, not far." Maybe he would not have to feel as nervous if he just thought of this as them hanging out, not him on a date, especially if that date was the genius idea of taking the Vivian Faust to a bowling alley.


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The funny thing was, despite Cliff's thoughts, the only one who was currently attempting to make the other into something they were not... was Cliff. After all, he was sitting here, insisting that they go on this adventure to a bowlin' alley, knowing for a fact that the red head had no clue what it was and prepared to take delight in what would be her obvious discomfort in the situation because she was a totally different person. It was almost, to the observer, as if Cliff was attempting to sabotage this relationship from the very get go. To test Vivian's limits and make sure that this was really what she wanted. To pull her in the depths of her discomfort and put their relationship through the ringer even though it was still in it's beginning steps.

For Vivian, this wasn't a concern. She knew that they were two different people from two different worlds. She understood that there was going to have to be a lot of a dirty word in their relationship. That brutal thing called compromise to achieve what she thought she wanted. Purebloods were not use to compromise, the Fausts least of all. They were use to getting what they wanted when they wanted it and Vivian was no different. But here she was, agreeing to do something she had never even heard of before. Mustering past the idea that this was something that she might not have liked and being here to try and enjoy some time with Cliff.

Which was the entire point of this, right? Spending time together. She had to wonder if the butterflies she felt in her stomach were ever going to die down or if she was going to get them every time Cliff smiled at her like that. She took his elbow with no complaints, pulling herself along next to him despite her much shorter legs. Vivian had no idea what she was in store for, but she tried to ignore the nerves and the jitters she was feeling.

Those green eyes glanced down the way towards the large building that Cliff had motioned to. It was an odd building, not like one she had seen before, and she was able to clearly read the name of the place out front. Rowans Tenpin Bowling. It didn't look like a terrible building, just rather squat. She didn't feel a sense of dread at the sight of it, so that had to mean that things were going well to start. "So what exactly is this that we're about to do?" It was an indoor activity, which meant that it wasn't something like horse back riding or a garden tea party. Or a certain sport on brooms, thank Merlin. Vivian was about as good on a broom as she was on a muggle subway. Both terrified her. But she still didn't have any clue what she was about to walk into.

It wasn't until they walked into the building that she got her first idea of the situation. There was the typically crack of a bowling ball hitting pins that startled her for a second and her gaze dragged across the entirety of the alley. There weren't too many people actively bowling as it was still early in the day, but it was easy to see that the red head was a little startled by the set up. She just had no clue what the hell was going on here. Muggles are weird, was pretty much the only thought she had while she stood there, trying to figure it all out.

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Cliff walked into the bowling alley with Vivian through the aged light weight wooden doors and into the main entrance. There were a decent amount of people around but luckily it wasn't as swamped as it sometimes could get to be. Had it been a Saturday night, it probably would have been a bit crazier. Don't misunderstand, Cliff liked it loud but... well... Saturday nights seemed a bit harder to explain if they were on some off chance going to run into someone they knew. Also, harder night to get away from life out explanation.

The place was decorated the way most bowling alleys were. A sort of old and badly patterned carpet. Loud arcade games flashing lights and scamming people of coin as you get to the cashier's desk. Rowan's had private party halls and such upstairs, there was a staircase headed up with a red old motorcycle on the wall. And Cliff knew once they got into the main body of the building where the bars, pool tables and most importantly, the lanes were, the decorations were very much so just random things the owners found cool or fun or they had just always been there.

That familiar crack of the balls hitting the pins was already resonating in his ears when "So what exactly is this that we're about to do?" Cliff smirked and shrugged, "You know, I've never actually learned why it was called bowling." He mused. Usually he was one of those people that liked to learn everything he could. It wasn't that he was particularly interested in bowling, it was simply a fun thing to do with friends. He had never really thought about it until now though, the wording "bowling" had very little to do with what the actual act of the game was. Honestly, though, bowling was such an old game, it would probably be a more difficult task to find the name's origin.

The point was, unlike football, or basketball, there was little in the name "bowling" that implied rolling a weighted ball down an oiled piece of floor towards pins you wanted to knock down. He shook his head, "Don' worry, we just have ta get some shoes and I'll explain when we get our lane. It's easy" Well, easy to explain. Really, not a hard game to explain to someone. Honestly, Vivian would probably get the concepts just walking past other players as they went to their lane.

Once they got their lane assignment and entered the main hall with the lanes, the sounds of the music on the speakers, the crashing of pins, the chatter of people talking and laughing sort of filled his ears. He took Vivian's hand and nodded over to where you exchange your shoes. "What's yer shoe size?" He asked her.


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Vivian did not like loud things, so it was probably a good thing that Cliff had brought her here on non-peek hours. She might have walked straight out the door if that had been the case, or trying to cast a few charms on the sly in order to somehow make it all... quieter. As it was, the sudden noises were a bit startling to the auror, but since no one else was reacting, she kept her face calm every time it happened. But her green eyes carefully roved over every inch of the place, attempting to figure out what sort of place this was.

The red head was trying very hard not to judge it, but it was obvious that the auror found the bowling alley to lack class. The carpet was terrible looking, something a plain color would have suited much better even if cost was an issue, or a dull pattern. Something softer, not nearly as loud as the current one was. Perhaps with a border... but not this. The flashing lights and loud noises were something that she normally thought of as a "muggle thing" and this was no exception. She preferred things a touch more... silent and well decorated, but she also had no clue what the noises and flashing lights were for. She thought they were decoration without any understanding that they were games.

Vivian followed next to him, quiet in the loudness around her, silently observing everything she could. She wasn't silent because she was scared, instead it was almost as if she didn't want to add to the noise when it wasn't needed. Cliff's reassurance that bowlin' was easy was a reassurance, but glancing at the few people at the lane it seemed like they were... throwing the ball down at some... other things. But she was smart, she could see that the more things the ball knocked down, the happier the player seemed to be. So the point was to knock down as many as possible when it was your turn. Turns were dictated by the bright screen at each lane that some people pointed to, and everyone had a chance each turn.

It seemed simple enough, but sports were never that simple. Vivian had no skill at flying or Quidditch. She had done her flying class as needed in her first year, but had never gotten back on a broom. Apparating was simply better, along with the floo and portkeys. Brooms seemed every bit of dangerous as that hunk of metal that Cliff rode on, with the difference being the fact that you were often high enough in the air to cause a mess if you fell off them. Such accidents weren't common, but that was likely because travel by broom was fairly uncommon.

Then Cliff took her hand and thoughts about broom travel were instantly gone. Instead she laced her fingers with his and followed along. Those she did look over the counter at the shoes that Cliff motioned to the moment he did and her face went a touch paler than normal. "Six." The word sounded as if it had been clawed from her throat and she cleared it seconds later before looking at the attendant. "Are there new ones for purchase?" Her tone made it clear that if there wasn't, Vivian was going to take issue with it. The attendant stared at her for several seconds before nodding and letting her know that he would double check if they had any new ones in her size. Bowling alleys typically carried a few new pairs for the serious bowlers, but it was unlikely that they were going to have one in her small shoe size. Vivian was about to get into a world of disappointment, but she had already grabbed her purse for the purchase, pulling out her wallet and the wad of muggle cash she had exchanged just this morning for such a situation to arise. There was more than enough in her wallet to rent out the alley for the day. She just offered Cliff a smile and squeezed his hand with her fingers to show a touch of affection while the attendant searched for new shoes in a women's size six.

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What was truly funny is that Rowan's Lanes was far from a dump. It was average. It was an average sort of bowling alley. It was not the high end ones, which existed with brand new shoes, bowling balls polished so perfect you can see your reflection, italian leather couches, expensive cocktails that are served to your lane. Those places existed. But there were also lanes where lights only flickered because the place couldn't afford to update the electric wiring and the shoes were falling apart and the beer tasted like piss.

This was an average place with average shoes and average sanitation. He wasn't sure what else to expect but of course, he knew since Vivian hadn't been bowling before, she probably expected nothing. That could be either a good or a bad thing. He didn't quite know but hey, they were here. He felt himself second guessing everything though. Again, he wasn't quite they were all that much of a good idea. Or his head wasn't.

His heart felt they were the best god damn idea the universe had ever had. His heart felt that they could own the universe. His head worried that she would never actually see his life as equal to her own and if he were being perfectly honest, that he would never see her's as equal to his. Cliff currently was trying to not chuckle at the paleness that snuck into Vivian's features at the mention of the shoes. He began to speak up when she began to ask for new shoes but yeah, that still happened.

The clerk at the desk may have given Cliff a look and looked a bit at Vivian's attire before agreeing to at least check. Cliff couldn't help but chuckle and nod slightly, "Ye ken, they do wash th' shoes." He commented, amused. Cliff always, believe it or not, or at least lately, would try to tone down the slang. Speak with Vivian and others more similar to how you were addressing professors. Not because he felt about Vivian the same judgement as those professors, goodness no but because he knew he could understand her speech but she couldn't always understand his. She just hadn't grown up around many Scotts or even Brittish who just happened to speak less black tie.

Cliff wasn't going to push it. He wasn't really. He severely doubted they would have them though. He did however sort of angle himself and gently pushed her hand back down as she pulled out the cash. "Haud oan, sorry, Whit da ye think ye'r doin'?" Cliff's tone wasn't harsh, more amused with a hint of concern on his face until the cash was hidden. "Ya don' wanta flash aroond cash like that, not the safest bet." He said, doing his best to keep his tone light. It wasn't the roughest parts but still, there were bound to be a few questionables at the bar and pool tables. That wad she had represented what it would take for certain people to be able to both pay rent and eat. It represented drugs. It represented liquor or a way to help pay off that loan shark. You don't waive around people's salvation like it's nothing and expect not to get mugged.

The clerk came back out with a box of size six bowling shoes, red and black like the rest of them. He informed them that they were only a week old but they had been used. Cliff nodded, "Brilliant." He took the shoes, only for rent and handed them to Vivian and hopefully, finding a way for her to wear the shoes but not be too horrified, he leaned down to her ear, "Lou's down on the left if ya need a wee bit of a magical clean." He whispered, suggesting if it grossed her out so bad she could use the bathrooms and maybe magically sanitize them quickly before she used them. I mean, it was ridiculous because lots of regulations were put in place with used shoes but whatever made her feel safer... right?


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Just because they were always supposed to wash the shoes did not mean they actually did. Which was one of the reasons why Vivian chose her vintage purchases rather carefully and magically cleaned them completely before ever wearing them. She was rather careful with those items and the majority of her wardrobe was in fact, brand new things. Or altered things that her mother had once worn, because Vivian knew that her mother took care of her things just as she did. Everything was always spotless and that was the only way that Vivian could honestly operate.

The red head also didn't understand that what she was doing could be a bad thing. Once again, her world operated... differently. Faust gave Cliff a bit of a confused sort of look as he pushed her hand back into her purse. Was this a bad neighborhood? Vivian hadn't assumed so. It obviously wasn't the best neighborhood, but she didn't understand that sometimes it didn't need to be good or bad for things to happen. But if she was going to trust him with this situation, then she'd have to trust him. Defending herself against a muggle was exactly within the limits of when to use magic and Vivian had every bit of confidence in herself to handle such a situation. Of course, the red head didn't really know too much about guns or anything else of that nature that might entirely make magic... a moot point.

When the clerk came back with used shoes, Vivian managed to keep a straight face out of the fact that anything else would be rude. Manners and all. But thankfully, Cliff understood exactly what the problem was and he pointed out the washroom. Vivian thanked him quietly and the moment she had a chance, the auror shot off to the bathroom with her bowlin' shoes as if they were... well, unfavorable creatures. Within minutes the red head had them as clean as they were going to get and she exited the bathroom still holding them.

Vivian joined Cliff at their lane and used the first few moments to actually switch into the cleaned shoes. She laced them up, her fingers moving quickly to adjust the terribly colored shoes to her feet. If she had felt bolder, she might have adjusted the color to something more like her heels, which were politely sitting under her chair, tucked away so neither of them would trip over them anytime soon. She glanced at the tall squib she was with, then down the lane. "Alright then, how do we... play? I assume the balls are different colors for a reason. Different sizes or something, yes?" She smiled up at him, thinking that this sort of had to be like Quidditch in a way where everything had a rhyme and reason to it. The balls were all different sizes and colors there, so you could tell what was what just by a brief blink. Vivian was assuming that the bowling balls were the same manner, like all the green ones weighed a certain color and did a certain thing, while the red ones were different, and so forth. All she needed was for Cliff to give her the basics and she could select the one she was supposed to use.

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Cliff gave a small smile as he watched Vivian head off towards the restrooms before giving the employee his shoe size, getting his own and paying for the rental and lane. He had no issues with the fact that Vivian had more money than him. That was obvious long before they had met, when he was no one to her and she was just a name he had heard the society page writers at the prophet speak about. Clifford was not a man who cared about chivalry. He found historical context important and the whole "Women can't open car doors thing" gross so in general he didn't participate.

For him it was just plain considerate. He would hold open a door for a friend or either gender. If he had a sweater and a coat and a guy friend had only a t-shirt and it got freezing, he would offer his coat to his friend if he wanted it. It wasn't chivalry, it was just being considerate. And in his book, paying for dates was a two way street and he didn't want Vivian thinking she was going to have to cover everything all the time. He picked out the place tonight, so tonight he was going to pay. Besides, he didn't want her pulling out that wad of cash again. He simply waited to pay until she was out of sight, perhaps slightly fearful of her stopping him and saying she had it out of pity or something. He didn't know. He just... it was easier this way.

He took his shoes and headed to the lane they had been assigned as the people who had been there were clearing out. He switched shoes, always amused by the retro colors in patches the shoes had before hearing Vivian approach him. He smiled at her question. Well, some lanes she was correct. Some, like Rowans organized the balls by their weight but the colors were sort of arbitrary. Since there was no standard and most lanes just purchased the balls from so many different places, it was usually only nicer places where colors meant different weights. Not that it really mattered. Most bowling balls were just black anyways. "Not really, not here at least." He replied pointing back at the racks. "Most of 'em should have numbers markin' the weight. Ya just wantae pick out one light enough ya can throw with power an' heavy enough it can have power." He shook his head, "Donnae worry, ya can always try a few out, figure out yer best."

Most bowling balls were between 6 and 16 lbs. He usually used a 13 or a 14 pounder depending on the shot. He looked up at the little screen and pointed, "The monitor is the score board." He had already put their initials in. "Basically each game has ten frames. Fer each frame, ya get two tries at knocking down as many of those pins as ya can. If ya get them all down in one go, that's a called a strike, marked as an X. If ya get all ten but in yer two shots, that's a spare, marked as a slash, an a dash means no pins were knocked down. Perfect game is a 300 score, not 100." the slightly complicated scoring part of bowling, "It's pretty easy. Each strike, ya get the ten points fer the pins, then ya get ta add the total of yer next two rolls. So if I get a strike, then next turn I get three and my second try get five more, my original strike is worth eighteen points not ten. Spares however are worth the ten plus only the next roll so, if I got I spare and then three and five on my second try, my original spare is worth 13. " Cliff was fine at calculating the score in his head as he went as well as figuring out the averages, medians, means and modes but most people, it was easiest that the computer kept score.


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Vivian's life and expectations were an odd balance of old school and impatience. Her pureblooded upbringing had instilled in her a certain amount of "chivalry is expected". She had once expected doors to be opened for her and things to be done in certain ways. But Vivian's personality didn't like to wait around for others to do things for her. She was much more of a go getter and didn't like the idea that she had to wait around for someone else to do something for her because she was a female and because it was polite. She would storm through a set of doors before waiting for a man to politely open them for her just because they were walking together. Vivian Faust the auror did not have time for that.

Those little quirks had bled over into her every day life, much to her mother's dismay, but most of the rest of the pureblooded world just thought it was because she was a Faust. Fausts got their way and that was sort of that, right? Well, at least they normally got their way. There was nothing Faust-ly about wearing used shoes on a date with a squib in a muggle establishment. It was unheard of. There were certainly distant cousins and the like who had done these things, but no one from the core family had ever done something like this. Not in the recorded history.

Perhaps there was something that had happened that some relative of hers had blasted off the family books, but Vivian wasn't aware of it. Instead, this felt like a journey that was brand new for a Faust. For the last real Faust of this generation. After her, there weren't going to be anymore, at least not in the manner that everyone normally thought of. Still, these were things that Vivain didn't want to think about. Heavy thoughts for what was supposed to be a light hearted afternoon. She didn't want to drag down the situation with her troubled thoughts.

Light enough to throw and heavy enough to have power? Cliff was doing that thing again, where he really wasn't making sense because he was talking about things that she didn't understand in the least bit. Those green eyes gave him a guarded, side long glance that tried to convey her confusion while her face stayed perfectly still. He continued to explain though, and Vivian was able to get the basics of what he was saying. Though all the numbers and what not were just... flying straight over her head. The red head wanted to ask why things were so many points and the like, but she didn't know if Cliff would even know. Some people didn't know why Quidditch was around but they still played it.

"So I just need to throw the ball down and get as many of the little pins to knock over as possible, every time." That seemed to be the basics of the situation and Vivian didn't want to over complicate it until they actually started playing. She stood and smoothed her skirt for a second before walking over to the balls and starting to examine them, leaning over so her long hair almost brushed a few, trying to decide what weight would be best. A slight frown appeared on her full lips as she picked up a few, before settling on a bright, neon pink ball that apparently weighed 10 pounds. It didn't feel too heavy for her, though it seemed to be heavy enough that she felt it while carrying it back to where their "lane" was. Maybe that was what Cliff had meant. Whatever the reason, Vivian was not known for her upper arm strength. "Which of us goes first?" Maybe it would be better if he did. She could see his form and well, if she didn't get distracted, perhaps she'd understand the situation better. Vivian was a quick study. She had no doubt that she would master this muggle game before the end of the afternoon, one way or another.

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Cliff was going to be doing his best here. He never really was the greatest at it. At dating. He was such a casual person with everything he did, he had never really had done any sort of formal date date sort of thing. Of course, he had never been a secret before either and he was so surprisingly okay with being her secret. It was definitely out of his usual behavior. He was not something to be ashamed of and while he completely knew that Vivian did not see the secrecy being about that, at the end of the day, it sort of was.

It wasn't that she was ashamed of him but they were both acutely aware of the reality that the people in her life would believe she should be. It was just easier for them to figure out just what they were on their own without that sort of pressure and judgement. They had enough judgments just between the two of them, from the look Vivian gave those used shoes to the look he will give whenever she attempts to get him into dress robes. Granted, he cared very little what they thought of him, even if she might. He feared the eventually with her. The what will happen when eventually caught up with them,

She would find him crass and beneath her. He would find her grating and shallow and even if both FELT better, would they still KNOW better? He was a man of logic and science. What happens when the dopamine, norepinephrine and serotonin stopped flooding their systems? What happened when the butterflies went away when they actually had to rely on real compatibility? That was probably the real reason why he was so willing to be her dirty secret. Being a secret meant there was a wall stopping them from truly, really being together. There was wall keeping them from that point. A secret may be against his nature but it meant they could be like... like THIS. Just them. Screw anyone else.

Cliff just smirked at her summation and nodded, "Aye." He agreed. That was the core of it. I mean she should be rolling it, not throwing but he was pretty sure that was obvious. He followed over and grabbed a two balls, one a bit heavier and one a bit lighter before he placed them on their rail. He shrugged, "Don' really matter" He replied honestly, he stepped up on the treated wooden floor and walked up to the line that separated the oiled part of the lane. "Ye're not really allowed to go past this line. The little arrows can be used to help ya line it all up an' the only real etiquette that matters is let whoever's in the lane next to ya go before ya roll, don' wanntae distract, aye?"

And it was true, apart from that, you can curse, cheer, be really fucking loud, didn't really matter. Just don't fuck with other people's games. Although unless a league was playing, even if you accidentally did, you're probably fine as long as you apologize. Bowlers tend to be happy people. Most of the time. "More importantly, need a bevvy?" He asked, nodding over to the bar, figure he could get them a pitcher of beer or something for the game.


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Cliff explained a little bit more about the game that they were supposed to play. Vivian paid close attention, the rising feeling of competition settling on her slender shoulders. The red head knew that a lady was supposed to be demure and reserved on a date, at least in a "normal" setting, but she always had a hard time curbing her personality in such situations. Now they were going to play a game and already Vivian wanted to win.

Not only did she want to win, she wanted to win against Cliff. As obviously he was the one that she would be playing against, as this sport seemed to be everyone for themselves. The red head would have to remind herself that there was always a learning curve to something when you first tried it, but that wouldn't stop her from being determined enough to see it through. They just... wouldn't leave until she got the hang of it.

It took her a second to realize what a bevvy was, but she offered him a slight smile. "A red wine would be great." Of course, she had no idea that this place's wine would probably be of a lower quality than what she was use to. Or might not have it in the first place. Vivian was thinking about the red wines she had back at her flat. The expensive ones that were at least one hundred pounds a bottle. Because that was simply the amount she normally spent on wine.

Frankly, Vivian had never had beer or coolers. She had picked up drinking wine after she had become engaged to Edward Flint, and hadn't had a sip before that point beyond champagne at her parents' parties. She knew that there were pubs and that beer existed, but she had never had it. Cliff offering to go get her a drink was nice though and Vivian smiled at him warmly in return, before she leaned back to watch the people around them play. Trying to learn from them already, see their form, and what exactly they were doing with their bowlin' balls.

Vivian was here to have a good time, learn new things, and spend time with Cliff. So far, she thought things were going alright. It was obvious that she was over dressed for the situation and that she was wildly unprepared for what was going on around her, but she was still steaming forward without putting on any stops. Vivian wanted this to work. When a Faust wanted something, they typically go it, and she was no exception.

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Sort of opposite of Vivian, Cliff was a radically non-competitive person. Partially because of good reasons and partially for bad ones. The good reasons he wasn't competitive was that it was a game. He didn't need to feel better about himself only after having "won" something. Others losing didn't make him a winner in anyone's book other than the judge and to be perfectly frank, fuck the judge. He had no care for this judge. The judge can fuck himself off a cliff. Cliff's only minute competitiveness came out in academia but only when it was someone who had been a jerk. He liked to show up the assholes a bit, or a lot. With others, others who hadn't tried to control or change him, who just wanted to focus on the work, learning was the end goal, discovery, curiosity. They were on the same team. Us versus the universe's mysteries.

There were also some bad reasons he was not competitive. When he was growing up, very few people expected anything of him. No one looks at the orphan and thinks "oh they're going to run a fortune five hundred company," or "oh hey that street rat's going to cure cancer" . They looked at him and say "Look he's still alive, that's great. good for you." And as soon as he flips them off because clearly they don't give a shit about him, all of a sudden he's a trouble maker. He'll be lucky if he graduates, even though he could have slept his ass through most of school and still done better than the majority. He's lucky he's not homeless or dead. Then when people realized that he had an advanced intellect but his behavior wasn't pristine, it was "oh He should be in jail. oh he doesn't deserve the chances he's been given" and "why isn't he being grateful we're speaking to him?"

And in general, he felt it was a waste of time to try to gain their acceptance through winning anything so he decided instead it was better to lose with flare and a big "fuck you" written on his forehead, because winning in that setting would require kissing some assholes and he wasn't interested in that. Here, with Vivian, the lack of competitiveness he felt, came from the good reasons. He was here to have a good time and be with her, who cared about anything else? Although he did have to pause at her drink order. It was a bar at a bowling alley. Wine really wasn't a thing. Although he supposed some of those really upscale bowling alleys existed and they might have red wine but really what's the point of bowling if you have to dress up?

"Aye, they don' really have wine." Cliff glanced over to the bar, trying to think. He supposed with that comment Vivian was probably not much of a beer girl. "More of a beer sorta place, or whiskey... Oh perhaps a cider" He added thinking maybe ciders would be more her taste. Hard ciders were always good. Thistly Cross Scottish Cider was one of the best and he knew they had that. Or Aspall Perronelle’s Blush English Draft Cider but that was definitely one of the more sweet ciders.


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Vivian on the other hand, was competitive for so many reasons. There was a certain way that purebloods were raised. They thought that they were better than everyone else, but that did not mean they were competitive. That just meant they felt they should win for no other reason than their blood. It could create an odd sort of competitive nature in pureblooded sorts. Vivian though, she loved to win. She loved to best others and be the very top of everything she put her mind to. She thought that there was a slight reason for it all when she was younger, but her mother had tried to get her to be less competitive because she was a girl. Funny, how that made her want to prove it more. To anyone who would look at her and say she couldn't because of her gender.

Men don't like it, Vivian. Act like a lady. She had become a perfect lady. Grace, elegence, polite speaking, manners, dresses, heels, make up, perfectly made up hair. In every sense of the word that her mother had ever meant, Vivian was a lady. But Vivian could not keep her comeptitive streak hidden just because men didn't like it. For whatever reason, that made her want to crush any man who dared get in the way of her extremely high heeled stride. Thankfully, Cliff wasn't someone who made her want to crush him. There had never been a word from his lips that suggested she couldn't do something because of her gender. He had only ever questioned her right to be superior because of her blood or her attitude. And that was something that she had rethought, time and time again, because of him. Funny how that had worked.

Now she was in a muggle bowling alley with him on a date. Weirder things had happened in the world, but this was probably a turn of events that very few people would have ever thought possible of Vivian Faust. She didn't care for their expectations on this matter. It was her life. She would... love who she wanted. The red head felt like she wasn't going to need to explain to anyone for a little while, until they had figured all this out themselves. So the muggle world was much better than anything else, because that would give them the space they needed to figure it all out.

But beer or whiskey? Neither sounded pleasant to Vivian. She made a slight face before he suggested a cider. Which didn't sound as bad. "A cider then, please." She smiled at him slightly, trying to seem like she was confident in what that was, but it was yet another thing that Vivian had never tried in her life. The red head was having a day of firsts and she would spend the entire time waiting while Cliff got a drink... studying the muggles around them for an idea on how to play this game of chucking heavy balls down a lane to knock over pins. It didn't seem so hard, but was that ever a reason not to give it her all?

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It didn't take Cliff long to get one of the crisper, lighter and less syrupy ciders for Vivian and a cold beer for himself back to the lane they occupied. "Hera ya are." He handed it down to her before sitting in front of the little computer and typing in their names, setting them fairly quickly on the screen up above. He put himself in first out of habit before realizing he probably should have asked whether she would want to go first or not but it didn't much matter. Besides, she could see some of the form for bowling, not that she would probably be able to mimic it in the tight pencil skirt, but hey, she'll come up with her own style.

She always would.

One of the things he loved liked about her. One of the few things he could actually pinpoint. He knew she had these wonderful qualities to her but they were had to put into normal words. She was kind, although her attitude could be misleading about that. He would have never thought of her as kind when he first met her and yet she had shown it that night too. They met when he had gotten himself into a bit of trouble as he was investigating a piece for Wells. Like usual, Cliff had been doing the dirty work and actually getting attacked but whatever. Vivian had been the auror to respond to the disturbance caused by the betting shop man strapping cliff to a chair.

Her nose may have completely turned up at him and she may have not wanted to listen to a word he was saying but to be fair, half of what he was saying was sarcastic and basically telling her to shove off because he had himself handled. She may say she was just doing her job as she had consistently urged him, and even threatened him, trying to get him to a healer, and she may even be right about that. But what then was the reason she chose this job? If it was just about ambition there were other ministry jobs with just as much if not more prestige that were far less dangerous. She was, in her own Faustian way, showing kindness. And by Faustian he meant as in HER and her family, not Faustian as in relating to the character Faust from that German legend about the man who makes a pact with the devil, his soul for unlimited power, knowledge and worldly pleasures. He did hope that wasn't in anyway related to her family... you never know now that magic is real. Although if he recalled correctly, her family had been British since forever, right? He pressed enter on the computer and then hopped his butt over next to hers and double checked his bowling shoes were laced right. "So... odd question, but yer family's not German at all, is it?" He asked but then realized he was literally about to see if Vivian was related to a german fairy story about the devil...

"Know wot? Nevermind that, sorry, I'll just---" He pointed over to the lane and pushed himself starting over there before turning back around, quickly leaning down to give Vivian a kiss on the cheek and taking a drink of his beer before going and grabbing his ball from the line up. He stood squarely before the line, a few strides back, he made sure his grip was okay before he took the four step approach to the line and releasing. The familiar sound of the ball rolling down the lane and the clash of pins as all but nine fell, made Cliff feel a bit more relaxed. He glanced back at Vivian and pointed up so she could see the screen calculate how many fell as the machine lifted the last one, swept the others away and set the pin down again as his bowling ball returned on the lift. He picked it back up, went again, hit the last one to get a spare and came back to the seat as the lane reset. "Alright, your go. Remember don't cross the line, the floor is oiled and very slick, wouldn't wantya ta get oil yer knees."


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