Draco ran his finger along the rim of his empty glass absently. The edges of his vision swam as he looked up at the bartender who raised a single perfectly groomed eyebrow at him.
“Another?” she asked.
Draco closed his eyes briefly, squeezing them until they ached, “Bring me… whatever’s next on the menu.”
“Yeah, alright,” she smirked, taking his empty glass, “What did you think about the French 75 then?”
“Nice, lovely,” Draco said absently, not entirely sure he could remember precisely what the last drink had tasted like.
“One Dark n’ Stormy, comin’ up,” she said brightly.
Draco sighed he fished a few more muggle notes from his pocket and shoved it on the other side of the bar. She had been very friendly all night not that he was surprised. There weren’t many people in the bar on a tuesday evening, much less a sad drunk wizard who was likely overpaying a great deal because he honestly couldn’t be arsed to check the numbers on his flimsy paper money.
He ignored her attempts at conversation when she returned and took the tall glass of what tasted like rum and ginger beer. Draco was prepared to stumble through something approximating a conversation when someone sat beside him, ordering a rum and coke and sending her off.
Draco blinked, his brow furrowing, the voice beside him had sounded familiar. Draco turned slowly so his head wouldn’t fall off and found the other bloke watching him curiously. The other bloke that looked remarkably, disturbingly, identical to Harry Potter.
Potter tried on a hesitant smile, “What’s a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this?”
A few months ago I attended Andrew’s best friend’s wedding, which was held at a gorgeous resort north of Toronto. As soon as I arrived I remember telling Andrew, “my nieces would love this place,” and then a few months later I returned with my nieces, mom and sister, to put my theory to the test.
The weather for our chosen weekend had looked dodgy-at-best all week, but despite the predicted rain and plummeting temperatures, we decided to go. It was a bit of a whirlwind for me, as I took the red-eye plane from LA to Detroit Wednesday evening, slept in my own bed for maybe four hours Thursday morning (8am - 11ish), and then zoomed over the border to catch the train to Toronto.
After a date night with Andrew, the next morning, bright n’ early(ish, as we first got brunch) we zoomed north to (the dark n’ stormy n’ beautiful) Severn Lodge.
Luckily, bad weather doesn’t affect Lily’s mood and/or choice of clothing (she is going through a puffy dress (and mostly) pink phase) so we explored the grounds and planned out our activities.
The next day we managed to sneak in a whole lot of activities between rain clouds; a paddleboat ride, canoe time (Lily was a champion and kept asking to go further out!), beach/sand-castle time, a swim to, and jump on the trampoline, and a dip in the pool.
Lily apparently learnt to jump bellyflop into the pool and LOVED doing it. It looked so painful, but apparently it wasn’t.
Fun fact: I am weirdly really really good at canoeing. Like, I just naturally can control the paddle well enough to aim the canoe at a pin prick! Too bad it’s not really a useful talent. Ha
Around sunset the clouds started to part and we finally saw a little blue sky!
The next morning we woke up to sunny skies! Unfortunately the weather was suddenly quite chilly (16C/60F), but that didn’t stop us from enjoying the day.
Beach time was plentiful ad fashionable (Can we please talk about Claire’s AMAZING little ruffled bathing suit down below? Because… !!!! )
And in the afternoon we headed out on the water on a gorgeous 1800s boat.
The lodge itself dates back to the mid 1800’s where the Main Lodge building served as one of the headquarters for the Georgian Bay Lumber Company. It’s been added to over the years, and is today a great family resort (or wedding!) spot. There are TONS of activities to keep kids busy, and it’s on a gorgeous west facing spot on Georgian Bay with gorgeous views.
The rooms aren’t too fancy, but they’re nice enough, especially as you don’t spend too much time there. It was a little on the pricier side, but everything was included (all meals!) and I would highly recommend it as a weekend away.
Isn’t this below room great? Claire was mesmerized by that fish!
I am so thrilled we finally did this girls-trip weekend away, especially as we’ve been saying we would for years (even before Lily and Claire) and now that we’ve found a spot (and already booked next year!) it’s nice to know we’ll all have this special time together.
Update on bar stuff btw: some managers will yell at bartenders for letting me make cocktails but some don’t yell at me or anyone else about it and anyway I make sure a bartender or server tastes every drink I send out beforehand just in case! Cocktails I can now make confidently without looking up a recipe:
greyhorizon’s Tommmmyy!-verse series, a season 2 Olicity get-together fic/Tommy lives!AU - Wicked Wind - It’s a super hot day so Thea invites Felicity over to the mansion for a swim, with no ulterior motives, really! Dark ‘n’ Stormy - an old rival visits QC, Oliver gets jealous, and Thea meddles again. Flaming - Oliver tries to drown his feelings for Felicity at Thea’s birthday party. Down N’ Dirty - The gang gets kidnapped in Gotham. The last fic is complete except for an epilogue (addressing Thea/Tommy as a non-incestuous side pairing in this AU).
the most recent chapter of Way Down We Go by @absentlyabbie - Part 4 of the Long Way Down series; a brainwashed, Lazarus Pit-ed Tommy abducts Felicity circa-season 2.5; now he’s (mostly) de-brainwashed and they’ve escaped, but that doesn’t mean that everything’s great.
Bed, Bath & Beyond Scene from @eilowyn1 - Why yes, a scene with Olicity shopping for housewares can be totally engaging and full of action, humor, and family bonding. Writers, take note!