Post by Leo Robins on Jun 27, 2014 3:20:37 GMT -5
Leo had spent an inordinate amount of time within the walls of the Three Broomsticks since he had started working at Honeydukes', and he'd grown quite familiar with it's layout, food, waitstaff, and, of course, its regular customers. He and his friends were a staple of Friday nights at the pub, welcoming in the weekend with drinks and loud commentary on whatever Quidditch game they were listening to on the wizarding radio.
But today was not Friday, it was Sunday evening and everyone was busy doing work they'd been putting off all weekend, as always, and he had found himself free with a disturbing lack of things to do following his shift at Honeydukes'. He figured the waiters at the Three Broomsticks were better company than an empty house -- his siblings had plans, as they usually did, for almost all weekend nights in the summer -- and his artist's block.
"One glass of firewhiskey, thanks," he said to the bartender upon taking a seat on a stool by the bar. The bartender, a nondescript guy who looked fresh out of Hogwarts, nodded and disappeared to go fetch him his firewhiskey. He probably shouldn't be drinking when he had work the next morning, but he figured he was only young once and, worse came to worse, he could probably beg a hangover potion off one of his siblings in the morning.
As he glanced around the bar -- there were a few customers, one relatively loud group of girls, a lot of lonely guys probably drinking away their sorrows, and some kids who didn't look or act like they were of age and had probably snuck in with fake IDs -- a girl appeared at the stool by his side, thoroughly distracting him from his observations. He swiveled his stool back around and offered her a smile out of politeness. She was a fair bit younger than him, maybe even younger than Cassie though they looked about the same age, with long, dark hair and pretty eyes. Actually, she was pretty all over, though she didn't appear to be the approachable sort, judging from the expression on her face. Still, she was sitting near him, probably because the other option had been sitting near an extremely old gentleman who was drooling when he tried to drink his beer, and it never hurt to have a pretty girl nearby, as far as he was concerned.
But today was not Friday, it was Sunday evening and everyone was busy doing work they'd been putting off all weekend, as always, and he had found himself free with a disturbing lack of things to do following his shift at Honeydukes'. He figured the waiters at the Three Broomsticks were better company than an empty house -- his siblings had plans, as they usually did, for almost all weekend nights in the summer -- and his artist's block.
"One glass of firewhiskey, thanks," he said to the bartender upon taking a seat on a stool by the bar. The bartender, a nondescript guy who looked fresh out of Hogwarts, nodded and disappeared to go fetch him his firewhiskey. He probably shouldn't be drinking when he had work the next morning, but he figured he was only young once and, worse came to worse, he could probably beg a hangover potion off one of his siblings in the morning.
As he glanced around the bar -- there were a few customers, one relatively loud group of girls, a lot of lonely guys probably drinking away their sorrows, and some kids who didn't look or act like they were of age and had probably snuck in with fake IDs -- a girl appeared at the stool by his side, thoroughly distracting him from his observations. He swiveled his stool back around and offered her a smile out of politeness. She was a fair bit younger than him, maybe even younger than Cassie though they looked about the same age, with long, dark hair and pretty eyes. Actually, she was pretty all over, though she didn't appear to be the approachable sort, judging from the expression on her face. Still, she was sitting near him, probably because the other option had been sitting near an extremely old gentleman who was drooling when he tried to drink his beer, and it never hurt to have a pretty girl nearby, as far as he was concerned.
