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can't touch this - because Jovi will kill you
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dating Jovi Rowle
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Post by Finley Charles Avery on Mar 12, 2018 13:16:05 GMT
 No Rest For The Wicked
Fin had been drinking beer for most of the night, and it didn't touch him nearly as much as firewhiskey and other, harder liquors did, but he had to admit, he was feeling buzzed. He hadn't intended to get that drunk at all tonight, since he had a few meetings in the morning and needed a relatively clear head, but his friends were all trashed and it was only ten thirty. Fin hoped to be home by midnight or not long after, but at this rate, he'd have no choice but to stick around and make sure his mates didn't end up dead in an alley somewhere. Not that he cared that much, he'd attend all funerals, but he'd move on quickly enough. He needed to at least seem like the guy that gave a crap, though, even though it wasn't completely true. Tipsy Fin was more than capable of shoving everyone on the Knight Bus to make sure they got home, but if they all insisted on being out until three in the morning, he'd have to just say fuck it and leave them to it. His club wouldn't run itself. He'd get trashed tomorrow night instead, preferably in a nice club with beautiful women, rather than a pub full of drunks and old men.
Leaving his mates at their table, where they were making a fair amount of noise and drawing more than a few glances in their direction, Fin headed to the bar to get the next round in. The pub was busy, it was Friday night and most people just wanted to forget they'd had a week of hell in work and welcome the weekend in with a bang, but some of them took it too far. Like the couple practically eating each other's faces in the middle of the room, right where Fin was trying to shove his way through the crowds. Having no way around the pair, he put his hand between the two and pressed it to the man's chest, pushing them apart with a pissed off look. "Coming through," he glared at the bloke as he forced himself a path between the couple, and stuck his elbows out as forcefully as he could as he worked his way towards the bar. "Another round!" he called to the bartender who had served them all night, one hand waving to get the young guy's attention. "Excuse me mate, other people need to stand here," he called over the music to a man who had had far too many muffins in his life, muscling his way in beside the guy and trying to shove the doughnut lover away from the bar in the process.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 17, 2018 15:35:08 GMT
 Friday nights were the best for Jesse. As someone who often took drinking too far on the regular, it was nice to have a large crowd to follow him into a drunken stupor. His heavy, casual drinking meant that it would take quite a bit more to get him there than some of the weekend crowd. The Leaky Cauldron was already packed when he had entered it, some people well on their way to chemically altered city. As of late Jesse stayed close to home, trying out the scene near his flat, but tonight he yearned for something other than the pumping dance scene that lined Whimsic Alley. He wanted to go back to his roots, his drinking roots that is, and visit the ol' leaky. In his younger years, and his years at Hogwarts, he spent many days and nights there. It was nice to see some familiar faces as he entered the pub.
The night drew on, Jesse jumping from table to table catching up with old friends. The pub seemed to be filled with a younger crowd, rowdy and drunk, and the old timers- the ones Jesse had gotten along with so well in the past. He had always enjoyed their company, and their stories. And the fact that they'd likely buy any number of drinks just to keep a listening ear at their side. Jesse had aquired a steady buzz as he chatted, and found that he was actually having a great time. Back on Whimsic Alley his focus always seemed to turn to the beautiful women, as there was pleanty of them, and it was nice to sit back, relax and have a boys night of sorts.
Jesse made his way to the bar, sitting on a stool next to another old and friendly face. The man was quite large and Jesse had drank next to him, sharing stories and bar food, for years. The two reminisced of how long it had been since his last visit to the ol' leaky and over the roaring of chatter and music he could hear a rude and familiar voice in the background. Jesse sipped on his pint as the obnoxious bloke made his way to the bar. Finley Avery, Jesse scoffed into his drink upon seeing the annoying face of his once fellow housemate. "Excuse me, mate-" Jesse sneered at the man as he wrenched at his friend, attemping to make a spot for himself, "-some people are already sitting here. How about you find another spot to stand, or better yet another place to f*ck off to." THANK YOU MALIA TATE FROM ADOXOGRAPHY |
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