A sight for sore eyes.
Date: August 24th, 2000
Time: 7:00pm
Location: The Hogs Head. Oink
Character(s) Involved: Perry Derrick & Marcus Flint
Rating: PG13
With a jagged shift of his shoulder’s, Marcus planted his brown leather jacket firmly over his form, and then adjusted it to fit like a glove. He did admire his reflection, but only for a moment. His pressed green shirt beneath went well enough, and was suitable for the pub. For this reason, Marcus immediately headed for the door.
Luck would have it that Marcus’ father was to be working late, to reinstate his position within the Ministry office, within the Department of International Magical Cooperation, since the family had returned to England. So Marc was not limited to wander. And his mother was alone, which gave Marcus an easily playing field to score some money from the old bird. --For Booze, lots and lots of booze. If he went now, he could be home well before his Father arrived. He ditched the house as fast as he could, and made sure to go to a place he knew he could relax at.
When he got inside the Hogs Head, from bulldozing past the doors as if he was afraid to use the handle, Marcus quickly surveyed the room with a sharp eye. It was good to see a familiar place again, and he almost smiled at the sight, had the place not looked so damn ugly. He didn’t remember it being so- so- grungy, but the Three Broomsticks was a definite no go. He didn’t know if he was still banned from the place, since that incident involving an older man and two tables. And a broken chandelier.
Marcus shook his head, and wandered into the disgusting place. He placed an order for something strong, or as he put it, “Something that will make me forget tomorrow.” And the Bartender, with his grumpy disposition, obliged. He clenched his tall glass with plump fingers, as his feet carried him toward a preferred area. The back.
However, the sight of something halted Marcus, and made him blink intensively. The dark hair on a rather large patron, snagged his attention. If it was just the hair, Marcus would blow this person off, but it was also the height that paused his step. Marcus was sure he was looking at an old school chum. More like a parasite, a rather large parasite, with not much for brains. The vision made Marcus grin sinisterly and finally approach the solitary person.
“Scusami, old chum, but this place isn’t big enough for the both of us. You should probably leave.” Marcus’ eyes locked at Perry’s face, as his grin grew, while one hand held tight his drink, and the other tugged idly at the hem of his jacket.
Perry Derrick. He had the nerve to be out in public when Marcus wanted to get drunk. But no matter, Marcus wasn't afraid of the ugly brute back in school, and he sure wasn't afraid now. The stubborn idiot Derrick just needed some physical correction, from time to time. He probably wasn't beat enough as a child, Marcus figured.
Time: 7:00pm
Location: The Hogs Head. Oink
Character(s) Involved: Perry Derrick & Marcus Flint
Rating: PG13
With a jagged shift of his shoulder’s, Marcus planted his brown leather jacket firmly over his form, and then adjusted it to fit like a glove. He did admire his reflection, but only for a moment. His pressed green shirt beneath went well enough, and was suitable for the pub. For this reason, Marcus immediately headed for the door.
Luck would have it that Marcus’ father was to be working late, to reinstate his position within the Ministry office, within the Department of International Magical Cooperation, since the family had returned to England. So Marc was not limited to wander. And his mother was alone, which gave Marcus an easily playing field to score some money from the old bird. --For Booze, lots and lots of booze. If he went now, he could be home well before his Father arrived. He ditched the house as fast as he could, and made sure to go to a place he knew he could relax at.
When he got inside the Hogs Head, from bulldozing past the doors as if he was afraid to use the handle, Marcus quickly surveyed the room with a sharp eye. It was good to see a familiar place again, and he almost smiled at the sight, had the place not looked so damn ugly. He didn’t remember it being so- so- grungy, but the Three Broomsticks was a definite no go. He didn’t know if he was still banned from the place, since that incident involving an older man and two tables. And a broken chandelier.
Marcus shook his head, and wandered into the disgusting place. He placed an order for something strong, or as he put it, “Something that will make me forget tomorrow.” And the Bartender, with his grumpy disposition, obliged. He clenched his tall glass with plump fingers, as his feet carried him toward a preferred area. The back.
However, the sight of something halted Marcus, and made him blink intensively. The dark hair on a rather large patron, snagged his attention. If it was just the hair, Marcus would blow this person off, but it was also the height that paused his step. Marcus was sure he was looking at an old school chum. More like a parasite, a rather large parasite, with not much for brains. The vision made Marcus grin sinisterly and finally approach the solitary person.
“Scusami, old chum, but this place isn’t big enough for the both of us. You should probably leave.” Marcus’ eyes locked at Perry’s face, as his grin grew, while one hand held tight his drink, and the other tugged idly at the hem of his jacket.
Perry Derrick. He had the nerve to be out in public when Marcus wanted to get drunk. But no matter, Marcus wasn't afraid of the ugly brute back in school, and he sure wasn't afraid now. The stubborn idiot Derrick just needed some physical correction, from time to time. He probably wasn't beat enough as a child, Marcus figured.