Open to all Ravenclaws: Dom at the bar.

[whitesheep_dw]

(OOC: After the conversation in which Brice revealed all to his brother.)

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[fw_darcy]

Darcy had been reading in an armchair in the common room, quietly keeping an eye on the young man at the bar. He was sufficiently grown that Darcy felt no need to interfere in his drinking, though a wary eye seemed prudent.

However, the agitation in the boy's demeanor was far more worrisome to Darcy. This no longer seemed the adolescent rite of passage he had taken it for. On those grounds, then, he felt justified in putting himself forward, and rose for the bar.

"Pardon me. If you do not wish to drink this, may I?" He lifted the brandy snifter and held it up for the boy to see.

[whitesheep_dw]

'What? Oh...yeah. Yeah, that's fine,' Dom mutters, taking a swig of the lager, hand tightly gripping the bottle and mouth pursed even after the glass is away from his lips. He drums distractedly on the label, and scowls down at the bar.

It's not normal of him to be so rude.

[fw_darcy]

"Thank you. It's good brandy. Shame to let it go to waste." He sat beside the boy and took a sip. "Fitzwilliam Darcy, at your service, Mister...?"

((I'm just walking out the door to go to work, but we'll check in on Dom in a couple hours when I get a free minute, ok?))

[whitesheep_dw]

((No problem!))

'Dom. Dominic de Wi--just call me Dom.'

He doesn't want to think about his family, and how they not only tried to screw up his life, but wanted him to forget about his brother.

'It said it was good. It's not really my thing. But then...nothing here's conventional, so let's say lager is a good medicine.'

[estebanmd]

For Stephen Maturin, the Ravenclaw common room had become something akin to the club to which he belonged in London, Black's. Certainly he could dine or drink or discuss science elsewhere, all manner of elsewheres, if he had a mind; but the common room was likely and easy to access, and so it became something of a haunt. A sheaf of notes for the next potions class in hand, Stephen had begun to advance toward the bar for his habitual coffee when he recognised the small blond personage sitting there holding a bottle. It was not a smallish (adult) woman, after all; it was Dominic de Winter, whom he recalled from the boy's Sorting, and had liked a good deal

[whitesheep_dw]

Oh no. Anyone but him. The last thing I need, Dom thinks desperately, Is Professor Maturin lecturing me for drinking.

'Are you talking about the lager?' he asks, crudely, more crudely than he would normally dare.

[estebanmd]

"Is that what you have there? Yes, then that would be the activity to which I refer," said Stephen dryly. "I had not thought you the kind of boy who might find it desirable to pickle his internal organs before his time."

He really had no idea how highly Dominic thought of him, and might (possibly, maybe) have tempered his words had he known; but this was Stephen, and this was how he would have spoken to little Blakeney, or any of the other midshipmen had he found them debauching themselves with drink.

"In fact, I would wager good money that this is no habit of yours. What brings you to this pass, Mr de Winter?"

[whitesheep_dw]

'I think I'm entitled to it. I just found out that 'Dave' is actually Brice, my brother, who was stabbed and killed in a knife fight when I was three. And he's an angel--to make matters worse, a former Fallen one, who messed with my memories so I had no idea.'

Dom grimaces and swallows another gulp. 'And I'm not sure what to do. I can handle my alcohol, sir; I'm not going to get drunk and go around smashing windows. I've been drinking wine at meals since I was about six. It is, after all, what civilised people do.'

Note the sneer.

[wee_free_men]

The Feegles were in the bar, as usual. It wasn't until Dom started rummaging around that they actually woke up, however.

They had no objections to the young lad drinking, but they were curious as to why the wee bigjob WAS. It wasn't normal, as far as they knew.

"Crivens, bigjob. Is yez alrighties?"

[whitesheep_dw]

'Nope,' Dom says quietly, swigging the booze. He turns round and just freezes. He really has drunk too much.

'Are you...am I hallucinating or is this going to force me into accepting I'm mad?'

[wee_free_men]

"Yez is angry, laddie? Righters. Who be pissin' yez off? Wez'll sort 'em oout wi' a right kicken, ye ken?"

The Feegles tend to like small children, and adopt them with regularity.

[whitesheep_dw]

'No--just shocked and upset and now, apparently, drunk. I don't even know where Jonas is.'

He refuses to call him 'Uncle'.

[buttonpushing]

Desmond figures that there is a bar for a reason. It has to exercise its purpose like everything else in the common room, and enough days have been spent with him wandering around the corridors trying to ignore the magic and the strange people walking past him. He's all well and good with knocking back a bit of alcohol and getting merry with a couple of strangers--a nice welcome after year sequestred alone on an island.

So here he is, pulling a stool back and slinging his leg over, nursing a shot of whisky that he'll look at for a few moments, contemplative, before knocking it back quick-like and getting some more. The kid off to his right draws his attention.

"Little young to be at the bar, aren't you?"

[whitesheep_dw]

'Yep. Fourteen. How old are you?'

Dom inspects the level of lager left.

Hey, if you can't be direct when you're at a bar, it's just not cricket.

[buttonpushing]

Desmond laughs. "Quite a bit older than that." And with those few words he dodges the question and ducks into his whiskey again. Whiskey just for a change. "What's got you drinking, then?"

[whitesheep_dw]

'I just found out that the friend I followed here is actually Brice, my brother, who was stabbed and killed in a knife fight when I was three. And he's an angel--to make matters worse, a former Fallen one, who messed with my memories so I had no idea. He gave up Heaven to look after me, and had to kill people for it. You?'

OOC

[artsy_jilly]

((Is this happening before or after Dom's chat with Jilly? I'm taking it to be before, but I just want to be sure. KTHX.))

Re: OOC

[whitesheep_dw]

((It's just after, really--after his chat with Brice, I'm counting that as a few hours or so after his chat with Jilly.))