Open RP: Ravenclaw Bar (Jesus, he needs it.)
You don't realize how much you love your job that you hate until you're sitting there, not doing it any more, reflecting on how much fun it was to bitch about and the adrenaline rush you get watching a few thousand soldiers march on your say so.
In fact, very little compares with spying, in terms of 'ways to pass the time.' Which is why Gust is drinking. It's the closest thing to his old work, in that he drank a lot when he was working. Well, not while working, because that's a good way to get shot, but when you ask an agent if he drinks the answer is usually 'hell yes.'
"I never thought I'd be the man on the bar stool, remembering the 'good old times.'"
When he gets back to his real life, he'll have to die young, so this doesn't happen again.
In fact, very little compares with spying, in terms of 'ways to pass the time.' Which is why Gust is drinking. It's the closest thing to his old work, in that he drank a lot when he was working. Well, not while working, because that's a good way to get shot, but when you ask an agent if he drinks the answer is usually 'hell yes.'
"I never thought I'd be the man on the bar stool, remembering the 'good old times.'"
When he gets back to his real life, he'll have to die young, so this doesn't happen again.