Happy Birthday, Drunk

[4leaf_charmed]

WHO: Conner, Arthur, Moon, Gilbert and ???????????? (open for all you alkies and family members~)
WHEN: Sun. Dec. 6th late night
WHERE: Random bar!*cough*theoneArthurandIvanfrequent*cough* Cause no one wants to drink at work for celebrations
WHAT: Conner's sweet 25th. A night out drinking to celebrate
RATING: A for alcohol

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[godsavemy]

Arthur lightly ambled down to his much beloved and favourite pub to frequent in Liberty, an upbeat tune hummed by slightly upturned lips that remained so even when he passed through the entrance to see that the pub was more crowded than usual. It wasn’t necessarily his cup of tea to drink a pint in such a lively atmosphere, but tonight he was more than tolerant of the loud guffaws and cheers at the telly which he knew was playing the World Cup match between England and the States (vaguely, he wondered who the chaps were supporting).

But yes, nothing would sour his mood this evening (though England losing the match would certainly put a bit of a damper on things). Amazingly, he was able to keep this good mood of his ever since he had came back from London and...from Eliza.

He smothered a full-blown grin at the thought, and managed to keep simply a half-smile dancing on his lips. He congratulated himself for making the prudent decision of taking a quick trip to London just before the holiday season fully set in, and he was rewarded quite generously. True, nothing was official, but Arthur didn’t mind one jot. He never expected any sort of progress, never dared to for fear of disappointment and a ruined business relationship. But now he had hope. And when he stopped to really digest all the implications and that he was possibly setting himself up for disaster, his pleasant demeanor would almost certainly fade, but for now he would let himself relax and revel in his happy thoughts and the warmth of the pub.

“Hullo, there Geoffrey,” Arthur greeted the barkeeper, taking no mind of who he sat next to at the bar. “Busy here today, eh? Don’t suppose you still have some liquor left over for a sorry sod like me, hm?” He shot the man an easygoing grin and settled down on the bar stool, determined to enjoy himself.