RP: The best laid plans
Date: Tuesday 16th April, 1999
Characters: Marcus Flint, Adrian Pucey
Location: The Hog's Head
Status: Private
Summary: Marcus is attempting to drown his sorrows, perhaps Adrian will be able to help.
Completion: Incomplete
Marcus traced circles in the spilled beer that lay in a little puddle on the table and sighed. He was sitting at a table at the back of The Hog’s Head nursing a pretty bad beer. He took another swig and tried not to grimace.
Well, it was obvious why this crap was half price. If he could have afforded it he would have been drinking something a lot stronger and nicer but he was down to the last of his money. Again.
Why was he always down to the last of his money?
Marcus was drowning his sorrows - or at least attempting to, at the moment he was only making them a little soggy - because he had failed to mend his broom. The bloody thing was pulling to the left worse than ever. He should have known that looking in a book wouldn’t have helped. It’d be flying in bloody circles soon. If it got any worse maybe he’d give it another go. Or get a job so he could afford to have it mended.
Salazar, what a depressing thought. Marcus took another swig of his beer.
Characters: Marcus Flint, Adrian Pucey
Location: The Hog's Head
Status: Private
Summary: Marcus is attempting to drown his sorrows, perhaps Adrian will be able to help.
Completion: Incomplete
Marcus traced circles in the spilled beer that lay in a little puddle on the table and sighed. He was sitting at a table at the back of The Hog’s Head nursing a pretty bad beer. He took another swig and tried not to grimace.
Well, it was obvious why this crap was half price. If he could have afforded it he would have been drinking something a lot stronger and nicer but he was down to the last of his money. Again.
Why was he always down to the last of his money?
Marcus was drowning his sorrows - or at least attempting to, at the moment he was only making them a little soggy - because he had failed to mend his broom. The bloody thing was pulling to the left worse than ever. He should have known that looking in a book wouldn’t have helped. It’d be flying in bloody circles soon. If it got any worse maybe he’d give it another go. Or get a job so he could afford to have it mended.
Salazar, what a depressing thought. Marcus took another swig of his beer.