Lee had been on a bit of a mission. It was a minor mission with little threat of actual harm happening to anyone. Maybe there was likely to be some liver damage out of the whole thing, but he thought that was perfectly justified now that his best mate was trying to cope with his girlfriend being locked away in Azkaban for Death Eater activities. It was a whole mess of bloody nonsense is what it was, a complete load of bullshit that Lee was powerless to do anything about other than the 10 minute rant he'd had on the air about it the other day. Granted, he was mostly taking it on George's word that Cecilia shouldn't be there, but George might be stupid over her - which Cecilia Jacobs, it would never stop being weird but not his problem - and that didn't mean he was an actual idiot. Lee didn't really have much he could do to help the situation except someone had given him a regularly scheduled soap box from which he could yell
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George didn't need to look up to know who had butted in on his one-on-one time with the bottom of a glass. Even zoned out as he was, there was no mistaking Lee's familiar lilt and tell-tale underlying humor.
"Pretty sure no one 'round these parts has a single fuck to give about faux whatevers-" he mumbled, shamelessly reaching across the counter to snatch the bottle from which he had been casually refilling his own shot glass since having slid a stack of galleons to the bartender on the duty with what he imagined was the sort of red-rimmed look he had purposely been avoiding catching in the mirror for days that very clearly said 'leave. me. alone'-
He poured and knocked back a shot for himself, then refilled the glass and pushed it along the bar in Lee's direction, not bothering with inquiries or permissions, the offer more of a direction than a questioning suggestion.
"Yep." Lee lifted the glass, throwing it back with practiced ease. He probably shouldn't drink this early, but this was basically his night. Or something. Whatever. Not the point. He was commiserating. "This is what we're doing."
He let the burn settle and motioned toward the bartender, shaking the glass to indicate they were probably going to need a second since George would probably drink himself half to death if someone didn't start drinking from the same bottle.
Lee snatched the bottle and refilled the glass, pushing it back and filling the new one that was suddenly settled in front of him. "Still no luck from anywhere, I'm guessing?"
"This is what we're doing," George nodded firmly as he drained the last of his pint before turning his attention back to the newly refilled shot glass, raising it in a halfhearted sort of cheers in Lee's direction and promptly knocking it back, the liquid sliding warmly down his throat without its usual bite, numbed as his tastebuds already were.
He answered Lee's accurate assumption with a huff of frustration, shaking his head.
"Nope. None. Nothin'," he grumbled, idly tapping his glass against the counter. "Blood fuckin' useless, everyone's been. Can't do a single damn thing until the trial, and I can't even get a bloody fixed date for that-"
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"Pretty sure no one 'round these parts has a single fuck to give about faux whatevers-" he mumbled, shamelessly reaching across the counter to snatch the bottle from which he had been casually refilling his own shot glass since having slid a stack of galleons to the bartender on the duty with what he imagined was the sort of red-rimmed look he had purposely been avoiding catching in the mirror for days that very clearly said 'leave. me. alone'-
He poured and knocked back a shot for himself, then refilled the glass and pushed it along the bar in Lee's direction, not bothering with inquiries or permissions, the offer more of a direction than a questioning suggestion.
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He let the burn settle and motioned toward the bartender, shaking the glass to indicate they were probably going to need a second since George would probably drink himself half to death if someone didn't start drinking from the same bottle.
Lee snatched the bottle and refilled the glass, pushing it back and filling the new one that was suddenly settled in front of him. "Still no luck from anywhere, I'm guessing?"
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He answered Lee's accurate assumption with a huff of frustration, shaking his head.
"Nope. None. Nothin'," he grumbled, idly tapping his glass against the counter. "Blood fuckin' useless, everyone's been. Can't do a single damn thing until the trial, and I can't even get a bloody fixed date for that-"
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