Date: January 30, 2008 Characters: Marcus Flint, Adrian Pucey Location: The Hog's Head Status: Private Summary: Marcus and Adrian catch up Completion: Complete
Marcus cast a quick drying spell on himself, wishing he'd remembered to Impervious his cloak against the insistent drizzle. He hung the cloak on one of the pegs by the door and looked around for Adrian.
Oh good. He was already there, sitting in a corner booth.
"Hi, Adrian. Hope you've got a glass for me there," Marcus said, spotting the bottle.
Adrian had just gotten himself settled when he spotted Flint entering the bar. He sipped his drink while Marcus got himself situated. Some of the customers looked vaguely familiar, but he didn't see anyone he knew well.
"But of course, Flint. Don't be silly. Drinking the whole bottle would be rude, even in a place like this." He poured some for Marcus.
"I've been gone for a while. What's been going on around here?"
Marcus sat down with a sigh - He really hated Mondays - and picked up his glass. He had a brief moment of indecision as he remembered Bell's scathing words about his drinking, before taking a gulp.
What did she know?
"Nice to know some people remember their manners," Marcus said.
"Not much to tell to be honest. I'm still waiting for Quidditch trials. Still working at that bloody shop."
"Manners? My manners were beaten into me with a switch, same as you. Not likely to forget them now."
He saluted Flint with his glass. "Here we are, both working for a living. Maybe I should have paid more attention in Divination, I may have seen it coming." He smiled grimly.
"There seem to be an awful lot of Gryffindors about. Where are all the Slytherins?"
"Well don't try and wind me up then!" Marcus snapped grumpily, before emptying his glass.
"Hey, I'm not plying. You invited me, you bought the booze, remember? You're more likely to be the one with the motive."
Marcus flicked the beer mat at Adrian, missing by a mile, and wondered if he ever got annoyed. It didn't seem so. The bastard seemed to find it funny doing it to Marcus though.
"I could drink you under the table if I wanted to."
A Monday night probably wasn't the best time, but Marcus wasn't going to be one to back out of a drinking contest.
"We're Slytherins, Marcus. We always have a motive." Adrian watched the bar mat sail over his shoulder and land on the floor. He'd been fairly sure Flint would eventually toss it at him. The only things left on the table were their glasses and the bottle, and he doubted Marcus would use them for ammunition.
"I'm sure we could polish off another bottle if we wanted to, but it is a weeknight, Flint. Can you afford to miss work tomorrow?"
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Oh good. He was already there, sitting in a corner booth.
"Hi, Adrian. Hope you've got a glass for me there," Marcus said, spotting the bottle.
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"But of course, Flint. Don't be silly. Drinking the whole bottle would be rude, even in a place like this." He poured some for Marcus.
"I've been gone for a while. What's been going on around here?"
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What did she know?
"Nice to know some people remember their manners," Marcus said.
"Not much to tell to be honest. I'm still waiting for Quidditch trials. Still working at that bloody shop."
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He saluted Flint with his glass. "Here we are, both working for a living. Maybe I should have paid more attention in Divination, I may have seen it coming." He smiled grimly.
"There seem to be an awful lot of Gryffindors about. Where are all the Slytherins?"
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Marcus ran one hand through his hair and restrained the urge to kick Adrian under the table. He could be very annoying when he was in the mood.
"Look you poof, stop stalling and drink! And as if I'd need to get you drunk. You're obviously easy."
Marcus picked up another bar mat and took aim at Adrian.
"Well, if we run out it means it's time for you to buy another bottle. Obviously!"
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Adrian put his hand up to deflect the bar mat Flint was wielding, but Marcus managed to refrain from throwing it.
"Plying me with liquor? Surely you have an ulterior motive!" He hoped Marcus didn't take a swing at him.
"'m not sure we need another bottle, unless you've a mind to drink me under the table."
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"Hey, I'm not plying. You invited me, you bought the booze, remember? You're more likely to be the one with the motive."
Marcus flicked the beer mat at Adrian, missing by a mile, and wondered if he ever got annoyed. It didn't seem so. The bastard seemed to find it funny doing it to Marcus though.
"I could drink you under the table if I wanted to."
A Monday night probably wasn't the best time, but Marcus wasn't going to be one to back out of a drinking contest.
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"I'm sure we could polish off another bottle if we wanted to, but it is a weeknight, Flint. Can you afford to miss work tomorrow?"
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