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RP: A Pint. Yes, Please

Jul 08, 2007 14:21

Date: 7 July 2005
Characters: Argus Filch, anyone
Location: Five Alarm
Status: Public
Summary: Filch arrives in town and heads straight for the pub.
Completion: Incomplete

( He needed a job and a place to stay, but first he needed a drink )

argus filch, willis travers, place: five alarm, stan shunpike, july 2005

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shh_travers July 8 2007, 05:24:57 UTC

Buggering hell.

In the last few days, Willis had done... What was it, exactly? Fuck if he could remember, least not all of it. He had these vague ideas, remembered that he'd started by going out and doing a bit of work, figured he'd earned himself a drink, and decided it was high time he spent some quality time elsewhere. Merlin knew it was warm enough not to bother with housing details, and he was aware of the fact that he'd spent the last few days catching sleep in a back way here and there, spending the nights doing... Here he grinned, more a smirk. Doing whatever the hell he'd felt like, really.

And that was the beauty of wandering wherever you pleased, it was. And why you made damned sure you did it off and away, rather than here again and again. Less notice, less mess. Who the hell needed that ( ... )

shh_filch July 8 2007, 06:16:48 UTC

Once he had half a pint into him, Argus took a moment to look around. The look of this place was a bit classier than most of the pubs he'd frequented in Portsmouth, but a lot of the other people sitting round the bar looked like regulars, and he didn't feel out of place among them.

There was a bloke staring at him. Hardly even blinking. Argus didn't recognise him, but that didn't mean much. If he'd been to Hogwarts, he probably knew Filch, and if he hadn't been one of the ones who made mess in the corridors and ran around the castle at 2am, Filch was unlikely to remember him.

He took another drink and nodded at the bloke. "'Sit usually this quiet in here, or is everyone at Quidditch?"

shh_travers July 8 2007, 06:27:01 UTC

No, the voice didn't place it. Not up front, anyway, though there was a chance something'd clicked, and he'd missed it. Willis wasn't exactly what you'd call properly coherent. Hadn't had enough to drink, hadn't had enough time to let everything settle. No, this wasn't...

Ah, right. Man'd asked a question, and he'd not yet answered, was still staring. Willis smirked briefly at himself, or at the man for being here, or fuck knew what, and took another drink. Starting to feel a little more natural, good. "Don't know anything about this Quidditch business." Or had he heard something? No, no, not in his memory. Not that much was sticking there, just now ( ... )

shh_stan July 8 2007, 06:40:05 UTC

It had been a long day, looking for work here and there, finding little more than odd jobs and promises of more when things got better in general. Living in an abandoned house with no plumbing, no working fireplace, and little roof left wasn't ideal, either. Of course, being summer, it wasn't so bad. He'd just make as if he was camping out.

The day's work of hauling various things from here to there had earned him enough change in his pocket for some dried meat and pears at the market, and he still had enough left over for a pint or two down at the 5A. "Ain't like a bloke cou' axe fer any more'an dat," he muttered to himself as he pocketed his change.

It was a short walk over to the Five Alarm, and a good thing it was, too. Stan was more than parched, he was downright thirsty. He was taken aback by a familiar face as he walked in.

"Oi, wotcher doing 'ere, Mistah Filch? Just stoppin' in town, or ye makin dis place yer 'ome, too?"

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