Post by Jacob Corrion on Jul 30, 2007 12:01:14 GMT -5
23 December 2007
11:47 pm
Leaky Cauldron
It was well past the Festival's curfew but he knew there would be violators and quite fraknly Corrion was in no condition to hold them accountable for any of their actions. The bald and generally dutifull auror was to say the very least, completely wasted and for several good reasons. For starters, Thanotos' funeral wasn't exactly a candid moment, he might not have liked the man but he was still a Ministorial officer of the law. And just like every other major incident there was no leads on just who'd sent the pastry. But it was also the Holidays, the time were drunkards and drinkers alike got together and hhad merry fist-fight style brawls and broke tables simple because they knew they could fix them once -- if -- they sobered up.
Three empty bottles of 1985 firewhiskey sat next to him on the bar and the half-finished one in his hand was looking like it was winning the current battle. "Nother round Pevens! There's stil ti dies till Crhistmas and ti I 'ave to be sober." And while yes this was a very logical statememnt for a slurred drunk, if he wanted to be sober by Christmas he'd be better to start now as opposed to later. And to think here Pevensie was worried about the shady folk running amok in his pub... Psh! And just where was that drink anyways? To be honest Corrion couldn't even remember when or if the place closed ... a right pity since it couldn't be too far off the midnight hour mark by now.
Oh well, who neeed to worry about time when you wouldn't remember most of what you did anyway?
[Open.]
11:47 pm
Leaky Cauldron
It was well past the Festival's curfew but he knew there would be violators and quite fraknly Corrion was in no condition to hold them accountable for any of their actions. The bald and generally dutifull auror was to say the very least, completely wasted and for several good reasons. For starters, Thanotos' funeral wasn't exactly a candid moment, he might not have liked the man but he was still a Ministorial officer of the law. And just like every other major incident there was no leads on just who'd sent the pastry. But it was also the Holidays, the time were drunkards and drinkers alike got together and hhad merry fist-fight style brawls and broke tables simple because they knew they could fix them once -- if -- they sobered up.
Three empty bottles of 1985 firewhiskey sat next to him on the bar and the half-finished one in his hand was looking like it was winning the current battle. "Nother round Pevens! There's stil ti dies till Crhistmas and ti I 'ave to be sober." And while yes this was a very logical statememnt for a slurred drunk, if he wanted to be sober by Christmas he'd be better to start now as opposed to later. And to think here Pevensie was worried about the shady folk running amok in his pub... Psh! And just where was that drink anyways? To be honest Corrion couldn't even remember when or if the place closed ... a right pity since it couldn't be too far off the midnight hour mark by now.
Oh well, who neeed to worry about time when you wouldn't remember most of what you did anyway?
[Open.]