the devil won't let me be

"So I would imagine, but that is probably for the best. I doubt they would provide you with enough of the entertainment you wish for." He gave a nod, ignoring the comment about muggles. "Glad you like it. Hopefully my future books won’t disappoint."

"Maybe. Maybe not. Certainly enough entertainment for my eyes, at least," he said smoothly. Antonin raised an eyebrow slightly in an attempt to conceal his overwhelming curiosity. "Future books? Is there anything in the works as of now?

"Anyone feel up to celebrating St. Patrick’s Day with me?"

"Drinks are on the house for an hour only, where I work," Antonin offered.

"Some bar you work in, apparently," he chuckled, not sure he wanted to hear details. "No shame in appreciating a piece of literature, mate. Though it’s good to hear your sister is such a fan. I really appreciate the support."

"It's quite interesting. Although I don't see your sort going by there anytime soon; we serve a different kind of clientele." His lips tugged upwards, which he quickly turned into a smirk. "Yes, well, your stuff is better than most trash out there about muggles, so the support is deserved."

"There must be some terribly-constructed stories overheard once they get that smashed." He smiled curiously. "That is very sweet of her. Sorry if you get bombarded. You’re probably sick of me already."

"Plenty," he smirked. "Most of them involve murders that haven't been solved or, you know, other petty crimes." He shook his head. "I suppose I've gotten used to it. Sometimes it feel like I'm the one that's obsessed with an up and coming writer."

"Are you? I’m sure that’s a fairly lucrative career… Could be entertaining, too." He raised his eyebrows. "I wouldn’t go so far as saying, everyone, but I should hope some people do.”

"It's all in the tips, really. And It's only entertaining when everyone's smashed and can't tell up from down." He arched his own eyebrows as well. "Well my... sister is a big fan of your work, so I never hear the end of it."

"That’s a pity. Maybe the weekend will go better for you, mate."

"Weekends are my busiest. I'm a bartender, on the side of... my other profession." He folded his arms behind his back. "Of course, everyone knows who you are."

"Can’t be the most idiotic, though it’s strange you’re only hearing it now. I’m sure plenty of people already do take it another way.”

"I suppose not. I personally think Wednesdays are a fucking drag, humping or not."