#b&y

(❀ ᴗ ᴗ)﹒a new member has entered *!*

`💧` ┈ [rules](link)

`🌟` ┈ [vrfy](link)

`🌊` ┈ [roles](link)

﹒﹒ have fun in our place *!* `🌙`

﹒﹒﹒NEW UPLOAD BY ALIX !﹒﹒﹐

﹒CREDITS WHEN USING !!﹒﹒﹒﹒﹐

The worst is always coming down and Art finds himself dragging his feet into the men's room while too sober for his own liking because he can notice the smell and the filth and the distinct lack of gold inching in at the edges of his vision. It's the distant whisper of the Felix Felicis in his ear that lets him know that the room was clear for the time being and that chances were, if he was quick, nobody would catch him if he just took another sip or two. He has half a vial left and the rest of the night to go and he's not sure how well he's going to cope once it's gone and the prospect of having a trouble-free night is ripped from his clutches but his will is weak and he doesn't know if he can fake the bravado the liquid luck gives him when faced off with six shots of Black and no chaser.

It's a bit dodgy the way he huddles over the sink, and even more dodgy as he unscrews the pendant on his collar that had been replaced with a golden potion rather than the red he's supposed to carry. Art doesn't give it too much thought as he knocks back more of the potion  than he intended to but the rush is near instantaneous and feels too great to regret when he's invigorated with grand ideas he's certain he could pull off if he just tried. It's just his luck that the door rattles the minute he replaces the pendant onto its chain and he's caught just barely dehooded as a beast wanders in through the door.

"It's empty, mate," he says courteously after a moment of prolonged silence extends between them. "There's only me."