#o;tbd

Alastor wasn’t sure where he was anymore. Was it The three Broomsticks? Or the Leaky Cauldron? Honestly, he didn’t know, didn’t care, and couldn’t be bothered to go and figure out which one it was. All he wanted were a few drinks, and he sure was getting plenty of it. “Just... another one, yeah?” He said as he felt like his drinking partner was in the mood to go home now. And certainly wasn’t. At least, not until morning came.

All Simeon had wanted was to help her reach something high up on a shelf. And with both of them being drunk, neither thought about using a spell to bring it to them. And that was how he ended up in that position, with her practically on top of him right after he made them trip. They both laughed at the situation for a moment, until someone walked in. “Oh. This is...” He started, moving up to get into a seated position. “This really isn’t what it looks like.”

It’s not she regretted punching the man, because she didn’t. At all. He’d been trying all damn night with her and she couldn’t find another way to tell him she had absolutely not interest. It’s just that she knew she’d end up kicked out of the bar anyway, so leaving on her own was a start choice. But when she heard footsteps approaching, Bianca had a feeling the other was coming to talk about it. “If you’re here to tell me I shouldn’t have punched him, don’t waste your breath. I’m not interested in your opinion.”

It’s not that Rabastan didn’t care about blood status. They did, mostly because it had been reinforced since they were a child. But with their current drunken state, they also couldn’t be bothered to care too much about it. It was just making out, it didn’t have to mean anything. So when the pair broken off, Rabastan couldn’t help but notice the person that was looking in their direction. And quickly, a frown appeared on the face. “What? You wanna go and tell my parents they’re son is making out with a halfblood? Go ahead, I don’t care.” They started, the word son leaving a bad taste in their mouth. But that was how the Lestranges still refered to them; as their son.

Kieran had been sitting in a corner of the pub most of the night. He’d have a rough week, and for once, he didn’t have anything planned the following day. So he was taking advantage of that by drinking his fair share of whisky. It’d been going nice, up until someone came and stood by his table. “Not interested.” He said as he lazily looked up to see who it was. Quite frankly, he never really cared to talk with people, but in this current state... lets just say he couldn’t be bothered to be more assertive in trying to make the other leave.

So, maybe Tami went a little overboard with her choice of clothes that night. To her defense she also went a little overboard with the alcohol while she was getting ready so it lead her to some... interesting clothing choice to go out. Lets just say that dress would’ve fit better at a gala rather than at a regular house party. But she didn’t care, she liked it. And so did she like the music playing. “Oh come one! I know I look... out of place, but this song is such a banger! Just dance!”

Absolutely nothing about this place felt right. It took her one step inside the cabin for Rashel to instantly feel uncomfortable. It was taking her everything to not run to the car and drive as far away as possible, and never come back. But she’d promised her friend she’d stay there with her for a few days, and he she hated to break her promises.

The more she walked inside the cabin, the more she got a terrible feeling about that place. But she tried to shove it down; if she was to stay there for a few days, she had to. Perhaps the fact she still had yet to find her friend was part of the reason she was uncomfortable. And clearly, they weren’t inside, so after setting her bags down in one of the empty rooms, Rashel headed back outside. 

Except going outside didn’t help ease the tension. If anything, it was worse. There was just something in the air she did not like. But at lest, after a little walk down the path, she finally got to find her friend, and a small sigh of relief escaped her lips. “Remind me why I accepted to come here? Thos place is creepy.”

Taylor absentmindedly played with the glass in his hand. It had been empty for a while now, and while most everyone was trying to drink enough to forget one of their friends was dead, he just wasn’t in the mood for that. Nor did he want to move; his body still hurt from the bruises he’d received when barley escaping the killer.

Or, well, that was the story he told people. Because he was the one who killed their friend. And those bruises? He give the, to himself so no one would be too suspicious of him. He wasn’t sure how well it would work, but he trusted people would believe him to be just a victim for a little longer. Long enough for him to be done here and move away. And it sure seemed to be working, guess he really was a good actor.

When he felt someone approaching, he raised his eyes for a moment, giving the other a half smile. “I know this town is boring, but this is not the spicing up I would’ve wanted.” Taylor started off, patting the place beside him. “How are you holding up?”