Location: The Flaming Dragon Date: June 12th, 1984, later in the evening With: Open
Sirius had gone just a bit harder in the beginning than he probably should have, slamming back a few shots before turning to something a little tastier. The hard stuff got the job done, after all. But, the fact remained that Sirius was drunk, and he was having a rather pleasant evening, having so far avoided a few unsavory characters who would otherwise put a damper on his night. No, tonight he wanted to drink and celebrate, because there was enough worth celebrating, he thought. And it had been far too long since he’d been to a great party.
But, the drinks were not up to his standards. Making his way behind the bar, he dismissed the poor wix Caradoc had loped into serving them all, offering to take over for a bit while she took a breather. He had recently taken up employment at the Flaming Dragon, after all, and he enjoyed making drinks - and ‘needed the practice,’ according to Caradoc.
Sirius had plenty of experience with alcohol, of course, stemming from a curious youth with a penchant for trouble. He hadn’t been able to keep down a job for long, but that wasn’t for lacking skills. No, Sirius’ drinks were, like most things he did, excellent, without much effort on his part.
He had just finished whipping together a concoction of roses, mulled mead, and gin with something of a dramatic flair that he was known for in the bars he’d worked at. He turned as someone approached and offered a grin on instinct, steadying himself on the bar as the alcohol made his world tilt. “What can I get ya?” he asked, eyes focusing on the face before him.
