Who: Marcus Flint & Miles Bletchley What: Miles is drunk. 'nuf said. When: Saturday Night Where: Some bar somewhere... although Marcus might just drag him to Dodging Bludgers for the fun of it.... well, it'd be fun for Marcus. Rating: PG (Though might end up higher knowing these two... lol) Summary: Miles is hilariously drunk and Marcus just finds it plain hilarious.
Almost two decades was a pretty long time to have known someone, after that kind of time a person would like to think they knew the other pretty well. Although for Miles it was more of a case that he should've known better than to have agreed to go out drinking with Marcus. Because somehow he always ended up the butt of a joke or something else that provided Marcus with entertainment.
Which made perfect sense as to Miles' current situation, although anyone else was probably confused when they saw a couple of blokes sitting a table, and one was laughing pretty loudly whilst the other was glaring at him.
"I knew I should've said no," Miles grumbled under his breath as he glared at Marcus.