Who: Draco and
What: A Drink and a Death
Where: An alley behind the pub
When: 2am
Rating: high
Status: In Progress


Draco was enjoying the firewhiskey that ran down his throat, burning it. If he could sum up the events in his life recently, his conclusions would not be favorable. He was stuck between Rabastan and the order, not really on either side. Deals were being worked, but the pace was frustrating. His wand twirled idly through the fingers of his right hand.

His social life wasn't exactly thrilling either. Sure there was a little waitress who seemed to like his attention. He knew it wouldn't take much to convince her to come back to his flat for a shag. He really wasn't in the mood. Maybe it was just too easy. He watched the girl walk back to him asking if he wanted one more. He downed what was left of his fourth and shook his head. He was already entertaining a nice buzz, she just wasn't his type of witch.

Tossing enough down for his drinks and a healthy tip, he headed towards the loo, figuring he would step out the back door and into the alley to aparate to his flat. A few minutes later he was at the door. He heard a voice, crying and afraid, in the alley. It was accompanied by another voice of a different woman. He froze, pushing the door open just enough to listen to their activities.