Who: T and Al What: drinks When: Saturday evening Where: T's flat Warnings: TBA Status: Begun as a log, continued in comments
Terrence was bored. The kind of bored that made him want to set shit on fire. He was starting to feel the Mark on his arm again, in a way that grated on his nerves. He wanted to do something, anything, to make himself feel like he wasn’t some mindless, obedient servant to the Dark Lord, but he was waiting for the right moment. Until then, though, he couldn’t let himself get bored. Well, more bored than he already was.
He’d gone out for a run on four legs, but it hadn’t helped much; that was why he’d decided it was time for a drink. And not alone, because that made him feel like he was drowning his miseries. On impulse, he’d invited Al over, hoping to be entertained. He did feel a little less irritable at the prospect of company; he’d been keeping to himself too much, especially since he’d resolved not to wear himself out trying to make things up to Katie. If she needed something from him, she could damn well ask.
He took a sip from his glass and threw one of his knives at the dart board on the wall before summoning it back, waiting for his friend to arrive.
Alec finished what he was doing (even though it wasn’t anything important--he had a thing about finishing what he had started, and there was a dirty joke somewhere in there) and headed over to T’s house, apparating in with a pop. “Yo.” He wasn’t particularly bored (there were unending things to do in his house, and unending people to do outside of his house), but hanging out with his friends was always a good time, and it was always good to get his mind off of certain people who seemed to be invading his thoughts recently.
He flopped onto the sofa like he lived there, nodding at Terrence’s drink. “You going to give me some of that?” he asked, taking out his wand and fucking with it just for the fun of it, and then turning to look at his friend. “How’s life, anyway? I feel like I haven’t seen you in a hundred years.”
Terrence nodded at the whiskey bottle and extra glass on the counter. “Help yourself,” he said, too bored to be paranoid about the way Al was fucking with his wand. Even though he had been watching out for that sort of thing more and more often, these days. Hell, if something exploded by accident it would probably make his night.
And hell, wasn’t that a question. He couldn’t really answer it truthfully, but he managed a mischievous grin. “Oh, you know. Starting shit everywhere I go. Messing with people. What’re you getting up to these days?”