Who: Marek and Felixa What: drinks When: Monday evening [backdated] Where: Leaky Cauldron Warnings: TBA Status: Incomplete
More than anything, by the time he got to the Leaky Cauldron, Marek just felt exhausted. Exhausted from the high energy adrenaline rush hunt, which would not have been a problem at all except for the feeling of spinning out of control that Marek really only ever felt in his nightmares. Which was not to say it had been nightmarish, but he had not felt this far in over his head in a very long while. He just wanted the day to end, but he wasn't anywhere near tired; he felt high strung just from sheer proximity to the three women he'd been around today, and he definitely wasn't canceling on Felixa. He needed a drink to soothe his nerves, and with any luck, her mysteriously calm energy would have the same effect.
Having written to Felixa, he made his way to the Leaky Cauldron. He took a seat at the bar and ordered a firewhiskey, then ran his hands tiredly over his face and through his hair. He felt like banging his head against the bar, too, but decided against it. If he wasn't careful tonight, he might end up with a headache tomorrow anyway - there was no need to make it worse.