"Well, aren't we a couple of pathetic sad sacks," Leo said, shaking his head. "Clorinda's new husband is opening a club in a couple of weeks, that might help with opportunity and fulfill our social obligations in one go." He arched a brow. "A bang, and then a few months in a cell. Yeah, it was a real good start to the year." Not that the New Year's sex had anything to do with why he'd gone to that place, but the one had happened just before the other so they were tied in his memory now.
He nodded, since it did make sense. Before he answered, he did as he was told and finished his whiskey. He was feeling pleasantly warm and relaxed, and slouched lower in the booth after refilling his glass for the second time. Getting home later was going to be interesting, even if he was far from drunk yet.
"If it's just a job, why stay? There's other things you could do. Or Hell, if you want to keep your job, why not find a hobby or something. You always loved Quidditch, is there an intramural league to join?" That would involve interacting with people, which would put Leo off the idea, but Benjy loved Quidditch and tended to tolerate other people better than Leo did.