you go glen coco. (fourforyou) wrote in aetates, @ 2013-03-02 21:41:00 |
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As it had been for Herb nearly all of his life, his favourite part of the week was, without a doubt, the weekend. He loved Quidditch, but practise required him to wake up early, and it didn't really matter how many years he'd done it for, he was just not made to be up before noon on a regular basis. Which was where Saturday came in. Wonderful, beautiful Saturday. Where there was no practise and he slept half past noon before eating breakfast for lunch. He spent most of the afternoon out and about, getting a few errands done and doing a bit of shopping, and after a quick stop home, decided the perfect way to end the evening was of course with a few drinks at his favorite pub. Mind you, Herb's preference of going to the Golden Snitch, has more to do with his fifty-percent accuracy rate in getting the bartender on duty to serve his drinks for a special discounted price on account of his special place in the owner of the fine establishment's life - that owner being none other than Adrian Pucey. Sadly tonight was not one of those nights, but that hadn't stopped Herb from ordering a second drink. After all, alcohol was alcohol. And, besides. The discount wasn't out of necessity. The drinks just somehow tasted better when he didn't spend that much on them. As it was, Herb was currently lounging at the bar, half turned in the stool to watch the other patrons around him, nursing his glass and contemplating if there was anything else to look forward to in the evening. |