Potentially awkward conversations WHO: Millicent Bulstrode and Marcus Flint WHEN: August 22nd, 2005, evening-ish WHERE: Rumours, London WHAT: Drinking, etc. RATING: Low for content, high for language
It only hit Millicent as she sat down that it would possibly be awkward to make Flint meet her at his boyfriend's soon to be ex-wife's new boyfriends club. Even her should've been able to figure that one out, really. She was a bit pre-occupied though.
There was work.
There was figuring out how to slip extra material into the Prophet when nobody else was watching.
There was helping Tracey as much as she could.
And finally there was not pissing more people off than absolutely necessary. This had proved to be the most difficult thing. Half of her friends didn't seem to be talking to each other, and somehow Millicent had taken it upon herself to keep them all together, or, if that wasn't possible, to not make any of them hating her for, well, refusing to hate any of them.
And because she didn't have enough shit to worry about she had taken it upon herself to have drinks with Marcus Flint to figure out if he was okay with the whole Montague-the-boyfriend having been held and questioned although managed to avoid being charged. Preferably without letting on that she knew that they were dating.
She was tired of bullshitting, though, so maybe she wouldn't worry about that. Except that the presence of Tracey made it pretty much a necessity.
Not long before Flint was supposed to show up Millicent swiped a bottle of whisky behind the bar, grabbed a couple of glasses (the bartender eyed her suspiciously, but Tracey gave him a look and he let it pass) and found the quietest part of the club.
"Don't worry," she said as Flint showed up. "I won't make you dance."