Who: Kevin and OPEN, NPC(Joseph, his brother) for a bit. What: Drinking. Where: Muggle Pub in London. When: Tuesday Night. Rating: Low for now.
"Joey, has anyone ever told you that you drink like a girl?"
Joseph Entwhistle laughed and tossed back his final sip of whiskey. He wasn't about to leave his little brother here all by his lonesome, though he really did have to get going. Unlike his little brother though, Joseph couldn't appear at will back in their flat nor did he carry around a piece of wood that could potentially kill if given the right conditions. Anyway, hitching a ride with his mates seemed like a good way to sober up before going to bed. He did have to be up early the next morning for work.
Once Kevin said his goodbyes to his brother, he remained seated at the bar. It wasn't often that he walked into Muggle Pubs, though he tended to go along with his brother whenever he got the idea in his head to go get pissed drunk. Kevin had half a mind to suggest he get himself a girlfriend or a nice hobby, but then, he liked having the flat to come back to after his long weeks and months away from home. He was glad that the federation seemed to be going easy on him lately and letting him stay close to home for some time. He was beginning to miss his family and friends. The Ministry? Not so much.
With a sigh, Kevin ordered another drink. His fingers wrapped around the cool glass of the liquid, and just as he was about to toss it back, something odd caught his eye. He couldn't exactly say what it was, though he was certain (as he'd seen quite enough of it in his life to detect it) that it was magic. Slowly, placing his glass down, Kevin tilted his head to get a better look. His hand moved down to his side to where he usually kept his wand concealed just in case. These were dangerous times, and he never knew when he was going to have to pull it out and use it. Though what unnerved him most was the one question: why on earth was magic going on in a Muggle pub?