Characters: Albus and Scorpius Date: July 3rd Location: White Horse Private/Public: Private Rating: TBA Summary: A little pool shooting and music listening, fun fun fun.
I've got to say what I got to say and then I swear I'll go away but I can't promise you'll enjoy the noise.
It was the weekend, which meant? No work so Albus did his routine. He woke up around noon, laid in bed until one just staring at the ceiling before getting up and slipping on some jogging pants so he could be halfway suitable to take Bandit out to do her business before he came back in to do his business. Of course, upon entering the front room where the front door was, he was a bit confused as to why it was hung wide open and not closed and locked, but then decided he did it. He had barely made it home the night before, he must have forgotten to close it and lock up. On a more positive note, that recklessness was so worth it. He had fun hanging with friends so you got to take the bad along with the good. After a shower, he got dressed. Not really even bothering to shave, Albus then made his way to the kitchen to feed Bandit, grabbed a cold slice of pizza from last nights dinner and consumed it for breakfast.
He picked up the phone, dialed Shay's number only to get her voice mail, caught a bit of muggle news... Yeah see the blackout really didn't bother him as it did other people. Albus lived amongst muggles. Albus had muggle utilities. He had the muggle internet ALONG with the MagiTech. He got that to better keep in touch with everyone. He also had a mobile through them which that would have sucked a bit if the blackout had lasted longer than what it had, but it didn't and that was really the important thing.
Once he was finished at home, he left the house and went to the White Horse. It was the weekend, he had absolutely nothing to do. Couldn't get a hold of his girlfriend so he wanted to shoot some pool.
"I can feel the blood, flowing through my veins, spilling on my soul and now the hunger's getting bigger. Come a little closer now, pretentious whore and pull my trigger. Free the violence that is building in me I say now end of the ride, murder suicide is how I've been feelin' lately." Albus sung to himself as the song he chose played through a jute box, a more modern one, filling the air around him.
He took a step back, his eyes keeping an intensive gaze on the pool table in front of him. He leaned on the pool stick as he took in the balls and deciding which one he could hit that would benefit him the most.
Figuring out what he wanted to do, Albus leaned back down and positioned the stick just right, his eye squinting, still singing along with the music blasting. "Come a little closer my pretentious whore I'm living with a feeling that i can't ignore and the need to get psycho is not a question to me..." He sung to himself but right when he took the shot, someone opened the door to the pub and the bright light shined right into his eye. Ending result? A horrible shot.
Albus stood up, his hand wiping his eyes.
"Shite, what time is it?" He asked the bartender, moving his hand down to grab the bottle of beer next to him to hear it was only three. "Damn alcoholics." After a swig, he sat it down and went back to his game. "Hit eight, will you?" Albus called out to hear a sure from the bartender and soon, a new song filled the air.
He made another shot and this one, unlike the first, was actually good. Three balls flew into the holes. He got up, taking a swig from his drink and lit a cigarette before collecting his bottle and ashtray and moving over to where the cue ball rested so he could continue playing.
He bent back down after setting his cigarette in the ashtray and blowing out the smoke, stick in hand until he felt someone approach him from behind. "If you want to play," Albus said without turning. "The first round is on you and in turn, I'll go easy on you. If you're not interested, find another table."