"When did you ever need to impress anyone?" he asks, just a shade too hotly, and realizes at once that maybe going somewhere else for the express purpose of drinking more alcohol is a bad idea. In line with this realization, he adds in a much more normal voice, "Well, after 1975, obviously." Implying that Bellatrix wasn't choosy would be at least two entirely different kinds of stupid.
He shrugs. "I haven't done much sampling of the nightlife." Or any. "Know anywhere reasonably clean and quiet with a board?"
"I've always found it a cooperative spell," he shrugs. "Thankfully; new equipment every year was not in my budget. Not even new jars of cheap slimy things."
Email's still awkward... But ok, if there isn't a good time to get online. :) Sure, am happy to discuss that, too, although Xel says WARD OF DOOM, PEOPLE, ARGH. ;)