"I'll take care of you, no worries, baby brother," Bill said, clasping Ron's shoulder for a moment. "Just let me get us there..." A moment of focus and they were in front of a little bar that looked just about shoehorned into a small space.
It fell under the shadow of Gringotts and it was the obvious choice for anyone leaving work there. There were often goblins there, but Bill never minded, and for the most part the humans and the goblins ignored one another.
"I am lucky," he said once they were there, and he ushered Ron inside, out of the cooler outside. "Come on, mate. Let's get you that ale you wanted." Bill told the barkeep what to get Ron and ordered himself something a little stronger--he could hold his alcohol, though he didn't plan on doing much other than nurse a drink and help out his brother.
"So, how did this break up happen?" he asked once they were settled in an out of the way spot with their drinks.