tabitha pryce is a cougar. (savaged) wrote in blurred_lines, @ 2009-07-13 23:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! [1980-07] july, amycus carrow, marius lestrange, tabitha pryce |
Who: Amycus Carrow, Tabitha Pryce, & Marius Lestrange.
What: In which Amycus and Tabitha have disgusting habits, and Marius is unamused.
When: 13 July 1980, at night.
Where: The Hand and Flower pub in Richmond, London.
Status: Complete. Play Blur's "Song 2" on loop while reading this.
Rating: R!
For all that he was a fullblooded wizard during purist work, Amycus was well familiar with the set up of Muggle bars. He'd been broken in from a rambunctious boy to an even more rambunctious brawler by his sister -- and later, he and Emory had put each other through their hotheaded, drunken paces -- in such seedy places, where the air was made stale by old beer and vomit. He fucking loved it: it was comfortable, and when there was a woman with violence written into every inch of her by his side, it was almost like coming home. "--keep 'em coming." The comment was directed at the bartender before he scooped up the two pint glasses that were already in place before him and made his way back to where he'd left Tabitha. After contacting her to tell her that he was practically itching for an excuse to get out and get as drunk as raging fuck, he'd apparated and collected her from the campsite (the memories that place held!) and let her direct him to a bar of her choice. And so far, he was loving it. "Here." The glass clinked heavily with the surface of the counter. How long had it been since she'd actually spent time in a bar? Most days the drinks she'd had were stolen and brought back to camp, which was all well and good, but there was something about the atmosphere of a bar that made alcohol that much more enjoyable -- but hell, any change of scenery was more enjoyable than the camp these days. She couldn't even remember how long she'd been living there now, and for as long as she'd been a werewolf, she couldn't remember staying in one place for more than a month at a time, either. Sneaking off to do things like this took the edge off the restless that ate away at her every day that passed. So it was only natural that the invitation from Amycus was one she couldn't pass up. "Cheers!" she said, pulling the glass toward her. "So what have they got you doing now that you're out?" Amycus dropped himself onto his seat, immediately lifting his own glass to his lips and taking a hearty tug of the drink within before even thinking about answering Tabitha's question. One satisfied swallow and smacking of lips later, he was rolling his shoulders in an easy, careless shrug. "Dunno. Don't care. Guess I'll get me one of those tats that everyone else has, on their arm, yeah?" He chuckled at the thought. "Fancy me being back in the fold. Fuckin' officially. I s'pose I'll get lots of training--" a twitch of the first two fingers of his free hand created the air quotations that could only accompany his tone. Tabitha helped herself to her own drink as Amycus spoke, a long pull from her glass that required her to swallow a couple times before she set the drink back down, and she used the side of her hand to wipe across her lips. "Hey, training can be fun. I guess it could be pretty boring if you've got to work with the old guys, though. Oh!" she exclaimed, a thought suddenly occurring to her. "You should train with me. I'm working with a few other people," she said with a dismissive wave of her free hand, "but I've got plenty of time still, and it'd be more fun. How about it?" Over the rim of his glass, Amycus eyed her, one hand coming up to push lanky strands of hair away from his face as he considered the suggestion. It sounded like it could be bloody good fun, but... "What few other people?" he asked, unable to suppress that suspicious curiosity to always know just who he might be dealing with. "Well, on Sundays I meet with Gaius, and on Wednesdays I meet with Mr Avery -- the old one, not the young one -- and sometimes I meet with Walden. Actually, I don't think that Gaius likes it all that much," she said, pausing to take another sip of her drink. "Ever since I tackled him this one time, I thought he was trying to cop a feel, but he pretty much flipped out. I almost felt offended. He's been awkward about it ever since --" Tabitha leaned over toward Amycus and lowered her voice to a stage whisper "-- I think he might be gay." ... and it was strange, hearing the names of fellow Death Eaters spoken of so freely, lacking the varying notes of hatred and anger that could be heard in the voices of the Albion soldiers. But this was neither the time nor place to reflect on such, not when that beer of his was already downed in its entirety, both it and the atmosphere of the place getting to his head. "That," he said instead with a low, breathless laugh, "is 'cos he's Gayus. You can always tell with those, y'know? But yeah, sounds like fun -- the only flipping I'd do is flipping you over." She snorted with amusement, and noticing Amycus had already finished his drink she took a moment to polish off her own, tipping her head back along with the glass until it was empty. "Bollocks," she said, and once the glass was back on the counter she leaned back to eye him, sizing him up with a grin. "We'll see about that. I'll have you flat on your back before you can get me on mine." "Colour me unsurprised," was his quipped answer as the second round was delivered. "I know from experience you like to be on top. But I'll take you up on that challenge, since I'm not playing a big faking game like that day when I let you... you know. " He wiggled his fingers at her. "Well, so long as I don't end up having to fake anything." She was practically leering at him, enjoying the attention -- for a wizard, he wasn't very different from most of the werewolves she's met, and so she didn't find herself worrying about what she said or did around him. She didn't understand how someone like him and Alecto could've fallen in with the other stuffy purists, but it didn't really matter to her. Right now, there were far more pressing matters, such as the fact that she didn't think she was getting drunk fast enough. "Do you know what I think we need? Shots." A grin flashed across his features at the suggestion. "Shots," he agreed, gesturing at the bartender. "OI, mate. You heard the lady. Shots if you please -- your strongest shite, just sock 'em to us." Tabitha's fingers were curling around the small glass as soon as the bartender finished pouring their shots, and she clinked her glass against Amycus' shot -- "cheers again!" -- and tipped the glass back in one swallow. Her shoulders hunched up in a shiver as the liquid burned down her throat. Much better. "God, that's good." He'd barely gotten his hand around the glass when Tabitha downed her portion, and for a split second, he was left blinking at her in surprise. Then he remembered: this was Tabitha. Chortling through his nose, he raised his glass in a return toast, then practically inhaled its contents. "Aaaaaah--" came the wheeze; he rolled his head forward and shook it, then glanced up at her with a widening smile. "Another?" She hummed in agreement, setting the glass down and pushing her hair back to tuck behind her ears. "Of course, another! I can still stand up on my own, and that --" she punctuated the comment with a poke to his chest with a finger "-- is not how I want to leave the bar tonight." She waved the bartender down to refill their glasses, and the next shot went down as quickly as the last, the warmth from the alcohol bringing a flush to her cheeks. She turned the glass over, placing it upside down on the counter, looked at Amycus expectantly and then it was her turn to ask: "More?" "Bloody hell, yeah." He downed the second, reached for the third, and when it was halfway up to his lips, he said, "To Gayus!" Down the alcohol went, burning its way as it slid down his throat, reaching blindly for the fourth shot after pushing the now empty glass aside. Tabitha laughed, nearly spilling her third shot before it reached her lips, but she still managed to get most of it down in the end. As she lifted her fourth shot, she said, "To all the society bitches, and the high horses they ride in on." And the fourth shot was gone, glass down on the counter again as she grabbed the fifth. She could feel the alcohol going to her head now, a pleasant buzz that warmed her up and made her feel light and happy. "May they take it up the arse like the rest of us common folk." Fourth shot: gone. Amycus reached for his fifth and began his toast, each word that sprang from him practically tripping over the previous one. "To every upset look on the faces of the Albion munters when I sold them out, ha HA--!" She'd already begun to finish her fifth before adding on to the previous toast: "May every one of 'em get their bones picked clean," she said, licking her lips as she picked up another. "Mmm -- how about, to Marlene McKinnon, and all the tears and blood she's shed just for me." Tabitha was smiling to herself as she tipped the sixth shot back, putting the empty glass back down onto the counter a little too hard. It was a pity she was gone. Now she needed to find a new toy. The edge of the counter was gripped a little too tightly as he reached for his next shot. "Jus' for you? That's very nice of her. To..." A squint was directed at his fresh glass. "To Rolol-- Rodolol... to that giant fucker Lestrange, who is ace an' feeds me well." And with that down, he all but slammed the glass back onto the counter, laughing at how his words were so slurred and how he was suddenly losing his balance so that he had to grab on to Tabitha's shoulder. "Hey! Careful there, fuckin' lightweight." But Tabitha was laughing too, even though she wasn't quite sure why, grabbing onto the counter so she didn't slip out of her chair when Amycus grabbed her shoulder for support. She knocked over one of the remaining shots with her hand, tipping the glass over so it spilled across the counter. "That one was one of yours," she grinned, and with one hand still gripping Amycus' elbow as she tried to keep him upright she leaned against the counter with her other arm, lifting another shot to her mouth but forgoing the toast altogether. "Really? Shit." Without shrugging off her hold on him, Amycus hunkered down so that his eyes were on level with the counter, narrowed in consideration as he saw the spillage. "Well, we ain't wasting what we're payin' for," he slurred, and pushed himself forward, dragging his mouth across the surface and sucking loudly. "--there!" he exclaimed when he was satisfied, his hand already falling heavily around another awaiting glass. She was laughing again, leaning back a little to give Amycus room, and when he began reaching for another glass Tabitha tried to push one into his reaching hand. "Drink up!" she said, words becoming just as slurred as his were, and she peered blearily down at the glasses that were still full. "... I can't tell how many we've got left," she said, somehow feeling it wasn't enough (but nothing was ever enough for her), but she carefully picked up another against her better judgement, swallowing the shot down. "God, we didn' even try any tequila... I think I'm drunk." "S'like a sea of drinking." He lifted the glass she'd handed to him to his lips and tipped it back, lip curling up in a grimace as he felt the alcohol go down. "Merlin's cock," he muttered, squeezing his eyes shut. This... this was by far the drunkest he'd been in a long time, and there really was only one thing besides drinking more that he wanted to do in this state. "Hey, Tabs..." He gave her arm a nudge (except it was more of a sloppily delivered punch). "Bathroom?" "Bathroom?" she repeated, confused at the question. She was too busy trying to decide if she should drink more -- or if she could even lift another glass up successfully to drink more -- to understand what he was asking, but Tabitha turned her focus (or lack thereof) away from the counter to look at Amycus for clarification. "I don't gotta go," she said. "No..." His clenched fist on her arm loosened and opened so that he could wrap his fingers around the crook of her elbow. "Not for that." "Oh --" the realisation struck her quickly, and she narrowed her eyes at him as she considered; with Amycus? But he was so much like her, and as her alcohol-addled thoughts lingered on the suggestion she pinched a corner of her lower lip between her teeth, and nodded. "Fuck, okay, let's go --" and Tabitha was already sliding off her seat, holding onto his arm so as not to fall over as she tried to regain her balance on her feet. "Where --?" her eyes darted around the smoke-filled room to locate the dim, flickering light indicating the entrance to the bathrooms, and she looked back at Amycus and tugged at his arm to lead the way. It felt like Tabitha was half dragging him, but he tightened his grip on her arm anyway, using her unsteadiness to steady himself as best as he could. "...there," came the return grunt, and he reached out to shove the door out of their way. They all but fell into the nearest stall, and he kicked out with his foot to close that door as he reached for her jaw and smashed his mouth to hers, his aim blind at best. Tabitha might have protested at their location if she'd been sober, but as it were, she'd already agreed to go with him, and now she found herself in a bathroom stall that was barely closed shut, the door halfway open after the halfhearted attempt Amycus had made to close it, and all she could taste and smell was alcohol and cigarettes and the man who was kissing her (if 'kiss' was even the appropriate word to describe the lewd act they were engaging in). One hand reached out in another poor attempt to push the stall door shut, and the other was gripping his arm, sharp nails pressing against his skin as she kissed him back, sloppy and demanding. This time, there were no fingers to break, no all-important mission to adhere to; there was only Tabitha, and she seemed eager enough from the way she was pushing against him and clawing at him. How much they would remember of this, well, only tomorrow's hang-over would tell, but now Amycus was as eager as she was. He pushed her back into the stall's wall -- causing it to creak ominously under the combined force of two straining bodies -- kissing her back with as much clumsy hunger as she was. The push against the stall's wall only served to spur Tabitha on, and she bit down as soon as the opportunity to catch Amycus' lip between her teeth presented itself (and there was a hungry, savage growl rumbling in her chest as she the felt soft flesh with her tongue), releasing him only just before breaking the skin -- and then she was shoving him back, pushing him forcefully down to sit on the toilet before stepping back herself with a single, slurred order: "Take 'em off." A metallic click as his belt was unbuckled signalled his hurried obedience. "C'mere," he mumbled roughly a moment later, throwing an arm out and grabbing her leg in order to drag her closer. She slid her trousers down over her hips, only bothering to free one of her feet from her jeans while she waited for him to oblige, and at the tug on her leg she moved closer to him, a leg on each side of Amycus before she sat herself down on his lap, fingers in his hair, gripping tightly as she pulled his head back to crush her mouth against his again. As Tabitha worked on flinging off at least one side of her trousers, Amycus found himself almost twitching with impatient eagerness, so much so that when she roughly slid herself onto him, he had already risen to meet her halfway. With Tabitha's own forcefulness driving her forward, they were suddenly not so much as kissing as bumping lips, and he growled in surprised frustration as she drove him back down again, his arm wrapping around her waist and fisting into the material of her shirt. Tabitha gave up on kissing him, releasing his hair, and her hands found leverage on Amycus' shoulders instead. Without anything else to occupy her mouth she was gasping strings of curses and rough, snarled demands, claws dragging over his shoulders and back, catching on the fabric of his shirt. It was rough and impersonal -- just the way she wanted it. He didn't make her feel special or owned in the frightening way that Marius sometimes did, and she clung to that as if it could validate everything she was doing. Even at the end -- out of breath, a shiver down her spine, a hummed sigh of lethargic contentment -- she didn't wait long before she was placing a hand on the wall to help herself stand up. The lazy smile on her face quickly turned into a look of surprise as her legs nearly gave out beneath her, grabbing onto the toilet paper roll holder to keep herself from falling over completely. "Shit," she laughed, "stood up a bit too soon." His own low and throaty laughter had accompanied Tabitha's guttural snarls. He had held her tightly, fingers twisting and pinching and grabbing flesh and fabric alike as they'd moved in total asynchrony, alcohol and unadulterated physical need driving them on. It was dirty, it was fun, and he would have a crippling hangover and the scratches left from her talons, and fucking Circe, he needed this after the year he'd had. When they were done, he was still chuckling, a whoop of amusement escaping him as Tabitha stumbled. "I think you need more drink," he told her, grabbing the back of her shirt, both to steady her and to haul himself up, fumbling with the buttons of his trousers and the stupid contraption that was his belt with his other hand. "I think I do, too," she agreed against her better judgement, and she placed a hand on the wall to brace herself when Amycus used her to pull himself up. Once she trusted herself enough to bend down without falling over, Tabitha pulled her trousers back up, refastening the buttons. A glance to the floor and she spotted the small journal Marius had given her had fallen out of her pocket at some point, and she crouched back down to retrieve it. "Having a little trouble there?" she grinned, batting Amycus' hands away and shoving the journal back into her pocket, and she did up the buttons on his trousers for him before fastening his belt (which required a lot more concentration). "C'mon," she said, opening the stall door and leading the way again, back to the first two free seats at the bar she could find. "I wanna invite a friend to join us for drinks. Three's company, yeah?" She pulled out the small journal again and sat down to ask the bartender for a pen, taking a couple minutes to convince Marius to come out and join them. At this point, Amycus was nodding along to anything Tabitha said, dazed in equal parts by the laze that came after even the clumsiest, drunkest sex, and the effects of the alcohol itself. "I hope your friend has nice tits," he told her, emphasising the last two words with two pounds of his hand against her arm. As she pulled out the little book and began to write in it -- shite, that must've been a strange sight to any Muggles who were sober enough to notice -- he moved his arm in a great wave, gesturing at the bartender. "Peanuts please," he said in a loud garble. "And more... more... fuck, beer, let's stick with that. Beer and peanuts!" And he grinned, nodded emphatically, then let his head droop against Tabitha's shoulder. Tabitha couldn't hold back a snort of amusement at the comment. "My friend's got a lot of nice things, but nothin' you'd be interested in," she muttered, grinning into her fresh glass of beer before she tipped it back to take a sip. She slipped the journal back into her pocket and looked apprehensively at the bowl of peanuts as it was pushed in front of them, eating a few because she was hungry, but the taste was wholly unsatisfying. She wanted red, bloody meat, and while she leaned toward Amycus slightly so he wouldn't slide right out of his chair, her eyes drifted around the bar at everyone else. Perhaps she could convince some poor, lonely soul to take her home -- someone no one would miss once they disappeared. Marius hadn't been impressed with Tabitha's journal scrawlings or her choice of location, but she had asked and he had no real reason to say no. He found the pub with little trouble and entered it, only to be half sickened by the stench of muggles, smoke and cheap beer. There was nothing like this in the whole of France and he had half a mind to burn this place down the instant he removed Tabitha. He spotted her and crossed the room to the bar, only noticing at the last second that he recognised the man with her. Amycus Carrow, the one who Iago had said saved him. "You should not be here," he said to Amycus, disapproval in his voice. This wasn't a place for Death Eaters to be hanging out and his father would likely have his head if he found him in a muggle pub. "You look comfortable," he added to Tabitha, sounding slightly more indulgent with her. He moved between the two of them, turning his back on Amycus entirely. "Let me take you to your flat," he said quietly, wanting to keep that between the two of them. "Marius!" Tabitha called out his name cheerfully when she saw him approach, missing any telling tones in his voice. "Oh, don't be a fucking party pooper. No one'll find us here. Stay a while!" She turned around in her chair to face him, reaching out to grab his hips and pull him closer to her. "I didn't ask you to come here for a shag. You should stay and have a few drinks with us! It'll be fun, I promise. You can take me to my flat later." She was leering at him by this point, and while Marius may have been attempting to keep his voice down, Tabitha had no such constraint. "You--" a peanut was aimed at a point between Marius' shoulders; "ain't the boss of me." Amycus was hardly in the right state of mind to tell Marius that he knew how to handle himself in Muggle shitholes like this, and so he satisfied himself with another mouthful of the salty pellets as the young Death Eater was manhandled by Tabitha. At the word 'shag,' a loud "HA!" escaped him. He flicked another peanut -- this one rebounded off the pint the bartender had set in front of Tabitha. "Oi, Marius. Get a drink and sit down, cos I can't see." Marius wasn't in a good mood to begin with and between Tabitha's insinuations (noisy ones at that) and the peanuts flicking across his back, Marius's temper snapped. He turned quickly, his hand in a fist as he swung at Amycus's face as hard as he could. He'd deal with Tabitha in a second. He said not a word before turning back to his werewolf friend. "Tabitha, do you not remember what happened to Conrad? There were pictures," he said. "That is something I can not risk. Come with me." It was demand, not a request. If he had to he'd journal to Gaius. He had responsibilities. Well, that was a pick-me-up Amycus hadn't asked for. The side of his face stung from the impact of the blow -- there would be a spectacular shiner there come morning and sobriety -- and yet he was too intoxicated by the combination of alcohol and the memory of Tabitha on his lap to be anything other than fucking jolly about the turn of events. And so, even though he was now sprawled on the sticky floor, he was still chortling. "G'job, Pryce, your friend is wreckin' the party," he laughed. Shoving himself back onto his (unsteady) feet, he gestured at the bartender, signifying that everything was okay. Tabitha was on her feet the instant Amycus was on the ground, and she shoved Marius' shoulder when he started to scold her, nearly falling over herself, grabbing onto the bar stool to keep her balance. "Don't be such a fucking prick! I'm not out here with someone I don't know. I didn't announce to anyone else where I was going. We're not stupid," she snarled, angrier that Marius had the nerve to tell her what to do more than being angry at him for punching her friend. "Sorry, Amycus. I didn't realise he was coming here to be an asshole --" and she was furious and reckless and just wanted to make Marius angry, so she continued, "-- but I guess it's a good thing no one had a camera on us earlier! I'd hate to get caught with my pants down." Marius didn't miss her statement and if he was angry before he was angrier now, and though Amycus was back on his feet again Marius tackled him this time, knocking them both to the floor. Muggles rushed them all at once, shouting, and Marius had half a mind to pull his wand and kill them all, but for now it was sufficient to punch Amycus again, hoping to knock some sense and propriety into his thick skull. That Tabitha was angry with him, Marius would deal with later. That's what bracelets were for. Blood had been drawn -- Amycus could taste it in his mouth and knew that the sudden sting in his lip meant that Marius' second blow had split it entirely. "Fuckin' idiot," he wheezed, grabbing hold of the other man's collar and giving it a good twist. "Wanna fight? Outside, then, since you've just gotten us kicked out." And then he shoved him away, shrugging off any helpful Muggles as he rolled to his side and rose unsteadily to his feet. "You try to be a nice guy," he muttered under his breath, sending Tabitha a look and shaking his head as he grabbed the counter-top for balance. Only an idiot would drunkenly fight someone larger and sober. But Marius had no doubts that Carrow was an idiot. He reminded him of all the Gryffindors he had grown to despise and once again thanked the deities that he had not attended Hogwarts with these cretins. Muggles were escorting them out and Marius wrenched his arm away from them. "Do not touch me," he warned in a low voice that cause two of the muggles to back off. A third steered him out the door. Marius had been hoping that the muggles would dissapate so that they could use wands, but since they seemed to be milling around in hopes of a fight, Marius assumed that this would be no duel. And since this was not a duel, there were no rules, and before they'd even made it into the street Marius threw yet another punch at Amycus. Tabitha pushed her way through the crowd to follow Marius and Amycus outside, only to notice that Marius was clenching a fist again as soon as she walked out the door. She lunged for him, grabbing for Marius' arm to try and hold him back from throwing another punch. "Cut it out," she snarled at both of them -- why did this feel like a recurring problem when Amycus was around? The last time she'd seen him she had to stop Fenrir from killing him, and now this. Amycus had barely listened to his sister's bossing around, and so Tabitha snarling at him now registered as less than a blip on his radar. He was both grateful and disappointed that she'd caught Marius' flyaway punch, because now they were outside (forget the goddamned crowd -- they couldn't be thrown out here for engaging in some messy fisticuffs). Marius was a giant compared to him, but Amycus had never lacked for confidence in the strength, often twitchy though it may be, of his own burly build. Now, brushing Tabitha off with a, "Wait!" he swung behind Marius and grabbed him in a headlock, his other hand curling into a fist that was then pummelled into the side of his ribcage. Marius was annoyed that Tabitha would try and stop things when she'd started them. He jerked his arm away from her roughly but it was too late as Amycus was around behind him, pulling him into a headlock and then punching his side. Marius threw an elbow into Amycus's groin, which happened to be the handiest area he could reach and then tumbled forward, landing on Amycus to cushion his fall and began throwing punches of his own. Muggles were shouting, but no one was interfering, and Marius pulled out of the headlock to the degree that he could to punch Amycus as hard as he was able in the jaw. The elbow to the balls had him seeing white, and then stars flew into his vision as the ground came up to slam against him, the pavement meeting the back of his head with a dull crack. For a moment he lay as though one stunned, completely incapacitated as Marius unleashed the second volley of fists -- and then, lashing out with his hands and closing them around his neck (and squeezing, but to keep him pinned there, not to suffocate), he yanked his leg in and up again, driving his knee into the softness of his belly. And kicked him again. And again before he hauled him off. Tabitha backed off as soon as Amycus had brushed her off, still standing close but just far enough to be out of the way. Well, if that's what they wanted -- and she crossed her arms over her chest to wait for them to get the fight out of their systems. Marius was surprised that Amycus fought back with so much force but he admired that. He didn't admire it enough to stop, but it was impressive none-the-less. In school Marius had constantly been in trouble for fighting and it was exhilarating to once again be doing something physical. The knee to his stomach had him rolling to his side, and then several more kicks, each knocking the air out of him but not enough to incapacitate him. Amycus had hauled him off of him, but Marius swept out for his leg, knocking them together again and straddling his waist. He held Amycus's head in place with a fist full of hair as he punched him twice. He honestly couldn't even remember why they were fighting. Something to do with Tabitha. He rolled off of Amycus and gave him a half-hearted push. He paused to catch his breath, all his anger gone. And just as half-heartedly (although in his case, this was probably more due to the alcohol that made him sluggish than any actual desire to stop fighting), Amycus shoved him back, driving the flat surface of his balled-up fingers into the muscle of Marius' arm before letting his hand fall to the ground with a thump. He hadn't the foggiest clue why they'd been beating each other up, for Marius had arrived, and then Marius had punched -- but that it'd happened didn't sit all too badly with him. A brawl was a brawl -- and he was a Carrow, for fuck's sake. He loved brawls. He sucked in a breath, then coughed. ".... still think you need a drink." Were they done? Tabitha had sat down (at least, she's pretty sure she didn't fall down) on the sidewalk at some point, back against the wall of the bar they'd just been kicked out of, her chin resting on her knees as she folded her legs up to wrap her arms around them. Well -- at least no one got killed or appeared to have any broken bones. It would be disappointing to leave now because someone had to go home and get healed. "Well, I don't know about you guys but if we're going to fight more we outta find some muggles who won't be missed, if you know what I mean. All that drinking's got me hungry and peanuts ain't cutting it. If not, then I guess we should find someplace else to drink since I don't think they'll be letting us back in here," she said, with a nod of her head toward the door. Tabitha wanted to stand back up, but she was spending far too much time thinking about standing and trying to figure out if she could to make any progress getting back up to her feet. Marius let out a long sigh because he knew this was a bad idea but a drink was sounding good now. He was hot, and dirty from the ground, but it would only help him to blend in with the muggles. He was on his feet with not much effort and he extended a hand to Amycus first, not giving him a choice as he helped him to his feet. It was the least he could do for sucker punching him several times. And then he stood behind Tabitha to help her up in a more lady like way. He'd be damned if he contributed to her delinquency any more than he had to. "I do not suppose one drink would hurt-- or one drunk," he said, in response to Tabitha's statement. "If it is kept strictly between us." Despite Marius' efforts, Tabitha wasn't capable of doing anything lady like with so much alcohol in her system. Getting up had been difficult even with the offered help, but it was easier to stay up once she was actually standing. "I want to do both." Her voice came out sounding as if she were half whining, and half demanding what they should do next. One hand was holding onto the fabric of the front of Marius' shirt to keep herself balanced -- damn, she wished she hadn't had so much to drink, but it was too late now. May as well keep going. After Marius helped him to his feet, Amycus had staggered over by several steps so that he could lean his weight against a lamppost. "So let's do both," he said, lowering the sleeve he'd pressed to his lip in hopes of staunching the bleeding. "Night's young! We can find a pretty little thing, do shots off 'er belly and then..." There was a leer in his voice. "You can have her belly." Shots off her belly? Marius shuddered. He was no more going to drink off the skin of a muggle then he would lick the ground. But now that he knew Amycus and Tabitha were out here it was his responsibility to see that they didn't do anything too stupid. There were several pubs along this same road and he nudged Tabitha's hand away from holding on to him so he could put his arm around her waist to guide her along with him. "You too, Carrow," Marius said with a slight smirk. "The pub on the end seemed to have an ample amount of dodgy looking young women wearing less than could ever be prudent. I have no doubt it is just your thing," he said, starting down the road with Tabby and letting Amycus make his own way. |