Who: Pepper and Aloysius
Where: Aloysius' flat
When: Tuesday night
Rating: P for Pepper (and making out!)
What: Pepper is drunk and bored and rampantly traversing the journals being an arsehole just isn't as fun as visiting Aloysius.
Status: Complete
The problem with being a functioning alcoholic was that, no matter how functioning you were, you were still an alcoholic. Therefore it wasn't exactly a surprise that Pepper had been sitting in a bar since leaving work, getting steadily tipsier with each successive beer, but with the institution of the curfew it was getting harder to have a decent night out. While he could easily enough flash his badge and hedge his way out of being hassled, most people couldn't, so when the bartender announced five to eight the ambient population of the room sort of... started lacking.
Sighing, he paid up the last of his tab and headed out to the street. Home sounded unappealing right now, but luckily that was what he had long-suffering, endlessly patient friends for - and Aloysius' flat was near enough that he could just stroll over and he should be there by the time he arrived. This was particularly excellent.
He'd timed it well, as the time clicked over to eight as he headed up the Grindylow building, locating Aloysius' door and knocking firmly.