All he wanted to do was grab a pint and maybe have a few shots and then head home. Jake grumbled internally at the amount of people in the Leaky. Didn't they have anywhere else to go to tonight?
But, he didn't want to go to Eros and deal with a bunch of witches trying to pull him onto the dance floor, or be groped by older wizards who were going through their mid-age crisis. Sometimes he wondered if Marcus Flint knew how much of a meat market that place got on a Saturday evening.
Jake glared at someone who bumped into his back as he shuffled away from the packed bar with a pint in his hand. The ale in his mug slopped messily onto his hand and to the floor and he swore loudly. He walked further away from the bar, trying to get more distance from the crowd.
"This seat taken? Fucker made me spill my drink," Jake said, not looking up as he shook his hand that had gotten wet.