Fred smirked. "Perhaps Wednesday then? If we don't want to offend any of the other people of the good book, it'd be a good choice. It's known as Hump Day for a reason."
He ran a hand through his hair. "Don't know what tomorrow will bring. Don't rightly care at the moment. But I'm here, with a pint, talking to you."
Nodded at the bartender who refilled his glass, he shrugged. "May second, 1998. Rocks fell. I died." Taking a sip, he let his smirk grew. "It sounds almost comical when I say it, but honestly, a fucking rock wall taking a Weasley Twin out. Pathetic." Why yes, he was still a little bitter about that.
"So. Do you sodomize the altar boys yourself, or does someone do that for you?"