Miles Bletchley (cau_miles) wrote in causatum_rpg, @ 2008-05-21 05:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | & diagon alley, * may 1999, charles warrington, miles bletchley, ~ complete |
RP: Drowning Sorrows
Date: 20 May 1999
Characters: Miles Bletchley, Charles Warrington
Private/Public: Private
Rating: TBA
Warnings: TBA
Summary: Miles sees the flyers for the 'Pixie' club and is NOT happy. He runs into Warrington, who is NOT happy too.
It seemed that fate wanted to play cruelly with Miles today, as he had nothing but a bad day since waking up with more than just a hangover. Whatever he'd done the night before wasn't responding well to the usual hangover potions. That would teach him for taking strange Muggle drugs just to get into the trousers of some Muggle who looked like Adonis, and was hung like a horse.
Not that he remembered much about him either, but he was stalking back home (why he stayed out all night was another of his mysteries - didn't he usually go home?) when he spotted the flyers all over Diagon Alley.
If his temper had flown when he had his own club proposal cut short, it was nothing to the rage he felt now. So someone else got their club - Stubby fucking Boardman no less. Mudblood lover. Now he truly knew there was no point in opening his club, even if this place looked kitsch and rather... crass.
He couldn't face going home just yet, he needed to seethe, and destroy something that wasn't one of his own priceless heirlooms. Stepping into the Leaky Cauldron, he forgot his own distaste for their 'selection' of drinks, and ordered a martini.
It wasn't until he had his drink that he turned from the corner of the bar, seeing a familiar face in a corner booth. He looked as unhappy as he was. "Mind if we sulk together?" he said to Charles as he slid into the opposite seat at the booth.
"You as pissed off as I am?"