Adrian Pucey (puceyadrian) wrote in changedrpg, @ 2011-12-31 18:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | !date: 1997 - december, adrian pucey, miles bletchley |
Who: Miles Bletchley, Adrian Pucey
When: Saturday evening.
Where: The Leaky Cauldron.
What: Drinks between classmates.
Rating: TBD
Open/Closed: Closed
Adrian had spent three days at home. He'd played the largely dutiful son, had Christmas dinner, and listened to his mother talk about how he should come home more often, and his father's barbed words about Adrian wasting his life, and having no direction.
That had been all he could take, and definitely more than he wanted to stomach. He'd left the day after Christmas and been all too happy to get back to work.
Except work wasn't much of a respite these days. Adrian was well aware that the Department shake ups weren't random, and the names of just who was getting promoted, and who was moving up their watch-lists didn't escape him either. Neither had a few none-too-subtle comments from his father. His father had a Mark on his arm, and Adrian didn't, and Ambrose was none-too-thrilled about it.
Adrian didn't want to take sides, but he wasn't sure he'd get away with staying on the fence forever.
He stopped into the Leaky for a drink, already annoyed at not being able to JUST do his job, and with his father, and with the state of the world in general. He sat at the bar and then recognized the face sitting a ways down from him. "Bletchley," he greeted, nodding toward the empty pint. "Buy you another?" he offered.