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Marcus Flint (marcedflint) wrote in finnigans_rpg, @ 2014-08-28 23:03:00

Who: Marcus and Blaise
What: Friends drinking
Where: Finnegan's
When: August 28, 2004; early evening
Rating: TBD - Currently SFW, but may change.

Marcus still found it a little strange that he spent so much of his free time in a bar, given that his own drinking habits tended to be 'little to none'. But it was the atmosphere and the social environment that kept bringing him back, rather than the alcohol, and when Blaise had asked for company tonight, there had been absolutely no reason not to join.

So once practice had ended for the day, he'd headed out rather than just staying home. He walked from his apartment, rather than taking any magical means, because even now it was a wonder to have the freedom to do. The ability to put one foot in front of the other that took him to a destination of his choosing that wasn't another wall, and to breath in clean, fresh air while he did so was no longer a novelty, but still not something to be taken for granted. It may have taken him a little longer than it would have otherwise, but his enjoyment in the action far outweighed the few extra minutes it took to navigate his way through Diagon and Monument Alleys to get to the pub.

Stepping inside, Marcus moved out of the way of the door and stood still for a moment, giving his eyes a chance to adjust to the difference in the lighting before looking around for the familiar face of his friend. Not seeing the other man anywhere, he made his away further into the room, claiming a table for four along one of the walls. He sat down to wait for Blaise and whomever else might be joining them, consciously choosing a seat with his back to the wall so that he was less likely to be sneaked up on, just one of the quirks he hadn't quite been able to rid himself of since the war.