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Blaise Selwyn Zabini (dark_blaise) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

If you had asked Blaise in his formative years if he would have been a regular at a pub the answer would have been no. Pubs were typically full of sleazy people who had nothing better to do with their time than drink. However, time had taught Blaise that is was definitely more pathetic to drink at home alone than it was to head out with or in search of companions.

When he arrived at Finnigan's Blaise immediately ordered two drinks and made his way up to the roost. He was compelled to take a look around and was glad he'd finished the first glass by the time he entered the room as he hadn't been expecting any activity. Then again the only time he was ever up here was the occasional Tuesday. Blaise placed the now empty glass at the first table he passed before leaning against the wall and nursing the other while he watched the match that was playing out before him.

When he finished his drink he watched until a winner was declared before heading downstairs. He walked straight to the bar and ordered another round and placed enough galleons on the bar to keep the next four coming. Blaise had meant it when he said he was going to drink until it was impossible to think tonight. He turned and leaned against the bar as he came close to finishing off his third and spotted Marcus across the bar at a table. Placing the now empty glass on the bar he took up his fourth and instructed for the others to be sent one at a time to the table. After all, he wasn't planning on actually getting up.

"Marcus," he said without expanding on their interaction as he took a seat.