Blaise Selwyn Zabini (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} dark_blaise) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg,@ 2015-09-05 18:56:00 |
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What: Drinking at Finnigan's
Where: He's sitting at the main bar to begin with
When: Saturday evening
Rating: TBD based on whom he encounters
Blaise's fuse had been short at work this week. So short in fact that he'd destroyed the only working prototype of a stone that reset itself to it's launch position if it came to a stop without contact because it had come in contact with one of the traditional squirting stones. He'd not really had a chance to discuss what he'd learned just a week ago and it had eaten at him all week. It hadn't helped when one of the men in the department came in showing off pictures of his new granddaughter and bragging about how proud his son had made him. Talk about two daggers in one fell swoop. Of course the man hadn't known but that hadn't kept Blaise from going on the defensive and snapping that not everyone wanted to hear about the man's unplaced pride while forcing people to look at pictures of an ugly baby.
As a result he'd drained himself completely both emotional and physically throughout the week. A lack of sleep, as each attempt had brought dreams of either his father or his child, mixed with a quick magic trigger and lack of appetite had made for a very long week. So here he sat in the only place he felt could offer any sort of escape. Two drinks already down and hopefully a few more to go he wasn't sure where the night would take him and honestly he was up for just about anything.