Who: Barty Crouch Jr and Kirley Duke What: Drinking, listening to music Getting lucky When: After this Where: The Pub
True to his word, Kirley showed up at the pub not ten minutes later, as he said he would. For once in his life, not fashionably late. He was actually a tad excited to meet Barty Crouch Jr, someone who was long supposed to be dead in his own time. The Crouch trial had been a big deal and with Kirley's mum interested in that sort of thing, it had been talked about quite a bit. So had his death. And here he was, very not dead, and very full of himself, which Kirley liked.
He immediately ordered two drinks and took a seat at the bar, waiting for this new friend to appear. It flickered across his mind that he would have to thank Bellatrix for the other night. If it hadn't been for their fun then, he probably would have just been spending another night in his cottage, writing music or something. Kirley had been much to quiet as of late without the drugs and the promise of being mistreated. A little pain went a long way in bringing Kirley out of his little shell.
Sipping on his own beer, Kirley waited rather impatiently. His leg bounced, but he tried his hardest not to keep looking towards the door. Kirley was not desperate and he didn't want to come off as lonely or something. That would have been horrible. An herbal cigarette, vanilla flavored, dangled from his lips. They were so much better then actual cigarettes, and smelled better too.