Sliding his hands into the pockets of his trousers as he walked, Percy told Oliver, "No pub, I'm afraid. Not any more. But people are always uncovering stocks of alcohol. I have a little myself, set aside. And there's been the occasional party. The Food and Entertainment Division of the village may have events planned for the near future, but I haven't heard any announcements, yet. The journal you have there is good for catching up on local news, though it's often a source of gossip and chatter."
"Hrm." The memory of the disaster was still fresh - Percy could still remember the monster's revolting smell and their bone-chilling screams haunted him in the night. "You're a friend, so Fred and George may actually assign you something that's related to your skill set. Some occupations seemed quite random, though. I understand that the Auror, Alastor Moody, was the village's Quidditch Referee, however the team was still in training and never managed to play a full game."
When asked about his former job, Percy cleared his throat and adjusted his eyeglasses by pushing them up with a single finger on the bridge. It was a bit embarrassing, but Percy answered, "I was the village's Lounge Singer. I performed evenings both during the week and weekends at the restaurant and cafe."