Who: Niki Urquhart and Marcus Flint. When: July 16th, 1998. Early evening. Where: The Waning Wolf. What: Niki comes in seeking Absinthe. Which the Waning Wolf doesn't actually have. Marcus gets to deal with the oddness. Rating: G.
Niki Urquhart decided that he wanted some absnithe. The bottle he had was empty though, which was a problem. He frowned at it for a while, peering through the opening as if to discover some hidden store of the green liquid, but alas, there was none. Humphing to himself, he found a sheet of parchment amidst the mess of his bedroom and scribbled out an order to the place where he usually ordered absinthe from. Proper absinthe, that was, with wormwood, and not the modern stuff that tended not to have it (but was much more readily found). He addressed an envelope and then called for his owl. The ratty bird whose name changed frequently (currently Niki was calling him Mr. Featherhead) fluttered through the window. Niki affixed the message to his leg, gave him instructions and set him off.
Well. That would get him some more absinthe, but not now. So Niki decided to go out.
A short while later he had Flooed to Diagon Alley and wandered into the Waning Wolf, because if anywhere would have absinthe, it might be a bar. And people said Niki wasn't clever. The ragtag young man wandered in, and glanced around the interior as if it was new, despite the fact that he had been there before.
Turning, Niki wandered up to the bar and slid himself onto a stool. "Hi," he said when he got the attention of the bartender. "Can I have some absinthe?"