Thread: Ben & Kira Who: Ben Fenwick and Kira Shunpike. When: June 5th, 1998. Early evening. Where: The Waning Wolf. What: Crossing paths when both going for a drink after work. Rating: Low.
"Bacon totally goes with nachos," Ben said with a grin to the person working the bar at the Waning Wolf. Not an employee he was familiar with, and thus not one accustomed to the fact that Benjamin Fenwick liked to put bacon on anything that bacon could possibly go well with (which in his mind was a lot). He leaned his elbows on the bar and just continued to grin. "I don't mind paying extra," he added, because he totally didn't. The server related, and went off to put the order into the kitchen.
He sat back, fingers of one hand curled around the bottle of cider he had ordered. Beads of condensation swept down the sides of the glass and touched his skin. Shifting on the bar stool, Ben turned around to look about the room. The place had a decent crowd given the time of day - people like Ben who needed a drink after a long day of work, and the regular sorts who had probably been there far longer. He had a bunch of files waiting for him when he returned to his flat, but first he needed a break, a drink and a bit of a snack (not a particularly healthy meal as his Grandmum would like to tell him, but if she asked, he'd say something about fish and a salad).
The door opened and a flash of red caught his eye. One of the various redheads that Ben was accquianted with. "Hello, Kira," he called out, raising his bottle in a bit of a 'cheers' motion. He had known the former Ravenclaw only a bit during their school days, but had met her more fully a couple months back when he had to do the psych evaluation that came at the end of her Auror training.
"How're you doing?" he asked once she was close enough that he didn't need to hollar the question across the bar.