Thread: Niki & Flora Who: Niki Urquhart and Flora Carrow. When: July 6th. 3pm. Where: The Leaky Cauldron. What: Friends meeting up for drinks and talks. Rating: Low.
The Leaky Cauldron was a place that Niki enjoyed, because he could sit tucked at a table in the corner somewhere, under shadows and barely be noticed at all. At times when he didn't want to be noticed, at least. And then when he wanted to talk to someone, well, drunk people were often quite happy to talk about nothing and everything and all things that fell in between.
He had arrived on time, which was something of a surprise because Niki was not the most punctual of sorts anymore. He wasn't a lot of things anymore, certainly not the clean cut individual he had once been. Now he was a ratty little thing, with long shaggy black hair and pale skin that would give a vampire a run for his money. He wandered into the pub dressed in a worn AC/DC shirt and a pair of jeans that probably had more holes than denim, as well as a pair of army style boots. There was a cigarette tucked behind one ear, and eyeliner rimmed his eyes. Shuffling about in the doorway, he looked around for Flora. When he did not spot her, he went to the bar and ordered a drinl before shuffling off to find a table.
Niki plunked himself down to wait, tracing his fingertip around the rim of his glass and taking the occasional sip. Every time the door opened he'd glanced up, and when his friend finally walked through, he lifted a hand to wave.