Who: Ben Fenwick and Marcus Flint. When: August 4th. Early evening. Where: The Waning Wolf. What: Food. Drink. Much needed conversation between these two. Rating: G.
It had been quite an eventful day. Ben had been called into Mungo's when one of his regular patients had come through the emergency room for reasons that were very much Not Good and had had him undergoing a very long afternoon session, once the patient was stabilised. And then he had been in his office, looking to rearrange his schedule as much as he could for the next couple weeks to fit in daily sessions with the patient for the foreseeable future. It was doable, although his lunch breaks were going to be non-existant for the next little while. But there were more important things than lunch.
However when he finally got to leave St. Mungo's with evening rolling in, supper was very much on his mind. And while his little sister had been nice enough to go grocery shopping for him, and thus he had a stocked fridge - for once - he didn't have the energy to actually make something. Which meant eating out or take-away it was.
He ruled out take-away because he wanted a bottle of cider and didn't have any in the house. Ben eventually settled on the Waning Wolf becaus ehe was hit with a sudden craving for their club house sandwich - extra bacon of course - and so that was there he headed. Ben was more casually dressed than normal for work - just dark denim jeans and a button up shirt untucked, because he hadn't had time to change before Apparating to Mungo's. He entered the Waning Wolf and headed to the bar, where he prefered to sit when he was there solo. Sliding onto a stool, he noticed who was behind the bar tonight. "Hello," he greeted. Ben was not sure what he thought of Marcus these days. After the entire journal incident and being accused of - well he wasn't even sure what. And then the whole drinking debacle. It had been eventful, to say the least.