A few beers had been a great idea in the beginning to kill time while they waited for the Pitch to close down. The shots that followed werent so bad either. They could have, however, probably gone without the drinking game.
Tipsy was a little bit of an understatement as they found themselves at the Pitch for the second time that day, but it wasnt as if they could just pack up and go home after drinks at the Leaky Cauldron. Angelina wouldnt have let Fred back down from a race even if he had wanted to go without it.
So, wand out, grin curving on his face, Fred went about tapping along the door to the players entrance, charm after charm dropping from his lips until he heard the telltale click of a turning lock. Years of breaking locks and loosening wards was something Fred had gotten quite good at, but with six siblings, it wasnt a surprising that he'd earned the talent. Though, it was probably a little impressive he still had the patience for it, even when he wasnt sober.
"C'mon. Locker rooms." The brooms were locked in the back of it, along with the practice gear, and it took fewer charms there to get the door open and to get his hands on his baby.
The redhead turned his grin on Angelina, eyes sparkling a bit. "Still think you can beat me, lightweight?"