Myron (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} onthe_wagon) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} hogwarts_dawn,@ 2021-05-22 15:39:00 |
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Who: Myron & Kirley
What: Just your standard Saturday night
Where: Soho, London
When: 22nd May, 10pm
"We should try them live," Myron continued, sticking his free hand deeper into his jacket pocket as he strode along beside Kirley. "I mean, even if we find an open mic around here or just use Styx for an evening. We can't be sure we've got it playing in that little box."
He took a drag of the cigarette, tasting the burning sensation and watching the smoke escape his lips in clouds. It was cold and wet (obviously), but London's version of cold and wet had always felt more forgiving than Scotland's. Or maybe it was the fact that it was more easy to be distracted. Whatever it was, Myron was glad to be away from the castle and the endless, pressing amount of people. Perhaps that was a weird thing to think amongst the bustle of London, but the city had an anonymous kind of busy that suited him. He took another last drag on the cigarette and flicked the butt away, making sure to grind it under his heel as he walked on and reached a little shakily for another.
"Merlin, this place hasn't changed," he commented, with no small relief as they turned into one of Soho's sidestreets. The tired old lights in the bars and clubs cast a welcoming glow over the cobbles.
"French House?" He suggested, nodding towards the old pub. It had been years since they'd had to go searching for stuff, but back in the day the historic watering hole had usually been a pretty good bet. "Or d'you reckon they might remember us? The years have been pretty kind, I reckon." He shot Kirley a sharp, rare grin.