RP: The Leaky Cauldron Characters: Adrian | OPEN Setting: Leaky Cauldron, Monday, 9 PM Summary: Adrian got his arse kicked in practice and decides to blow off steam with a couple (or a few) drinks.
Adrian's whole body hurt. The reserve team had been at the mercy of the beaters all of practice, and while Adrian was fast on a broom, the Falcon beaters were extraordinarily gifted (and well practiced, if you asked Adrian), and he'd been hit by more bludgers than he could count this afternoon on the pitch. He'd had a broken arm charmed right and his vision un-blurred before being sent on his way. Of course, none of this helped his left shoulder, which ached on the best of his days thanks to an injury during his days on the Slytherin House team, but that was the least of his complaints tonight.
Tonight, his plan was to skip his morning run. He planned, instead, to get rip-roaringly drunk and hopefully only wake up hungover, rather than feeling like he'd gotten hit by the Knight Bus.
And so he found himself ordered a double of firewhiskey along with his pint of ale as soon as he sidled up to a stool at the Leaky.