Who: Astoria and Marcus When: Wednesday Night Where: Her favourite place to drink What: Drinks, talking, and maybe some snogging.
Astoria wasn't entirely sure if she should have bothered coming out tonight. She hadn't gone over to Marcus' place that evening. Instead they'd gone out. Clint clearly had his balls in a twist, so drinks it was. For someone who was notorious for sleeping around, he was acting like a bloody girl. She was absolutely not going to spend the night fuming over Clint, of all people. She rolled her eyes at the thought of him and brushed it aside. She'd dragged Marcus out to one of her favourite spots in London. She normally didn't bring people here, liking the fact that she could come here and not run into anyone she knew. Sometimes the people she knew were bloody annoying. Tonight, however, she'd made an exception. She really didn't feel like being checked in on and she figured that was probably the next step.
Having not been in the mood for much colour, she'd gone with a chique black dress which showed off her legs with the help of a four inch pair of black heels. If nothing else, she might as well look good. Leading them toward the bar, she glanced over her shoulder to Marcus. "Our little secret, alright?" she asked, twirling her index finger around to indicate their surroundings. The last thing she wanted to do was try to escape and find just the person she was trying to escape from in her hide out. She figured Marcus wasn't all that pleased about the Muggle aspect of the bar, but when hiding from High Society it was best to be the enemy.
Reaching the bar, she turned her attention away from Marcus to order, "Crown, on the rocks, with a wedge of lime," Other than firewhiskey, which they didn't carry there, she didn't know what Marcus drank, so she left it to him to order his own.