BLETCHLEY; miles (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} bletched) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} junctusic,@ 2018-09-30 21:57:00 |
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when ? [backdated] saturday night, 29th september
where ? leaky cauldron
what ? ex-slytherin quidditch team's drinks out
status ? active
It wasn't very often that the ex-Slytherin quidditch team got together for drinks, which Miles always thought was a good thing. Not because he didn't like seeing the guys, because he did, but because there was just too much drinking. Admittedly, it seemed like everyone was getting just a touch older now because the drinking was more steady than binge-worthy. Miles still obviously prepared for a hangover tomorrow morning. There were quite a few people out. Usually they never had everyone, which was a shame but people had lives and wives and babies, some even had jobs (Higgs, Miles was pretty sure, had all of those but also a strong disinterest watching everyone get wankered because he always outdrank everyone). Bole, who also definitely had a job, even if maybe no wife or baby or life, was currently doing shots off Derrick's stomach in what definitely was at some point to be claimed a totally straight activity. The night was clearly going well.
Opting to get himself another pint rather than shots, Miles made his way over to the bar. It was pretty busy on a Saturday night which mean that there was some waiting to be done. Sliding in when someone departed, Miles bumped against the guy next to him. "Oh, Malfoy!" Miles greeted. They were there for the same outing, so it wasn't like Miles had been unaware of Draco, he just hadn't really had a chance to talk to him that night, not yet anyway. "Buy you a drink?" Miles offered and very much did not add for shagging your mum.