who. Hestia Jones and Sirius Black what. a reunion between housemates where. Brews & Bottoms when. Friday night rating / status. PG-13 (really, language is about the worse thing) / INCOMPLETE
Surprisingly, Hestia had not made a trip out to the pub since her arrival to Lockewood. Part of her absence there was laziness and procrastination. The rest of it was her memories of actually working in one. The Spit Bucket was not a charming establishment, as misleading as the name may be. She would not miss the nights of coming home smelling like booze and feeling agitated towards the lushes of humanity. Of course, visiting a pub as a customer was a different story. A different story entirely.
When Sirius agreed to meet her for drinks, Hestia felt a bit more comfortable about being in Lockewood. She didn't like that Skeeter held so much sway over her and the whole place, but she was doing what she could to make it seem more like home. Of course, nothing could be home without Dorcas. She wondered if her friend would end up being whirled away to Lockewood. At the very least, she wanted to know what was happening in the world that she left. The war was escalating so quickly and it worried her whenever she really stopped to think about it. A lot of her friends were involved in the war and she didn't want anything terrible to happen to them.
Focusing on the war back home was not good for Hestia, so she was almost completely settled into her new home. The only thing left for her to do, really, was start her job as a concessionist at Spin the Reels. She supposed all she really had to do was sell candies and popcorn and drinks to the people who came to see the movies, that and do the cleaning chores at night. While the latter was no different than being a waitress, the perk of being able to have free drinks and candies certainly made it worth while.
After throwing on the shirt closest to her, Hestia left to meet Sirius at Brews and Bottoms. The pub had a catchy name (much better than The Spit Bucket) and she was hoping the drinks were good. There was nothing like a nice kicking bourbon, or even several shots of Firewhiskey - she wasn't picky.
When she arrived at the pub, the noise from inside was nearly deafening, the way it ought to be, and she decided to stand outside to wait for Sirius so he wouldn't have to spend ages looking for her inside.