James Potter II (nothatsmydad) wrote in magic_school, @ 2009-12-03 16:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | james potter ii, wesley longbottom |
WHO: James II and Wesley
WHEN: Thrusday morning
WHERE: Hogsmeade
WHAT: suppose to be working, some drinking
RATING: pg13
James was supposed to be meeting some of his usual people (not friends as such) but had wanted to look in the bookshop beforehand. They'd had nothing at all at first glance so now he was early. He'd been nursing a sloe gin for about ten minutes and was rather bored. He wouldn't have minded a cigarette and hoped Wesley was willing to share today. He looked around the Hog's Head, and thought it a shame that it was now almost as much of a student haunt as the Broomsticks. According to his father the place used to be shady, almost completely empty, and you could get whatever whenever. Now any kind of drip walked in, it seemed to James. Oh well, no matter, the place was still no more worried about what was consumed, inhaled, or done within the walls. So that was something.
He sighed and drained his glass, tapping the glass on the counter repeatedly without looking at the barman to get a refill. He'd asked Wesley to bring the right files; he hadn't had any in a while and hoped she'd managed. Alcohol lost it's appeal after a while, there were only so many stages of dunk a person could be; buzzy, slightly, stumbly, and wasted. James' pride always kept him the right side of drunk and it got dull. Alcohol didn't really do anything interesting to his brain because he could control it; he just got very quiet and contemplative, very unpleasant or obnoxious, or needed sex. And on top of that he had still a whole day of work a head of him. He hoped that Wesley wouldn't be able to tell that he had drank more than he should have. Plus he was more worried about Draco finding out than anyone else.