Re: 8:45ish, at a booth - open
A familiar voice rang out in the bar; he hurriedly swallowed a bite of pie that filled his mouth, casting a glance around for his overly rambunctious sister.
Naturally, it didn't take long to spot her. She happily invited herself to the opposite side of his booth, looking none the worse for wear--but perhaps a couple of sheets to the wind, but was that truly an issue on a night like this?
"I am not sulking," came Augustus' immediate response, in a manner that was, by all accounts, entirely sulky. "I'm just taking a break from moving. And life. And whatever else I feel like doing tonight." Despite the boldness of his words, the only thing he was actually doing was taking a drink of his beer.
"Besides," he added, delighted to see BB even if he was technically hiding himself away in a corner of the well-populated bar. "You're so busy. I did all right by myself. Dad thought it would build character." He pulled the remaining pie closer to him, as if to keep it away from BB's hands. Peering at his sister in the low lighting, he smiled a rare grin. "Are you drunk?"