"I'd murder a beer," Charlie said with an almost lustful groan. Truth was he'd already had a couple before coming, but more wouldn't hurt. He'd been drinking more and more since the end of the quarantine and his rather abrupt drop of Vieve. But that was all for the best. He'd convinced himself. It was better this way...
Charlie was currently jobless, and there was no better way to pass time then hang out in The Hog's Head, now Aberforth had new ale. He picked over the leftovers, his stomach growling with an almost Pavlovian response to the smell of his mother's cooking.