vindictiveraven (vindictiveraven) wrote in rebel_rebel, @ 2008-04-29 04:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | dorcas meadows, regulus black |
WHO: Dorcas Meadows and Regulus Black (YES YOU READ THAT RIGHT)
WHAT: Uhm...nothing friendly so far...
WHERE: Some pub near Dorcas's flat
WHEN: TONIGHT!
WHY: Because Dorcas may or may not be an alcoholic...
RATING: PG-13/R for language
STATUS: Completed!
Slamming down the pint glass, Dorcas let out a sigh, holding her chin in her hands as she stared vacantly at the clock above the multi-colored bottles. Her feet didn’t quite make it to the floor and so instead they were swinging idly under the bar. Her cheeks were flushed from the alcohol and her brown waves were pulled into a loose pony-tail hanging down her back.
She couldn’t believe she’d gone and let that blasted cat kill Ophelia. Sure, it had happened a week or so ago, but she still couldn’t sleep over it and she knew it was because it was the very last tie she had to her mother. It was just one more thing that was her bleeding fault; one more thing that had been taken from her.
“I’ll have another pint, Jack.” She murmured to the bartender, no change in the expression on her face.
Regulus had been having a rough week as well. The ministry, true to form had done something completely idiotic. He couldn’t even try to wrap his brain about every Death Eater they had pardoned. Amycus was the one that had unsettled him the most. If anyone was going to figure out that he had defected, it was going to be his old mentor. There was nothing the Death Eaters hated more than traitors.
That in mind, he headed out. Regulus was in desperate need of a drink. He aimlessly wandered until he found a pub he liked. He sat down at the bar, not looking at the patron sitting next to him. The bartender came over to take his order, a whiskey neat. He finally looked to see who was sitting next to him. Bloody hell, this really wasn’t his night.
“Come here often?” He muttered as the keep brought him his drink.
Dorcas hadn’t heard him at first. She was lost in the few memories she had left of her mother and the rest of the world seemed to slip away when she was thinking about her mum.
It took the bartender clearing his throat and giving a nod to the stool next to her that any of it sunk in.
Clearly the bar tender was out to seek a show as he lingered in the vicinity. He knew enough of the brunette from the last week to know she wasn’t about to let this bloke chat her up.
Dorcas turned slowly, ready to lay into the prick who’d interrupted her thoughts. However, the sight of Regulus threw her so badly that she was left silent for a long moment.
“What the bloody hell could you possibly want?” She demanded turning back to her drink. She took a long sip suddenly wishing it was stronger.
Regulus waited for her reaction as he took a sip from his drink. He closed his eyes to appreciate the flavor of the drink. It appeared to be a particularly good year. He looked up when he heard her chair shift a bit. At her shocked silence he could only smirk.
“A bloke can’t enjoy fine whiskey?” He replied nonchalant. Honestly, it could’ve been worse. He could’ve bumped into MacNair or one of the other Death Eaters. He took another long sip from his whiskey.
“Interesting week, yeah?” He said, more than asked. Regulus had a feeling she was going to lay into him either way so he might as well make an honest attempt at civil conversation.
“No. Generally, I couldn’t care less about what a bloke wants to do with his him, just so long as it doesn’t make my life any worse.” She shot back, her tone a particular shade of bitter that evening. It wasn’t even so much him being there as it was her mum and Ophelia being gone. Clearly neither one was his fault, but he was there and she already had enough to be hostile to him about. What was two more reasons in the end?
“Not the word I’d choose.” She muttered back taking another long sip from her glass. She stayed quiet for a moment before really rounding on him. “Must you sit there? S’not like the pub is really that small y’know. Honestly, a bird can’t even bloody well leave her flat for a pint without ending up worse off than when she left!” The last bit slipped out unintentionally and she fell silent again, downing the rest of her pint in a feeble attempt
to avoid having to actually talk to him.
An eyebrow raising was the only sign of disturbance by her outburst. After all the years they spent dodging the other pureblooded offspring, he was used to her having the occasional snippy day. Today seemed to be a snippy day. “Someone’s in a good mood tonight.” Regulus remarked mildly. He ordered another whiskey as he finished his drink.
“Oh, so you in the dreadful camp, too?” He muttered grimly. He wasn’t nearly as thrilled as he’d pretended to be about everything. On top of that, he was fairly certain Andromeda and Nymphadora wouldn’t be speaking to him anytime soon. He hadn’t checked his journal recently, but he was fairly certain he was going to have heard it from Sirius by now as well. Salazar he was dreading that conversation.
As she began to berate him about sitting next to her, he took a sip of his drink. “Are you quite done now?” he snapped. It’s not that he wanted to be next to her, per say, just next to someone.
“Oh shut it.” She rolled her eyes and motioned for another pint. Jake gave her a wary look almost hesitant, but her expression made him cave as he pulled the tap to fill the mug. He slid the glass down the bar and she caught it with ease.
“Again, not the wording I’d choose.” She replied. “What the bloody hell have you got to be so bleeding miserable about anyhow?” She demanded though after a moment’s pause, she smirked almost gloatingly. “Excepting of course, the fact that you’re going to die miserable and alone seeing as you’ve run off the sane bit of family you have left.” She grinned and took a small sip of her drink. “Good show that was, by the by.”
She didn’t care if that was completely wretched, even by her standards. He was a prick and therefore deserved no courtesy on her part.
“No, I’m not.” She snapped back at him angrily. “Who the bloody buggering feck do you think you are lately? I mean, honestly, with your brother sticking up for you and then you going and disowning the lot of them all over again, and publicly to boot! You really are that self-righteous, overly pretentious prick that joined the Merlin forsaken cult ten years ago.” She flowered at him, eyes flashing in anger.