Or maybe I didn't have ENOUGH caffine...hmmm
Dorcas paused only a moment to throw some gold on the bar to pay for her drinks before pushing through the old wooden doors onto the street. She thought momentarily about apparating, but she was so worked up and flustered that she'd likely splinch herself. It would be better for her to walk anyhow and maybe calm down a bit before she returned home.
She couldn't believe him. Even after all this time, when she should've expected as much from him, she couldn't believe him. She found herself wondering vaguely what had happened to the bloke who was forever cutting in to save her from some dreadful match up at functions. Or the bloke who'd help her out in a pinch back in school. They couldn't be considered friends. Not in the conventional way, but it was the closest that Dorcas had ever come to a best friend in her life and she couldn't figure out how they'd gone from there to here.
She shook her head in frustration, forcing him from her mind. There was no use dwelling on the past. Not when that's what had landed her in the bloody pub to begin with. She was done. She was done with him and everything associated with him and if she saw him once more, he'd be sorry.