Who: Kirley Duke and Ivy Montgomery Where: The Three Broomsticks When: Tuesday, February 6, 2004 What: WW sucks and they're sad Rating: Medium for language
He was drunk. Like, well and truly drunk. Kirley drank, quite frequently, but he typically paced himself, drinking only enough to feel good and tingly, to have a good time. But today was different. Today he was sad and angry and miserable.
The trip to Italy with Mel had been a short respite from his feelings. He wasn't about to flake out on their lunch, and he'd already paid for a last minute Portkey to Naples, so they were going. It was good, the pizza and the company. She didn't make him talk about it, which was best. Instead she just held his hand and they took a walk. He needed it.
Distractions never lasted however, and soon it was back to England. Back to the bastards who just wouldn't leave his little Firecracker alone. Let them talk about him all they wanted. It didn't matter. But she was just a kid. It pissed him off to no end. The only thing keeping him from storming the building was a meet-up with Ivy.
The Three Broomsticks had good beer, and most of it found its way into him not long after they arrived. Beer wasn't something Kirley drank often, but he needed it tonight. He needed the ability to drink as much as he could, as quick as he could, and beer gave him that.
So he sat in the booth across from Ivy, a pint glass tucked into his hand, looking down at the table, picking at it with his fingers. "They're stupid," he muttered.