Who: Cassius Warrington and Hannah Abbott What: Hannah runs into a drunk and irritated Cassius When: Friday, October 6 -- Late Where: Diagon Alley. Welcome to the neighborhood. Rating: Mid-ish maybe?
“That's the problem with drinking, I thought, as I poured myself a drink. If something bad happens you drink in an attempt to forget; if something good happens you drink in order to celebrate; and if nothing happens you drink to make something happen.” ― Charles Bukowski, Women
It was late. How late, Cassius had no idea. The streets were dark. The windows to the stores and houses were shuttered. Even the lights in the apartments above the shops were extinguished. Cassius had been kicked out of the bar, first, then out of the casino. He wasn't positive that he had been in a fight with one of the bouncers, but his face hurt like a Gryffindor had punched him. It could have happened when he tripped over a cobblestone and landed face first in the street, but again, he couldn't be sure.
Not that it mattered if he were sure about anything or not. It wasn't as if he had a wife to report to anymore. Cassius looked at the bottle of rum and snorted as he brought it to his lips. She'd finally left him. When he admitted that he couldn't protect her from the Dementors, she packed up and left to stay with her family in Italy until the beasts had met their end. He grimaced as he swallowed the swill in his hand.
He didn't really care how bad his hangover would be in the morning. In some ways, he guessed he deserved it. A slurred song crossed his lips as he wavered down the empty streets.
"And maybe I didn't hold you All those lonely, lonely times I guess I never told you I'm so happy that you're mine"
He wasn't sure where he picked the song up. It must have played on the wireless at some point and gotten suck in his mind. It was definitely a song he enjoyed more than that old banshee Celestina Warbeck. To be fair, anything was better than Celestina Warbeck.
Cassius chuckled darkly at himself and mumbled out the chorus "You were always on my mind." He was at the point of drunkenness that perhaps it would be prudent to apparate home, but he still felt hesitant on entering that large, empty estate.
"Not yet." He said, as he made his way down the alley. He stumbled over a rubbish bin, and seemed to wake the neighborhood up with the noise it made. A light switched on, and Cassius struggled to right the bin before someone caught him.