Who: Fabian Prewett, Remus Lupin What: Apparently, trouble and drinks When: After this, august 3rd Where: Leaky Cauldron Status: Incomplete Rating: likely none
Fabian kicked at the edge of the small booth he'd occupied less than five minutes ago. It wasn't that he was impatient, it was simply that the person he'd invited was very late. By his estimation, anyways, if he was getting twitchy it must have been late. Nevermind that he could hardly sit still for long on a good day. Fabian yelled at the barman to surprise him with whatever was strong, and amused himself by staring at the other people along the pub until they did something about it. Granted, this may not have been his best idea, seeing how the drunk don't usually take challenges so well, but it was early enough most in the pub were still at least half sober. Or they were at least sedate enough to not throw their bottles at him.
He almost jumped as the firewhiskey was slammed in front of him by the barman who was apparently not feeling very cheery, and he thanked the perpetual drilling of Constant Vigilance from his training that he did not jump. Instead, he gave the barman a charming wink of thanks, even if the drink wasn't very original of him. Was it so hard to pour some gin, maybe get a little creative with it? Apparently so.
Fabian drummed his fingers on the bottle in front of him as he went back to waiting, wondering if 'fashionably late' was the new 'on time.'