Who Rabastan and Rodolphus Where The Hog's Head When Late at night What A discussion. Possibly a very loud one. Rating PG? PG-13?
Rabastan had a drink sitting in front of him already as he sat at the bar. The old, rather smelly bartender gave him a glance, but made no attempt at conversation. At least, Rabastan didn't think he did. He was too wrapped up in his own thoughts. He didn't want to tell his brother exactly how he felt about the woman... no that was plural. Women. He didn't want to tell Rodolphus how he felt about the women living with them. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He hated not having an answer for this. No answer and no lie to back this all up. Maybe he would make it up as he went. Though, that was dangerous. If he didn't have it rehearsed he doubted that it would be convincing at all. He could try though.
He didn't drink, he hardly trusted that the glasses had been cleaned properly, he just wanted a place to talk where they wouldn't be overheard. Even if there was shouting. Rabastan didn't often shout, but if he needed to, the people here were either too drunk or too stupid to care one way or the other. That was the way he preferred it.