Who: William Rickett and Lachlan Urquhart Where: Diagon Alley..ish When: June 22nd - Morning Rating/Status: TBD/Incomplete
Working Sunday evenings were the worst. Friday and Saturday nights were the best, as the bachelor parties were all out and the university kids with money to burn frequented the bar. Those were the nights Will met his supposed "new best friend" in the Best Man, who was wasted enough to drop a hundred galleon tip because Will made "the best damn screwdrivers ever". Sundays there was no such luck. Those men who remained were the same who frequented during the week--the ones that were slightly creepy even by Will's standards, and the ones he often had to remind not to touch. Bleh.
On the other hand, Sundays were usually earlier nights. That meant Will was home by a somewhat reasonable hour (at least by his standards), and went to bed a night like a normal person. He even woke up in the morning like a normal person! That turned out to be a mistake, though. Will wasn't kidding when he said that he needed ten hours of sleep. This morning he was cranky, and it was probably not the best idea to let William Rickett go shopping when he was pissed. It was an even worse idea to beat William Rickett to the counter to pay, whether the person did this intentionally or not. That was beside the point.