Who: Marcus Flint and Connor Baddock What: What else does a bloke do at a liquor store? Where: Connor's liquor store, Hogsmeade When: Tuesday before the snow is too bad Rating: Language? We'll see. Status: In progress
Marcus was bored. He wasn't complaining, because it was a hell of a lot better than busting his arse at the bar all night and then going home to a dusty and draughty flat with barely two sickles left to his name, but he was finding that their quarantine zone was lacking in suitable entertainment. He'd seen talk of Quidditch teams starting up, and while it had him itching to get back into the air again, he couldn't bring himself to actually volunteer for one of them. It only made him think of things he'd rather keep nicely buried in the back of his head.
So, alcohol. He'd been at blackball and various other games as much as he'd been able to find a partner, but for now the castle was pretty quiet. The snow had kicked up outside, but he was sure he could get down to Hogsmeade and back in time. He knew someone had opened up a liquor store in town, and despite the swirling clouds of white flakes, he'd found it easily enough.
"Oi, anyone here?" he called, stepping inside and pulling his wand to cast a quick warming charm. Fuck, it was cold out.