The pub was always a little busy. Hugo suspected people just needed alcohol to cope with the island. He understood that. The last time he'd left work sober was... well, fuck. He couldn't remember. But it had been awhile and it was going to be longer still. Alcohol made the island almost tolerable.
Hugo was finishing up a basket of chips and walked out into the pub to place them on a table. Servers and barkeeps came and went in this bloody place and Hugo was use to doing the work of three people on any given night. When he spotted Scorpius, Hugo's eyes narrowed.
Of course he had missed Scorpius, but the sting of Scorpius' rejection was still too fresh. He wasn't good enough for Scorpius. He wasn't worth losing a family over. Nevermind that Hugo had told his own father to piss off back home... Scorpius wasn't willing to do that for Hugo and Hugo wasn't willing to live his life in the bloody closet.
Putting on his straightest face, Hugo marched behind the bar and looked Scorpius straight in the eyes. "What'll you have?"