Who: Albus and Scorpius Where: The pub When: Monday evening What: Drinking, talking, and maybe experimenting. Status/Rating: Incomplete, tba
Albus was his best friend, but could be a right wanker sometimes. Like now, for instance. The last place he wanted to go was the pub. Especially if Hugo happened to be working. But Albus refused to meet anywhere but the pub and it was almost impossible to change his mind when it was set upon something.
Frowning, he pushed past the doors and walked into the coconut shell of a pub. Scorpius carefully scanned the room, looking out for two faces. The one he wanted to see, and the one he wanted to avoid. He was satisfied to not see hind or hair of the red head, and eased up a little more when he caught sight of Albus sitting in a round booth at the back corner of the room.
"You're a wanker," Scorpius informed him as he sat down next to his friend.