Adrian Pucey (friendineed) wrote in unloading_zone, @ 2010-06-27 13:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | adrian pucey, ginny potter |
WHO: Adrian and Ginny
WHERE: The pub
WHEN: Sunday afternoon
WHAT: Drinks duh
STATUS: Incomplete
A bender. A weekend bender sounded just about right. There was the sunburn that was starting to work across the bridge of his nose (shocking since he had spent more than enough time out of doors with quidditch), there was the random tropical locale that he had magically appeared on, oh there was the uselessness of his wand and then there was the luggage that he refused to open. That message of warning that had been left in the journals was enough to keep Adrian from touching the things just yet. The key was burning a hole in his pocket but he was going to give it a few more days. Until the curiosity killed the proverbial cat and until he got good and sick of the two worthless outfits he'd been given. What he wouldn't kill for his favorite pair of trainers, some board shorts and a quaffle. Then this whole beach living thing wouldn't be so bad.
Though since none of those things applied, a drink was the current remedy. And a drink was what he had been doing all day. Adrian was sprawled in front of the bar, back leaning against the top as some disgusting fruity concoction was held in his hand. Really, was this the kind of shit they served? With a double, no triple shot, he could get by the fruitiness. Though he was partial to the little umbrella.
Or maybe he was just drunk.