Who: T and Anthony What: a bar fight! FUCK YEAH. When: Monday evening/night. Where: some random Muggle bar. Warnings: alcohol, fighting, language. Status: Incomplete
Even though he hadn't heard from 'Barlow' since discovering he was Weasley, Terrence still found himself occasionally frequenting Muggle pubs. He did occasionally meet people from the black market here too, but mostly he just came here to people watch. How many of the people that came here were meeting for nefarious purposes, as he had often done, or were simply wizards in disguise?
He didn't bother with disguise; the only person that would recognize him in the Muggle world was Weasley, and he'd handle that if he needed to. To anyone else, he could pull rank and show the Mark on his arm, or just kick their arse outright.
Scotch was definitely on the menu today, after it had been mentioned in passing on the journals. He didn't go for anything so strong while he was working at these pubs, and he hadn't had whiskey since he'd used it to calm himself after visiting his parents. It was about time he had it for an occasion that was, if not celebratory, at least not an unhappy one.
He was, by all accounts, in an excellent mood. And the slightly riotous mood in the pub as he downed his first drink was doing nothing to ruin it. If his luck was good, a fight would break out - Terrence was definitely in the mood for a good, old fashioned, knock down, drag-out fight.