WHO: Bela/Alice WHAT: Drunken girls' night WHERE: New York WHEN: After Dean posts his manifesto WARNINGS: Nah.
Bela managed to Portkey herself without any kind of mishap, thankfully, and now she was standing in front of a pub that looked like it belonged in a dusty Dublin alley. She'd take it.
Truthfully she was just tired. Weary. Angry at Dean. Bloody confused. Lonely? some part of her whispered. Feeling out of step. That mix, in her limited experience, called for alcohol. Now where was Alice?