Who: Ron Weasley, George Weasley, Megan Jones, and possibly Spencer Capper. What: Drinking! When: Evening. Where: The Leaky Cauldron. Why: Why not?
Fingers threading through his bright hair, Ron Weasley pulled the door to the Leaky Cauldron open and stepped into the pub. After determining that, no, it was not terribly crowded inside as of yet, Ron made his way over to the closest table and tossed his jacket over one of the chairs, officially dubbing the table as his own. Then he turned away from the table and walked over to the bar. Sadly enough, the gorgeous barmaid that he and Spencer had been discussing earlier was nowhere to be found. Tom the barkeep, however, was. Since Ron frequented the bar every now and then, he found that he and Tom were on fairly decent terms with one another, even if the man seemed to be more than grumpy with the world half the time. Offering him a light smile, Ron leaned against the bartop and scanned the shelves of various drinks that were spread out behind him.
"Right. I'm going to need a bit of firewhiskey. Might as well make it a bottle, yeah? I've got some friends coming in." Ron waited for Tom to fetch the glasses and bottle, then carried the items back over to the table and poured himself a round. He didn't exactly want to start without them, but since work had been a bit brutal that afternoon, Ron felt as though he deserved a drink as soon as possible. And since he happened to have a glass sitting right in front of him, Ron decided that it was well worth giving it a go. Tilting his head back, he poured the liquid down his throat. Which, of course, burned quite a bit. Blinking a little, Ron set the glass aside and swallowed it down. Satisfyingly painful. Story of my life, Ron thought to himself with a bit of a smile as he reached out for the bottle yet again.