Who: Ron Weasley & Open to anyone What: Drinking Where: Leaky Cauldron. When: Sunday, Feb 12, late evening. Public/Private: Public Warnings: Language, maybe?
Ron didn’t like when he had to work Sundays, it wasn’t often on his shift, but when it was he always had to miss dinner at his mums (which was really the only thing he worked forward to in the week). It was well after sunset when Ron finally made his way out of the Ministry, it had been a long, stupid day, and he couldn’t wait to crash onto his bed. But first, there was a matter of food, and if he was going to get food, he might as well pop around for a beer or two.
“Yeah, ‘nother.” He’d told the barkeep sometime later. Ron was bad at time judgment, but his food was well gone, and he was nibbling on some additional chips he’d ordered at the whim of his unteenth beer. There was a slew of empty cups that the barkeep began to clear while Ron waited for his drink. People were trickling out of the tabled area, leaving just those few men at the bar with their beer. Merlin, it must be late. He’d ought to start heading back towards his flat, but if he stayed at the bar, at least he had company. What could one more beer hurt anyway.