Trev Scabior sold his scruples for a galleon. (opportunist) wrote in wished,
"They're not gonna drag me to Azkaban for that! They're not going to drag me to Azkaban at all!" If he hadn't been caught before he certainly wasn't going to get in any trouble now that those of a proper mind set were taking over.
He stopped abruptly and pulled Gretchen against him, kissing her deeply. "Wanna do something," he griped, when they broke apart and he resumed walking. The alcohol was making him antsy and even though he wasn't sure what he wanted he just knew he wanted something.