Who: Lucius Malfoy & Argus Pyrites Where: Shalott When: Friday night What: Anticipatory drinking. Rating/warnings: TBA/alcohol?
Lucius was well into a glass of wine before he began to find anything like the peace he'd come looking for. Everything was looming terribly, and while he wasn't one to find refuge in drink, his usual diversion of choice lacked appeal - there would be violence enough to deal with soon, and he doubted it would relax him now. A dim room and an excellent vintage didn't give rise to quite the same rush as did drawing blood, but he was sure he was about to have rather too much rush for comfort. When the Dark Lord went dropping heavy hints, it was time to duck. ... Or at least to make time for life's more sensible pleasures, and hope for the best. His fingers drummed gently against the base of his glass as he leaned back in his chair.
"Well - so we're to have some excitement, soon." And just when he'd really settled things, too. "Good for the young blood, I suppose." He couldn't bring himself to feign enthusiasm. It was one thing to be set to work when there was something to be gained from it, and no doubt the newest members of their circle would be looking for glory, but ... it seemed foolish to rock the boat when everything was clipping along so smoothly. If the status quo left anything to be desired, it wasn't excitement.