Post by Louis Weasley on Apr 18, 2008 6:49:46 GMT -5
Opening the door to the three broomsticks, Louis walked towards the bar, his hands inside his jeans pockets, looking around slowly for a familiar face, none at sight. "Hey old man, the same as always" he stated to the bartender behind the counter, it was usual for him to go there, actually, lately, more than normally was. Every night he had the chance, he would make a "run" for it and enjoy a quiet and peaceful night inside that bar, drinking a nice bottle of Fire whiskey. Everything became easier now that he knew how to apparate, it saved a lot of time and that way it was impossible for anyone to follow him.
Grabbing the bottle and the empty glass the old man gave him, he walked towards an empty table and sat there, leaned against the back of the chair and with his legs crossed. Poring the content inside the glass, he gave a last look around the bar, now looking at what was happening more than looking for someone familiar. Not much I must say, it was a slow night, only three of the tables were occupied and didn't had more than two people each, most elderly. Taking the glass to his lips, he enjoyed the first sip as it ran through his throat, the burning sensation always made him give a pleased sigh.
