[TAT] I'm on that late night come and get {seva}

Drinking. Drinking was good. Ingrid let out a sigh as she nursed her ale, wincing as she shifted in her seat. She hadn’t meant to get into a fight with Kendrick… No, that had just sort of happened. The only reason she was the one out drinking right now was because she caught him by surprise, and they both knew that. Ken had always been the better duelist, with Ingrid’s specialty sitting firmly in the sort of magic she used around the office rather than the offensive stuff that he did as his job. But she was good at defensive, and binding people seemed to be a specialty. Or, at very least, she was getting quite a bit of practice in. Ingrid frowned, unsure if that was a good thing or not.

When the bartender asked if she wanted another, Ingrid merely nodded, ignoring the brief shot of pain at the base of her neck. None of this was going to be fun in the morning, and frankly she almost considered not going into work. Again. Except that incompetent intern of hers would then be left with her paperwork, and she didn’t want to thrust it onto poor Leah, and oh really as if some bumps and bruises ever kept her from work. She went in the day after the Battle, she’d go in today. If Kendrick didn’t like it, he could sod off really. A scowl settled firmly onto her face as she thought of her friend; he was probably aching just as much as she did, although he should be used to it really. Aurors…

There was a moment of recognition to the person who sat nearby, a quick nod to acknowledge that someone had joined her at the bar. It was a slow night, apparently; she could count how many people were visible on one hand. Even the addition of this new person only bumped them up to about five. At least it wasn’t crowded. Once the night crowds started rolling in, Ingrid made it a point to start rolling out.


sorry it's short D:

To say that Seva was lonely was an understatement. Aside from school, all she really did was go home and study or do some leisure reading and on a rare occasion, like now, she went to “drown her sorrows” so to speak. It hadn’t started to be a problem – yet. Seva was ambling through the streets, snaking her way through the passersby and making her way to one of her usual haunts. She wasn’t quite on first name basis with the bartenders yet, but unfortunately she was getting close to the point where they did know what she preferred and that, that could be problematic. When Seva arrived, she slipped inside and peered over at the bar to see who was working that day. She didn’t know him by name, but she recognized his face and by the looks of it, he knew hers as well.

The bar was virtually empty, there were only about five or six people altogether, which kind of made her feel a little strange. She ambled over to an empty stool, a couple of seats down from a young woman nursing a pint of ale and waved a hand to the bartender. He nodded at her and crossed the small space between them. She quietly asked for a pint of stout and within moments he was back with the dark brew. Seva sipped at it, the foam teasing at her lips and nodded her thanks to him as he turned away. Even after a few sips, she was beginning to feel less stressed and a little more at ease. Normally, she was always a little sillier, a little crazier when she was tipsy but lately it seemed that she needed to drink to even feel herself.

Out of the corner of her eye, Seva noticed the woman offer her a brief nod, seemingly the semblance of a greeting. She smiled and offered her a quick wave in her general direction. The other patrons of the bar didn’t quite as friendly as her neighbor and if she were to talk to anyone, it may as well be her. Seva continued to sip slowly at her stout, barely noticing that in her absentmindedness she’d begun to swing her leg idly from the high stool, her foot making the slightest thudding noise against the bar. The soon incessant noise began to blend with the clinking and dull thunk of hers and the other patrons glasses hitting the counter.

It’s okay! Mine is, too! Seva was dormant for so long, I’m rusty!