[wales] darling, darling doesn't have a problem [tegan]

lying to herself cause' her liquors top shelf.

It wasn't unlike Nessa to go to a bar alone on a Thursday night but it was unlike Nessa to drink more than she could handle. As she sat in one of the wizarding pubs she liked to frequent in Holyhead she realized that she may have been a tad over served. She had been there a few hours, a drink in one hand and a quill in the other, scratching down notes for ideas of things to enchant at the shop. The sun had set some hours ago but the snow had continued to fall, like it had been for the last few days. Nessa had downed more than her fair share of drinks which made her more and more social by the minute. She was blunt and outgoing by nature, but she was terrible at holding conversations when she was sober. Nessa was more of the straight to the point kind of girl, no nonsense, but when she was tipsy it was quite the opposite. She could shoot the breeze with a random stranger all night and have fun too. Finishing the drink in her hand she looked at the glass with longing eyes. "Bar.. tender!" She called, the Irish accent bleeding through more and more as she drank. Although she wasn't completely slurring her words yet, she was beginning to slow them down.

She waited for the bartender to come forward but was quickly growing impatient. Tapping her black nails on the counter she frowned a bit. "Hellooooo?" She called again, leaning forward to figure out where that pesky employee was at. He was at the other end of the bar, she waved the hand still holding the empty glass in the air, hoping he would see her signalling him. Leaning forward against the bar was not the best idea for her however because the stool beneath her was soon on two legs. It slowly moved further away from a safe position until finally the legs fell out from under her completely. She stumbled but caught herself on the ledge of the bar before she completely fell to the ground. She had saved herself from falling but she did not manage to save the glass in her hand. It landed on the counter with a clash and broke into bits and pieces. "Oh son of a..." She mumbled to herself, inspecting the small cut on her hand where the sharp edge of glass had made contact. She shook her head, black hair falling from her shoulders, and then reached for a napkin with her empty hand.

"Oi can I get a drink over here or what?" She said, her patience for waiting completely gone now. Nursing her wound with practiced pressure she exhaled, clearly annoyed by what had just happened. Normally Nessa was much more composed than this but apparently drinking made her quite clumsy. Losing control wasn't something she did often but she was wound up so tight that when she finally did, bad things tended to unfold. Dark eyes searched the establishment for someone she could yell at for the poor service, there had to be someone around. This bartender was either completely deaf or ignoring her on purpose and it was getting ridiculous. Nessa was not used to not being served quickly at bars, she wasn't exactly bad looking, so this was new to her and she was not enjoying it. And soon she was going to really get angry.

Crash. Tegan had heard the sound from her office, and sighed audibly. Oh, she'd never get this paperwork done. What had she told Erwin, time and time again? Not to over-serve customers. She was going to have to have a word with that man, later. Right now, she had to see what was going on. So, setting her quill down, the redheaded woman pushed in her chair before exiting her office.

"For Merlin's sake, Erwin!" Tegan spotted a very-obviously intoxicated woman, who by the looks of things had been responsible for the broken glass that her employee did not even have the decency to fix, much less check on the poor woman. Taking her wand, she repaired the glass before turning her attention to the customer. "I am very, very sorry. I fully intend on having a word with my employee about this." But, wait. This wasn't just any woman. This woman looked very familiar.

A small smile crossed the former Slytherin's face. "Nessa Regan?" She asked before gesturing towards herself. "Tegan Bane. It's been ages. I do apologize. Is there anything that I can get for you? Anything at all?" And how's Aeric? Later. Later. Nessa did not exactly look as if she needed another drink, but... well, she'd just see.

The commotion had sobered her up a little, at least enough to notice a red head moving toward her. She heard her yell at the bartender, who's name was apparently Erwin and that made Nessa smile. When the manager turned around Nessa tilted her head to the side a little, she recognized her... but how? She shrugged her shoulders and decided it wasn't important. "You should, this service is total ridiculousness." She said, slurring her words just a little. Enough that a trained ear could tell she was half way to completely inebriated. And then she heard her own name being spoken. Raising an eyebrow at the women Nessa wondered if she was going to follow those words up with a hex. It wouldn't be the first time, but Nessa was ready for it. Being paranoid was frustrating sometimes but it was always good to be cautious. Especially with the life she led and those of her close relatives. There was no shortage of enemies against the Regan family, that was certain already. She wasn't scared of them though, they had taken their anger out on a fifteen year old. If anything.. she was pissed.

After a moment, which felt a lot longer in Nessa's mind, the woman in front of her followed up with her own name. And then it all made sense. The Bane family was just as well known as the Regans. They had gone to school together. Even ran in some of the same circles, if she remembered correctly. "It hasn't been that long" The usually quite thin filter on her mouth was completely gone after a few drinks. She frowned a little. "We're not old yet Tegan." She said as she checked the glass that Tegan had just magically repaired to see if there was any liquor left it in. No luck. "Well to start you could get your man to pour me another stiff one?" She said, eying the beefcake behind the bar before turning back to the other witch. "And then to finish you could have a drink with me." She flashed her a small grin and waited for her to accept, which she assumed that she would. Nessa wasn't much for small talk so she didn't bother with the routine questions of old classmates. 'How've you been', 'how's the family' none of those things mattered much to the dark haired woman. Instead she did what she normally did and said something blunt, something borderline rude. Nessa was insulting on a good day, but on a drunk day she could be straight up abrasive.

"So have you slept with anymore of my cousins lately? There's plenty of them to chose from?"