prodigalpercy:
“well, if only you would stop LOSING, i could win some money back.” percy huffs. bagman’s got him beat again, and he slumps his shoulders a bit as he slides in the booth across from him. “but… i’m not here tonight to scold you.” he smiles and adjusts his glasses. he looks exhausted, and it shows. “i just wanted to … have a night out. enjoy myself for once.” he waves over the waitress and orders them both strong cocktails. “let loose. like old times.” as if they had old times like that - if you counted getting drunk at oliver’s flat. though, perhaps, that could be a hint into what was on the undersecretary’s mind. “i’ve missed that face of yours.” he smiles tiredly.
“Maybe you should stop gamblin’. It’s a vice you know. Next, you’ll be drinking and who knows where that’ll lead.” Olver flashed their long-suffering waitress a warm smile, grateful for her patience before focusing on Percy again. It had been a few weeks since he’d seen the politician, but he seemed on edge. Tighter wound than usual.
With a soft, almost concerned smile Olver leaned in so they could speak softly over the din of the pub. “You alright Perce? It’s been ages since I’ve seen you want to get wild.”
Not since his stag, Oliver supposed, but he was kind enough to keep that to himself.











