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Blizz the House Elf was getting used to Remus sneaking out like a petulant child. She would run to the door as he tried to quietly put shoes on his feet and audibly heave a sigh of contempt. Multiple be careful, Mr. Lupin’s would follow him as he dashed out the door. The impending cigarette as Remus walked to the bar was his anchor to the ground. His mind didn’t wander, he stayed alert and vigilant. The path his feet carried him was done blindly, he knew it so well. Though it was a muggle bar, every Order member seemed to hang out there. So it wasn’t rare for him to run into a familiar face.
As Remus entered the pub and made his way over to the bar, he looked around for someone he knew. Well, being completely honest, there was a very specific face he was looking for, but there’d be a month without rain before he’d admit that. When he reached the counter, he took a seat on one of the beaten stools and ordered a shot of tequila. He drummed his fingers against the mahogany wood as he waited. When it was placed in front of him, he lifted it to the server (Alyssa was her name) with a charming smile. “Thanks, love.” He swallowed it in one painful gulp, grimacing as it went down in waves of heat to his esophagus and stomach. Alyssa laughed at him from where she stood behind the bar and he slid her his empty glass. “The first one’s always the worst.”