Fabulous & Gusty || Fabian & Augustus
It was cooler outside than it had been all summer. Not that anyone was awake to appreciate the English weather making its best efforts to relieve a bit of the heat. The streets were bare and remained so. However there was a sudden shift of shadows at a certain wizard's doorstep, followed by a abrupt knock that broke the silence of midnight.
As soon as the impolitely late call was answered, the caller burst into hasty explanation.
"Wait! I know you hate it when your beauty sleep is interrupted, Fabs, and I know if it happens you'd rather it be by a bird who offers you her tits first off. But I have the next best thing: three very large bottles of firewhiskey, my Boss' excellent bread pudding, and some Welsh scotch shite that I got from some bloke in the Alley."
Augustus Rookwood was hardly subtle with his mannerisms. The enthusiastic tone and over zealous hand waving was all trademark Rookwood for 'already had a few pints before deciding to come over'. That sort of Rookwood was closely related to 'I probably should not have apparated', for he was quite horrid at it when sober, and sometimes connected to 'I had a bad day but am not man enough to seek out comfort'. When it came to drinking and friends, August could be a bit predictable. Partly because he made the effort to be predictable. That way he never really needed to ask, which could get dull and redundant.
"What do you say, Fab? Help a mate out to get rid of these delicious burdens?" August put on his best smile and lifted the bag of spoils hopefully. He would have fluttered his eyelashes too if he thought it would get him anywhere.