an act of kindness // sept 1978
“They’re not working tonight? What the fuck?” Amelia asked, the disappointment obvious in her face to this stranger bartender. He was probably well aware she got free drinks when Greta or Doris were working at The Three Broomsticks. It was the only reason she came after all - although seeing her best friends was another. The bartender on shift continued to stare at her with his eyebrows raised, questioning what she wanted. “Fucking staring at people is not good customer service, bud-,” she stopped mid-sentence as another lonely customer caught her eye. A smile replaced her scowl. “One double redcurrant rum.”
Peter Pettigrew. Of course he was alone at the bar - he seemed like the kind of weird twat to drink alone. Normally she would just approach him and say hello, not even consider the possibility of joining him for an evening of drinking, but since their last strange encounter and her talk with Marlene she was curious about him. Sweet, little Peter. There were things she wanted to know about him and she thought maybe, just maybe, he felt the same about her and so with a deep breath she approached him. “Are you drinking alone? Or are you waiting for someone? If you’re alone, I’ll join you.” She felt like it was good attempt at asking politely, but maybe could have done a better delivery. “I hate drinking alone and my stupid fucking friends aren’t working tonight.”
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