The White Wyvern was not exactly the most recommended pub in the Wizarding World, Rabastan was aware of that. It was home to a certain type of people, and those people tended to be the few ones he could actually enjoy. So when he purchased the place, he knew quite well what he was getting into, and he was fine with that. To him, it was a good place to make new and possibly useful connections, and it was always on the quieter side, which he appreciated.
That night, it was particularly empty, there wasn’t enough to do for both him and the other employee behind the counter. So while the other was serving the customers, Rab was slowly washing some glasses and cleaning the counter, eyes looking around at the few people in the place. Maybe he’d find someone interesting, and he did, spotting someone he was not expecting to see there. A small frown formed on his face as he let his employee know he was taking a small break.
After grabbing a bottle and two glasses, he made his way over to the other man. He was curious about the situation, but that didn’t show on his face - at least, not much. “Well, well,” he started, setting the bottle and the glasses on the table. He didn’t even ask before taking the seat in front of the other, it was his pub after all, wasn’t it? If he wanted to sit there, he could. “What brings someone like you in a place like this?”
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