Mar 7
Where: Bar that Remus Works
Who: @criiedwolf
Striding up to the empty bar stool, lit cigarette clenched in his teeth, he flopped onto the stool with his entire being radiating for everyone to leave him the fuck alone.
"Fire whiskey, triple, on the rocks." He barked at the bartender, barely gracing him with a glance. Tonight's mission had gone tits up due to some hare-brained wizard Death Eater and he needed to get a breather after dealing with his displeased Lord. Damn, he thought, The Cruciatus hurts like a bitch.