A safeplace for wanted man
@the-dimensional-bartender
12 years without even a little drop of poison can turn a man into maniac. Especially if you spend those years surrounded by poor soulless criminals who eat your every positive memory while the real quilty is roaming freely.
But where could a wanted man with prison jumpsuit go to have some scotch on the rocks without getting caught? He had wandered around for days, without stopping or sleeping. He wanted to get as far as he could from that place. When he had almost passed out, he felt how someone poked him with a wand.
“You don’t look so good, mate. Those circles under your eyes probably reach the bone already and those bold spots on your head... Oh no, mate, has someone pulled your hair off? Come on then mate. I know a place where you can go” that someone lifted him onboard, Sirius saw a little too big hat and a big smile. He recognised the vehicle, it was the Knight bus, he had climbed onboard at least 20 times when he was just a brat. Sirius smiles “Thanks Ernie. You saved me once again” he says before he passes out.
The next time he wakes up, he is in front of a restaurant, leaning on the wall. He rubs his forehead and stands up. “Fuck, I definitely need that drink” he mumbles and opens the door. Without even looking around he walks to the bar counter. “One scotch on the rocks. And a cigarette if you have fun.”