Post by Loki Nevetar on Jun 25, 2008 19:35:52 GMT
Misery. That was a bit of a strong word to describe how he felt, but to hell with it, he was in a strong kind of mood and he would use the words he pleased. Raising the burning cigarette to his lips, he took a drag off of it, the burning smoke rolling down his throat and filling his lungs, the euphoric feeling rushing through his body as nerve-endings shot off. Oh well, atleast there were still a few things in this world that gave him please, some things that he could do to forgot about everything else out there, even if for alittle while. Taking another drag he stamped the but of the smoldering cigarette out in the ashtray and turned in the bar stool to look at the people now entering the Leaky Cauldron, not that he was shocked by any means. He knew this was a popular spot.
So just what the hell was he doing here this late on a Wednesday night? Simple, he was doing exactly what he wanted. The Dormitory had made him sick, the Common Room itself had pissed him off. Everywhere he turned people sharing in their precious love and relationships. Kissing and hugging, giggling and sharing secrets. How pathetic. Growling to himself at the thought he lifted the small glass of fire whiskey to his lips and drank from it, starring down at the bar. Why was it he hated the thought of love so much? The thought of a relationship? He honestly didn't know, and he doubted that he ever would. Perhaps it was depending so much on someone else. Or maybe it was opening up that much to somebody. Whatever it was, it had prevented the Ravenclaw from ever being in a relationship that lasted longer then a month before he ruined it just to escape.
Smiling lightly to himself as he finished the rest of the fire whiskey, only to have the bar keep upon him in seconds to fill it up, Shane laughed and placed another cigarette between his lips, winking at the bartender and causing the tip of the smoke to light for him. "Are you trying to get me drunk, Oro?" Laughing the bartender gave a shake of his head as the Ravenclaw took a drag from the cigarette before lifting the shot glass to his mouth and draining the contents." Because fuck it Oro, you're a cute little bastard if I get enough drinks in me." With that he allowed another laugh to erupt from him as more and more people seemed to be filling to the Cauldron seemingly from no where. Or maybe it wasn't from no where and Shane was just starting to get too drunk to notice the different. To hell with it, he didn't care either way.
Then he heard it, it was an obnoxiously loud sound that to be honest annoyed him when he first heard it, which later on Shane would look back on and find that an interesting reaction. Outside thunder rocked Diagon Alley, seconds later lightening splitting the sky above the Cauldron. Why the hell did it have to be so damn loud? Growling lightly under his breath, the Wizard picked up his shot glass, which by now had managed to refill itself, snagged the bottle, his pack of cigarettes, and made his way over to a booth, further away from the never ending stream of people that kept coming into the damn Cauldron. He picked a quiet table, far back from the door and close to the fireplace. His back turned to the people, his eyes starring into the flames.
The flames, it was something he could understand oddly enough, something that calmed his ever turbulent soul. Something that cast a cool shadow over his being for the time being. His eyes locked onto the dancing fire, it all was like a magic of its own, the purest kind. He couldn't look away, and he didn't think he would ever want to. Leaning comfortably back in the chair, he locked his eyes onto the fireplace, the cigarette between his fingers going unnoticed and it was something he didn't mind. Then someone had to ruin it. Some dip shit had decided that his peace of mind wasn't worth it and they ran into the back of his chair, and to top it off they barely managed a mumbled apology before they turned back to talk to whatever slag they had dragged here. That was it. He was drunk enough not to give a fuck and annoyed at this bastard for ruining it all.
Surging to his feet, the Ravenclaw caught the man by the shoulder and turned him around." I'm sorry, lad, I couldn't 'ere ya 'bove all the commotion." It was in these drunken states that the Scottish accent of the Glasgow native truly came out and made itself present." 'Ows about ya take the fuckin' time to offer me a right proper apology then get back to that slag o' yours. She ain't goin' 'ny where. Look at 'er!" His words dripped with venom and annoyance that was evident, and the man who had been foolish enough to provoke Shane thought about lashing out for a second, however, he rightfully decided against it. He could tell that Shane was the kind of guy to go all out in a fight regardless of who it was against; he was the type that went for blood. The guy mumbled another apology and quickly took the woman he was there with to a booth further away, leaving the Scotsmen to sit back in the chair and look back into the fire. To no avail, the feeling of comfort was gone.
Fuck. Taking a drag from the halway burnt down smoke and finishing the shot of fire whiskey, he poured himself another and glanced out the window to the pouring down rain. What a fantastic night.
So just what the hell was he doing here this late on a Wednesday night? Simple, he was doing exactly what he wanted. The Dormitory had made him sick, the Common Room itself had pissed him off. Everywhere he turned people sharing in their precious love and relationships. Kissing and hugging, giggling and sharing secrets. How pathetic. Growling to himself at the thought he lifted the small glass of fire whiskey to his lips and drank from it, starring down at the bar. Why was it he hated the thought of love so much? The thought of a relationship? He honestly didn't know, and he doubted that he ever would. Perhaps it was depending so much on someone else. Or maybe it was opening up that much to somebody. Whatever it was, it had prevented the Ravenclaw from ever being in a relationship that lasted longer then a month before he ruined it just to escape.
Smiling lightly to himself as he finished the rest of the fire whiskey, only to have the bar keep upon him in seconds to fill it up, Shane laughed and placed another cigarette between his lips, winking at the bartender and causing the tip of the smoke to light for him. "Are you trying to get me drunk, Oro?" Laughing the bartender gave a shake of his head as the Ravenclaw took a drag from the cigarette before lifting the shot glass to his mouth and draining the contents." Because fuck it Oro, you're a cute little bastard if I get enough drinks in me." With that he allowed another laugh to erupt from him as more and more people seemed to be filling to the Cauldron seemingly from no where. Or maybe it wasn't from no where and Shane was just starting to get too drunk to notice the different. To hell with it, he didn't care either way.
Then he heard it, it was an obnoxiously loud sound that to be honest annoyed him when he first heard it, which later on Shane would look back on and find that an interesting reaction. Outside thunder rocked Diagon Alley, seconds later lightening splitting the sky above the Cauldron. Why the hell did it have to be so damn loud? Growling lightly under his breath, the Wizard picked up his shot glass, which by now had managed to refill itself, snagged the bottle, his pack of cigarettes, and made his way over to a booth, further away from the never ending stream of people that kept coming into the damn Cauldron. He picked a quiet table, far back from the door and close to the fireplace. His back turned to the people, his eyes starring into the flames.
The flames, it was something he could understand oddly enough, something that calmed his ever turbulent soul. Something that cast a cool shadow over his being for the time being. His eyes locked onto the dancing fire, it all was like a magic of its own, the purest kind. He couldn't look away, and he didn't think he would ever want to. Leaning comfortably back in the chair, he locked his eyes onto the fireplace, the cigarette between his fingers going unnoticed and it was something he didn't mind. Then someone had to ruin it. Some dip shit had decided that his peace of mind wasn't worth it and they ran into the back of his chair, and to top it off they barely managed a mumbled apology before they turned back to talk to whatever slag they had dragged here. That was it. He was drunk enough not to give a fuck and annoyed at this bastard for ruining it all.
Surging to his feet, the Ravenclaw caught the man by the shoulder and turned him around." I'm sorry, lad, I couldn't 'ere ya 'bove all the commotion." It was in these drunken states that the Scottish accent of the Glasgow native truly came out and made itself present." 'Ows about ya take the fuckin' time to offer me a right proper apology then get back to that slag o' yours. She ain't goin' 'ny where. Look at 'er!" His words dripped with venom and annoyance that was evident, and the man who had been foolish enough to provoke Shane thought about lashing out for a second, however, he rightfully decided against it. He could tell that Shane was the kind of guy to go all out in a fight regardless of who it was against; he was the type that went for blood. The guy mumbled another apology and quickly took the woman he was there with to a booth further away, leaving the Scotsmen to sit back in the chair and look back into the fire. To no avail, the feeling of comfort was gone.
Fuck. Taking a drag from the halway burnt down smoke and finishing the shot of fire whiskey, he poured himself another and glanced out the window to the pouring down rain. What a fantastic night.
