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Post by Gabriel Bishop on Apr 10, 2017 2:17:58 GMT
Occupying a barstool was one of Gabriel's favorite past times. If there was one thing he had in common with the guys over on this side of the world, particularly the Irish, is that he liked to drink. The bite of alcohol always made him feel like a different version of himself. He was funnier, more outgoing and even more generous when alcohol was whispering in his ear and goading him along. His past several bar trips had been in the company of an older man with a very handsome face (at least he found it attractive even if others considered it ruined by scars) but this one was less about the alcohol and more about work. The blonde auror sat at the pub's bar, positioned strategically in such a way that he had a clear view of a pair of men on the other side of the room. He'd been discreetly following one for several hours hoping to catch the man trading illegal goods. It wasn't exactly high level auror work but he was still trying to work his way on up the totem pole back at the office. The two were huddled close together, whispering and Gabriel was doing his best to look inconspicuous. Anyone who'd strike up a conversation and wonder why he was drinking alone would get a contrived story about 'relationship troubles' as he nursed a dragon scale beer. No firewhiskey for him tonight, not while working. People came and went and a rather tall gentleman ended up on the stool beside him. Gabe nodded a greeting as the guy sat down but kept to himself. This was mind numbingly boring and he was starting to think that all his hard work wouldn't pay off right up 'til the moment he saw the briefest flash of something red change hands. In his excitement to move in and make an arrest (and not muck up one of his actual investigations) he stood up rather quickly, his barstool screeching against the floor, and paid no mind where his rather long limbs had gone off too. He managed to knock his neighbor's very full drink clear over, which drew his gaze and distracted him just long enough to allow his target to slip out the door. When Gabriel looked up again he saw that his mark was gone and swore loudly, sitting heavily back down on his barstool. The auror ran a hand through his long dirty blonde hair and huffed his annoyance before turning his attention back to the man who's drink he ruined. Poor guy, the least he could do was replace it. "Sorry bro---mate. They say mate around here, don't they?" Part of his whole 'wanting to fit in' thing included trying to pick up the local slang and use it effectively, but the word tasted unnatural in his mouth. "Sorry about your drink. Buy you one to replace it and another to make up for it?" He didn't need to go home and stew in his failure right now, so he'd drink with the bro-mate to drown his frustration. Theo Ashland |
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Post by Theo Ashland on Apr 10, 2017 20:14:49 GMT
The Hog's Head wasn't really all that bad, Theo discovered. Once you got past the dirt, and the stickiness, and the occasional criminal activity...it was a good place for a strong drink. When he wanted a drink and specifically just wanted to be around wizards and witches (Muggles were acting mighty tense nowadays, it made him nervous sometimes), the Hog's Head was mainly where he came now. Unlucky sod that he was, his family members tended all the rest of the wizard pubs in all of bloody Britain. Mixing multiple Ashlands with alcohol was never the best of ideas.
Right now, Theo was ready to mix just one Ashland with quite a lot of alcohol. Work had been extra rough lately, not to mention the general uneasiness all around him. He just wanted to not think for a while. His favorite distraction, cute little thing she was, was busy - so the Hog's Head it was. The place looked as it always did as he went inside, dark and dank and hazy. The bar was usually the cleanest place to sit, compared to the questionable booths along the questionable walls and corners, so Theo went there, and sat down next to the cleanest looking person there. He nodded in return at the blonde man before ordering a drink. Theo could be a social butterfly, but he needed to get some drink in him first.
And a full, glorious glass of something dark was brought to him soon enough. Theo took a moment to take in its icy beauty - right around the time his barstool neighbor jumped up and knocked it clear over. Theo made a choked noise of grief, throwing his hands up. He looked up at the blonde man sharply, following his gaze to the empty darkness he was staring at, and then the man's eyes were back on Theo. Words were on the tip of Theo's tongue, not nice words, but then the man apologized. Strangely. And offered more alcohol. Generously. This made Theo's troll brain very happy, and he dropped the troll look on his face and grinned at the man. "That sounds just about fair, mate," he joked. "What's that you said? Bro? Where's that from?"
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Post by Gabriel Bishop on Apr 12, 2017 5:37:46 GMT
If Gabriel weren't familiar with the pub scene (it was very similar to the bar scene back home but a lot more... British.) the look on the man's face would've startled him. The fellow didn't look too pleased at having his drink knocked over and like he might say something about it (with his fist). One couldn't show weakness in a bar (or a pub) in front of possible drinking buddies and let something like a spilled drink go unnoticed. But the man's angry look relaxed into something more attractive and natural on his face, a grin.
"Mate sounds better when you say it." the auror joked right back, tugging out his wand and vanishing the spilled liquid rather than waiting for the inattentive bartender to take care of it. "Specifically? New York City. Spent a fair bit of time there before I moved here." He wasn't originally from the city but Gabriel had spent most of his adult life there while working for MACUSA. He tucked his wand back into it's pocket, eyeing the bartender as the man slowly made his way around to them. With a momentary lapse of memory he placed an order for "A giggle water, please." but the bartender's stare prompted his memory, they didn't carry that on this side of the 'pond'. "Erm.. Or firewhiskey?" That sounded a smidge more manlier than giggle water anyway.
When the bartender shuffled off the wizard returned his attention to the new companion. "I'm Gabriel, by the way. You?" He chewed on his thumbnail, feeling a little distressed and out of place. Times like this made him homesick. Gabe wasn't so good at feeling like he didn't quite fit in somewhere, home was familiar and this place was strange... But, this place had Remus... A man unlike any he'd ever met, who lingered at the back of his mind all day and night and who's face could instantly soothe away all of his insecurities. He'd trade a little (or a lot) of discomfort to hang around and keep him.
When the drinks arrived he took a moment to examine the glass with a wrinkled nose. It looked like it might give him hepatitis or something but after losing his mark (damn it.. how could he have lost him?) he needed something to take the edge off. The taste of the whiskey sent a shiver down his spine. "So.." Now that he had a good, healthy dose in him he could relax a bit himself. "What brings you here? I seem to be missing the appeal."
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Post by Theo Ashland on Apr 13, 2017 5:38:02 GMT
"What can I say, I'm charismatic." Theo found himself wanting to be nice to the nice man offering him alcohol. He appreciated a person who owned up to their mistakes - gods knew Theo had something to learn from people like that - and who handled their business right away. He absentmindedly ran a hand over the formerly wet spot after the man vanished the spilled liquid from the bar, giving his exaggerated nod of approval at the handiwork before paying attention to what the man was saying.
"Sounds like more than fair bit," he observed. "That home for you?" England didn't sound like his home, at any rate. Theo was no linguistic expert but he had friends that hopped the pond for a few years and hopped back, and there was no shaking the accent. If the blonde was any English at all, Theo thought he would notice. He definitely noticed the man's funny words. Bro, whatever that was, and - "Is that what the bros drink, yeah?" Theo laughed at the look on the bartender's face. Giggle water actually sounded really fun. Maybe he could get some out of his new bro. For now, though - firewhiskey.
"Theo." Theo stuck a hand out and kept his comfortable grin on his face. Gabriel seemed sort of...oh, maybe nervous? Theo had that effect on people sometimes, he supposed. It couldn't be helped - he was pretty big. And dark. And trollish. He tried to make himself look companionable, happy for the companionship of his fellow pub comrade. Once he actually got to the drinking part, Theo didn't really like drinking alone. As soon as the bartender brought their drinks, he downed a gulp. When he looked back at Gabriel, the blonde was still considering his glass. Theo raised his eyebrows in amusement, and then Gabriel took a sip. "No sisters judging me from the other side of the bar," Theo shrugged. "If you ever run into the blonde up the street at the Broomsticks, run the other way." Theo took another generous gulp. "And you? Not here for the decor?" Theo grinned up at the literal hog's head above the bar.
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Post by Gabriel Bishop on Apr 14, 2017 1:57:29 GMT
What an amusing gent, the conversation was already proving to be a nice distraction from drowning in his sorrow and frustration. Gabriel arched a meticulously sculpted eyebrow as he bantered back "And oh so humble, too." There was humor in his own voice to soften the almost disdainful look the man's quip had drawn. He couldn't really help it, that was just how his face looked when it was neutral. The poor guy was afflicted with a chronic and terrible case of RJF (that was, resting jackass face vs resting bitch face.) Lucky for him a smile was hiding right around the corner when the fellow appraised his clean up on the bars surface. "I think that might actually be the cleanest it's been in..." he ran his own digit across another section of the bar top and examined the dust that collected on his finger tip. "years from the looks of things."
Was New York really his home? He didn't really have anything going for him back there. His family was gone, his career had become stagnant. There were a few people he was close with but it didn't compare to what he found here. Home was where the heart was, right? His heart lived in a cozy old home in Godric's Hollow, even if he lived in a cramped flat off of Oxford street. "Used to be." It didn't really sum up his whole thought process very well, but it was true. "It's pretty alright here, even if your castle's a little small." Pleased with himself and his gentle teasing, Gabe grinned down at the bar, putting him in an exceptionally good mood when he placed his order. "Only the bro-iest of bros can handle their giggle water." They certainly loved their gigglewater on his old side of the world. Butterbeer wasn't bad, a little sweet. There were a lot of sweet things in Britain, Remus being one.
"Theo..." He repeated the name and it triggered something. Theo.."Ashland?" He'd read a file or two on the man and he'd heard the name batted around the office. It'd even been uttered by a small but terrifying witch who liked to glare at him if they passed each other in the hallway. "I've read about you." That wasn't exactly an endearing way to start off a start off buddy drinking and he tried to play it off. "None of it did your charisma any justice, I assure you." Sip, he needed to drink now. His socially awkward, desperate to fit in self was bound to make an appearance at any moment and he had to drown the little fucker in whiskey before he had a chance to make it worse. He nearly choked on his drink as a laugh bubbled up from Theo's explanation. It came out as more of a chokesnort. "I'll keep that in mind. I don't care for blondes anyway." He grinned again and tossed his head along with his lusciously long, blonde hair. "They're so full of themselves. Not humble or charismatic, like you." They gulped their drinks together and he shook his head "Nah, just sort've wandered in. I've got to get the full British experience and try every bar in the UK if I have any hope of assimilation."
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Post by Theo Ashland on May 18, 2017 0:47:06 GMT
Theo smiled broadly at the blonde. Why yes, he was quite humble. Couldn't you tell by his dazzling smile and devilish good looks? The blonde had quite a look on his face, too, but he sounded like he was mostly joking and Theo wasn't yet drunk enough to get offended by a joke. The blonde caught him at a good time. And then he was smiling, too, two right fools grinning at the bar. Theo was interested now, excited at the prospect of a new drinking buddy tonight. He snorted in agreement with the blonde's assessment of the cleanliness of the bar, commenting, "This place was built dirty."
Theo's new pub pal seemed to consider the home question for a moment, something Theo made a note of to try and remember later, when they were drunker and might be more inclined to sharing sordid details of their lives. His answer was intriguing enough for Theo to take the grave insult to the castle with a graceful smile and a laugh. "Those are fighting words, friend. Does America even have castles?" Theo raised an eyebrow - checkmate. America did have gigglewater, though, and bros. "I bet I'm bro enough to try. Found anywhere over here that sells it?" Theo had really never heard of the drink, though he didn't usually go looking for things that made him giggle.
The blonde, that Theo now knew as Gabriel, apparently already knew him. Or his name, at least. Theo sighed and grimaced almost apologetically. This was still happening to him with a fair regularity since the incident in the hospital, though he'd never had an international approach him before. That was a wonderful sign that the news was spreading worldwide. Great. "Prophet or Quibbler?" He questioned, assuming Gabriel had seen him in one of the two papers. The difference mattered to him, though, because while Luna hated his guts after what happened, her reporting was still much more fair than the Prophet's - but even she wasn't a big proponent of his largely made-up charisma, that was true. Theo shrugged. "You know, I had a thousand reporters at my door, but none of them actually seemed interested in what I had to say." Theo took a long sip and watched Gabriel. One of two things usually happened now that the other person knew who he was and what he did - the conversation turned frigid and unbearable, or ended entirely as the other person got up and walked away from him.
Instead, Gabriel laughed. Or rather, snorted. Even better. He was joking around again and that brought the smile right back to Theo's face. He hadn't scared his pub pal away! Something could certainly be said for those Americans, couldn't it? Theo laughed at Gabriel's display of blonde vanity. "Gods, have you got that right," he teased. Really, if Theo had hair like that, he'd be vain as all get out. Whenever he tried to grow his hair long, it did this infuriatingly awkward flippy thing.
Gabriel's reason for being at the Hog's Head was admirable, drawing another chuckle from Theo. He put the edge of his glass to Gabriel's and said, "Cheers to that, mate. You've got the right idea. If you're in need of a copilot on your journey...," Theo poked himself in the chest with his thumb as he showed off his superior drinking skills with a double-long sip of firewhiskey. Once he coughed off the burn, he asked, "So, what do you do for work?"
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Post by Gabriel Bishop on May 28, 2017 4:40:29 GMT
Gabriel's new drinking buddy must've taken his sarcastic quip as a compliment, the way he was smiling. So the two slightly drunk very tall men (although Theo was taller than him by an inch or two, at least) examined the bar surface together, theorizing about the grime's origin. His gaze drifted up towards the ceiling and around, examining the cobwebs and the grunge that clung to the rafters. "That explains things." The shabby tavern looked like it was built with dirt and soot instead of hammers and nails. Luckily bars were one area of his life that was truly low maintenance. He just needed good drinks, a sturdy place to sit and wax philosophically as he drank and interesting conversation. The Hog's Head ticked off each box, making it acceptable if not ideal. "At least the liquor's strong." He took a long sip of his just to double check.
Fighting words. He laughed. Truly, if he did get in a drunken brawl over insulting Hogwarts, Gabriel thought he could take most of the patrons currently occupying bar space. Theo might be tricky, being so tall and broad. "We do have castles. White ones. They're only good if you're drunk, though." White Castles had 'castle' in the word and they were truly God's gift when you were hammered and hungry. So, they might not have castles in the traditional sense but the Brits didn't have the cheap, square burgers. Game, set and Match. "You think you are." he grinned and shook his head with a chuckle. "We'll never know, will we? There's not a drop of the stuff over here. You guys are all crazy for butterbeer." The blonde dropped his voice like he was bestowing the taller man with a deep, dark secret. "They call it beer and there's not even any alcohol in it."
Theo seemed a little bit exhausted by the fact people knew his name before they actually knew him, poor guy. Gabriel patted the man on the back as he sighed, the weariness sapping the silly, tipsy feeling right out of him. The auror in him kept his mouth shut when he inquired about which publication he'd read to learn about him, instead choosing to nod sympathetically as he spoke about reporters and the like. "Of course, what you have to say won't sell as many stories as what they can dream up. Like this one time back home... The way the newspapers spun a story it sounded like several No-Maj's were hospitalized after a Thunderbird attack when in reality a couple of them got dive bombed by an angry snidget that escaped into Central Park. A peck wound is hardly anything to see the Healers about." He shrugged and grinned again, running a hand through his dirty blonde hair. "But a Thunderbird sounds much more exciting."
Gabriel visibly brightened at Theo's offer to be his co-pilot. A real, actual possible friend was sitting right next to him. Remus didn't really count as a friend and he'd met some interesting people but they tended to all fade into the background, none of them offered to be his co-pilot. Hopefully Theo wouldn't fade into the background either. Then he asked what he did for work and the brightness died right on out because there was no way that someone like Theo would stay warm and cozy with someone from law enforcement, considering his history. He could be vague (like he normally would be) and just tell him that he worked for the Ministry but it was bound to come out, if not today then in the future and it would stomp out the seedling friendship. Best to get it over with. He deflated a little, shoulders drooping and took a sip of his firewhiskey for nerves before propping an elbow up on the bar top. "Auror."
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Post by Theo Ashland on Jun 10, 2017 3:14:39 GMT
Gabriel's compromise to their dirty, probably unhygienic surroundings made Theo laugh. He bumped the blonde with his elbow, just enough to be conspiring without jostling his drink. "That's the right idea. The dirtier the bar, the stronger the drink. I'm pretty sure that's a rule." It should be, at any rate. They could use all that strong alcohol to kill all the germs.
Theo was making Gabriel laugh, too, so they seemed to be off to a good start. Or just drunk already. But Theo fought with just as many people as he laughed with when he was drunk, so he was pretty sure this was good. He found it very refreshing to hit it off with someone and have the other person actually seem to like him, something he'd been striking out with quite often as of the past few months. "What? Drunken castles? Do tell me more!" Theo raised an eyebrow at Gabriel's description of American castles. Not a lot of castles you could actually drink in in the UK, at least not that Theo had been to - of course they weren't supposed to drink at Hogwarts, and historical museums didn't take too kindly to it, either.
And they definitely didn't drink any gigglewater there. Theo pouted dramatically at the news that there wasn't a drop of gigglewater in the entire country. "That's just a shame." And then, Gabriel went for butterbeer. Theo shot a warning look around the bar. Theo himself didn't have the biggest sweet tooth and was pretty indifferent to the stuff - but there were British wizards out there who would most certainly fight someone over insulting the country's favorite drink. Hogwarts they could let go, but butterbeer? Never. "I agree with you, honestly," Theo also lowered his voice, tilting his head in and grinning. "What a ruse. I must be a true bro."
He certainly hoped Gabriel saw him as a true bro - because the blonde recognized him now, and that never worked very well in Theo's favor unless he had something else pretty significant vouching for him. Gabriel seemed restrained somehow about his recognition, though, and Theo had no choice but to take that as a good sign. The blonde wasn't cursing or swinging at him, either, so that was probably good too. He even changed the subject, bless him. Theo listened, making sure to show his interest all over his expression. In all honesty, he didn't understand half the words his American counterpart was saying - but he was pretty sure he got the moral of the story. "That makes me the snidget, then, I suppose," he tried by way of some sort of explanation or excuse, because he still felt liked he owed Gabriel one even when he wasn't asking. He took a long sip of his drink, and when he was done, he was grinning back at the man.
Not just any man - his new, official co-pilot. Gabriel looked very happy with the offer and Theo was very happy with himself for not running him off - until he ruined everything with a question. Gabriel's brightness died just as soon as it showed up, so fast that Theo blinked and he looked like a different person. Did he say something wrong? Did the man not have a job, or something? Theo frowned, an apology on the tip of his tongue, but it dried up the moment Gabriel spoke. Or rather, Theo swallowed that apology and choked on it. He coughed and tried to suppress it with another long sip. "Oh." Theo turned toward Gabriel and gave him a shielded look. "You're not...working right now, are you?" Had he made a real friend, or just made friendly with the guy tailing him?
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Post by Gabriel Bishop on Jun 21, 2017 4:58:13 GMT
"Of course it's a rule." The blonde agreed with a bob of his head. "Probably because you've gotta be pretty drunk to overlook the grime." A healthy dose of alcohol could help one overlook almost anything and that's why it was so great. Gabriel took another swig of his whiskey as Theo's interest in white castles seemed to pique. The wizard gave his comrade a knowing grin and set down his drink. "Drunken anything is right up your alley, hm?" He could explain the gloriousness of the greasy little sandwiches but instead he chose to maintain the allure, lest he get too homesick for them. "It's not something that can really be explained, you've got to experience them yourself. One day you'll have to go get hammered in America. Only then can you be a true bro."
Theo thought he was a true bro already, because they agreed about the ludicrousness of calling something 'beer' when there was no beer in it. Gabriel chuckled and shook his head at the assertion. "Patience, grasshopper. If broship was that simple then everyone would be a bro." Their ridiculous conversation seemed perfectly logical, thanks to the whiskey soaking into his brain. "You know, No-Maj's have their own beer imposter. Root Beer. At least Butterbeer tastes good.. this stuff is awful." He shrugged again and nodded his head before laughing at his own little joke "And I'm the Wampus." The warrior, that was him. He'd fight for the Snidgets of the world, too.
Gabriel absolutely hated how one would could change the whole conversation. Moments ago they were drinking and laughing, having a good old time and now Theo was on his guard and the dynamic of their fledgling relationship had changed. They were no longer two men drinking away their troubles in a pub. Now he was an authority figure to be feared. The auror looked wistfully at the door to the pub. "I was, but the bastard got away. Just as well, I wasn't finished drinking yet."
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Post by Theo Ashland on Jul 5, 2017 3:54:48 GMT
"Lucky us, then," Theo said, grinning into another long sip of his very strong drink. This guy was on the total same page as Theo, and Theo liked him already. He understood the importance of strong drinks and adding a drunken element to everything, even castles. Theo nodded enthusiastically, his interest completely captured by these mysterious drunken castles. "I'll have to do that," he agreed. Especially if it meant becoming a true bro. "I feel like drinking at every pub in America will be a much larger feat, though. America is at least like...ten Englands. At least. Or do you only drink at the castles?" He could do it. Especially if he always felt like he did right now, just drunk enough to take on any outlandish challenge.
And just drunk enough to get maybe just a little ahead of himself. Already, in the deepest part of his (drunken) soul, Theo knew he was a bro. But true, he would have to prove himself. He bowed his head in reverence to Gabriel, ruining the whole thing by bursting into laughter. He looked back up again when Gabriel used his slang again, furrowing his eyebrows in faint memory. "No-Maj...what's that, again?" He made a face at the No-Maj beer. "Root beer? Like, made of roots? Vegetables? That sounds gross. Though I guess...no better than beer made with butter." Is that what butterbeer actually was? Who knew. Certainly not Theo, who was now drunk enough to snort laughter at Gabriel's use of another word he didn't immediately know. "The Wampus. I know what that is. Give me a minute." Theo's school days of learning this stuff were long behind him and he'd never bothered to culture himself since, but it was there, lurking in the back of his brain. Behind all the alcohol.
His mind was certainly a loose and fluid place right now, but not everything could be masked with booze. No amount of alcohol in the world could hide Theo from what he'd done, and trust him, he'd tried. He couldn't hide it from others, either, certainly not his new Auror companion. Despite the man's occupation, Theo didn't fully find himself wanting to run away from him with his tail tucked between his legs. Just a little bit. Gabriel seemed like such a nice guy, not at all like the Aurors that haunted him through the worst months of his life. In their defense, they were dealing with a person they thought was a Death Eater and/or murderer...but then again, so was Gabriel. He probably knew of Theo from his file and the other Aurors, not the papers like Theo feared...no, this was worse. And yet, Gabriel was still just treating him like any other bloke drinking in a dingy pub.
And he was working, but not in the way Theo expected (and dreaded). Gabriel wasn't here to watch him, but some other poor sap. Theo followed his gaze carefully to the door, and then looked back at the blonde, fiddling with his drink. "And I'm not in your way?"
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Post by Gabriel Bishop on Jul 7, 2017 0:24:06 GMT
Gabriel bobbed his blonde head. "Ten Englands. Plus America is pretty tricky. You think you've been everywhere on the map then realize Alaska and Hawaii are sneaky bastards. It is a monumental undertaking but..." He raised his glass as if toasting their drinking aspirations, valiant as they were "I think you would more than up to the task. If anyone can drink their way through America, true bros can." Gabriel took another long sip of whiskey, completely satisfied with his theory on old sketchy pubs and drink quality. It only made sense, but just in case he'd need to order another drink later.
The word No-Maj surprisingly seemed to confuse his new drinking buddy which Gabriel found very amusing. No-Maj was an easier word than muggle any day of the week. "No Magics. Non Wizards." He took another sip of his drink because he needed the pleasant burn of alcohol to get through the next ridiculous sentence out of his mouth. "You call them muckles. Muggles!" The auror snickered at himself, he'd been boots on the ground in Britain for several months now and he would never get used to the term. "That word's ridiculous, sounds like it came straight out of somebody's ass. At least No-Maj makes sense." It was a rant that he would gladly rattle off to anyone who would listen because you could pry his American slang out of his cold dead hand along with the cookies that were definitely not biscuits. Theo wasn't pleased with the thought of rootbeer, a man after his own heart because they were totally on the same page. "Right? Trees are for wands, not beer." Never mind that actual beer essentially came from flowers, at least it wasn't root and bark.
An eyebrow was coaxed up, a playfully drunk grin on his face. "Don't tell me you know what a Wampus is and not a No-Maj." The magical creature was definitely a more obscure thing than no magics, but it seemed like he'd be waiting all night for Theo to come up with it on his own. "It's an Ilvermorny House. You've got houses here, don't you? Talking hat tells you where to go and all? Someone was definitely drunk when they thought that up." It definitely sounded like a 'Hold my beer, watch me make this hat talk' moment. They went from sharing cultural differences to the stiff awkwardness of Theo's past and his profession. Being an auror was not something that usually caused discomfort on it's own, most people didn't have the history that Theo did with the Ministry... But the Ministry had cleared him of wrong doing and that was good enough for Gabriel. He still had some optimistic faith in the Ministry, that hadn't been completely robbed from him. If not the Ministry itself, he had faith in the Auror department. They were a good group, even if they had to answer to a woman who thrived in corruption.
"Nah, you're not in the way." he peered into his glass and then drained the last bit of it before signaling to the bartender for another one. "Bet that's something you don't hear very often, guy your size?" Gabriel grinned at his own humor and ran a hand through his hair. "So if I remember from your file you're a Healer or something? What's that like?"
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Post by Theo Ashland on Jul 20, 2017 7:51:51 GMT
Yep, Theo was officially Drunk with a capital D. Drunk enough that not only did he think he could drink his way across America without a hitch - Alaska and Hawaii included - he was drunk enough to think it was actually an excellent idea. Theo raised his glass when Gabriel did, slopping only a little of its contents onto the bar (it was dirty anyway, no harm done) and downed a gulp through a goofy smile. "I'll start in...um, New York. New York, right?" He was pretty sure that's where Gabriel said he was from. It would be the perfect place to start his bro trip with his new bro.
No Magics, right. That's what they called them in New York, and everywhere else in America. Theo nodded in understanding, breaking into a bout of drunken giggles when Gabriel started laughing at himself. "Muckles," he snorted. "I think I like that better. No-Maj does sound pretty slick, though." Maybe he and Gabriel could start a linguistic revolution on the island...yeah. There was another grand drunken idea. Gabriel was inspiring lots of those in him - along with the alcohol, of course - with his bro-ness and his smart opinions. Opinions always sounded smart when they matched Theo's own. "That, is an excellent point," he tapped his glass against Gabriel's before taking another sip and grinning. "We've got to go to America now, to stop these crazy root people."
Wampus. Wampus Wampus Wampus. Theo knew the word, but Gabriel grinning at him wasn't helping him remember how he knew it. "I do! Just...give me a sec." In that second, Theo hiccuped. Then Gabriel was stepping in to answer for him and Theo resigned into another sip. "I knew that," he laughed, and then the image of a drunken Sorting Hat made him laugh even harder. Gabriel never exactly said the Sorting Hat itself was drunk but, well...that's where Theo's current frame of mind went. "You're probably right. He put me in Gryffindor, the drunk." Theo never felt very much like a Gryffindor. That didn't really bother him now, but when he was in school, it was a pretty big point of contention for him. He had no idea where he belonged at all. A familiar tinge of that feeling made him frown now, deepened by his revelation of his new bro, the Auror. Theo couldn't help the nerves, but...Gabriel seemed honest. Genuine. He seemed like he actually just wanted a drinking buddy. When he made a joke of the tension and then continued their conversation, Theo forced himself to relax and laughed, shaking his head. With one last sip he emptied his glass, throwing his hand up after Gabriel sent the bartender after another drink so he could get one, too. If Gabriel really wanted a drinking buddy, a drinking buddy he would have.
"Healer, yeah. I love my job," he said, nodding. "It's hectic and madness and something new every day and I love it. It just really makes me feel like I'm doing something worthwhile with my life, you know?" Theo could get passionate about his job when he was stone cold sober - there was no hope for his listener when he was drunk. Theo lived for his job. He'd wandered through twenty-odd years of life with absolutely no direction and then finally found something he knew he wanted to do for the rest of his life. He was glad they'd let him keep it. "It can be taxing, too though. It's one of those jobs you sort of wish didn't have to exist, because it only exists because there's people out there getting hurt or whatever. I think that's why you have to love it so much to be able to do it. All my coworkers are the same." Theo gazed at Gabriel for a moment before grinning. "You sort of look like my partner, Tristan. I think you'd like him. He likes to drink too but he's not as funny as me." For emphasis, Theo laughed at himself.
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