Drinking

[Sam Bailey]

I sat in the Leaky Cauldron, tipping my chair back slightly against the wall, a bottle of firewhiskey pressed up against my lips, but not drinking.
I was watching, everyone, just out of interest.
Wondering who they were, who's side they were on, whether they were content, or on the brink of breaking down.
It was an interesting thought.
I take a swig of firewhiskey, not taking my eyes away from a crowd of people I was watching and contemplating at the moment up by the bar.

[darkice]

I walked in to the Leaky Cauldron. I wanted a strong drink. I went up to the bar and had a seat next to a guy drinking firewhiskey. The bartender came over.

What can I get you, sweethear? he asked.

"Can I get a glass of Charry, please," I replied.

He went over and poured it into a glass. He brought it over to me and smiled. I paid him and took a sip. It was strong, but that was the way I liked it. I continued to sip on it casually.

[Sam Bailey]

I watch the girl up by the bar, order a glass of Charry.
Interesting. I hadn't seen her around before.
And she didn't seem to fit in with any of the other groups around the bar.
I shrug it off, glancing around again and taking another swig of firewhiskey.