A drink and a smoke

[Valcan Drage]

Retirement was not treating Valcan well. He was prone to nasty temperament and irritability that went hand in hand with his age. Anyone who had the stomach to call him a crotchety old man- or call him anything, really- would find themselves in the gutter. He'd been craving an assignment, but he had yet to commit murder following his leave from the Ministry. This was bad form. It was embarrassing, really. He did not wish to be the Death Eater who let the years rot him from the outside in.

Perhaps he would find something in London worth killing. The man traced his steps to an out-of-the-way pub. It had been a favorite of his and Bearse's during their earlier years, a place where their kind could fester in peace. Bearse was long dead. Not a day passed by where he didn't remember that, and where he didn't want to hunt down Rambolt and snap her pretty little neck. Unfortunately, that was not feasible for his time and location. He would pay homage instead to his friend with a drink and a smoke.

He tore through the tavern, his boots thundering on hardwood. The man squinted his eyes, seeking a booth. There it was. Unfortunately, some dolt going a different direction smacked right into him. "Watch where you are going," Valcan growled. It wasn't difficult to tell that he wasn't from England. His body was thick, but his accent was even thicker. He started for his booth again. If he was given any trouble here, well, cigars burned skin quite nicely.

 

[Nicolette Styx]

Nicolette was a little over five months pregnant and at the moment she was in one of those moods where she would just love to aim a strong punch at someone's head. It was purely hormonal based though because she normally would never think about being so violent and mean to people all the time except while she was currently pregnant with her newest son Bothizar. 'Another boy to add to the mix.' She thought bitterly to herself for a moment before she sighed to herself and attempt to calm down. Nicolette wasn't really all that bitter about it, she loved her unborn baby regardless of the gender but she was still really hoping for a baby girl this time. It was rare for her to go out and do anything she thought was fun except for talking walks and spending time with Kailie and or any of her other family members . However since her mood wasn't really all that awesome today she decided to avoid being around her family until it perked up a little due so she wouldn't have to risk yelling at them or anything that she didn't mean to do.

So Nicolette opted for a random walk located at some place random, somewhere in England. Her dress followed at her side as she walked slowly throughout the street, since her mood wasn't all that great she wasn't really paying all that much attention to where she was going and before she knew it she had bumped into someone with her bulging pregnant stomach. "Ooof....maybe you shouldn't just stand there then, moron." She spat back, her hormones not even giving her time to relax and try to think with a cool head like she usually did. But the baby would not allow her emotions to function normally and before she knew it her golden eyes were glaring at the man she had bumped into.

 

[Stefan Mosyakov]

Life was unkind and boring for Lirael at the present time. One year had gone past since she had divorced her unquestionably pathetic husband, and since then she had been bar hopping in search of interesting people. No such luck. They were either mudblood plebeians or perverted men who only wanted a night with her before slagging off back to their wives. She had come to realise that what she really wanted most was to see the world she was gliding through burn rather than sink into its shallow depths. So she had come to this part of the world not in search of friendship but of trouble. True to her bloodline, a general disdain for men was the attitude in which Lirael operated under, so it was no surprise to her when the cause of the sought-after trouble she stepped in to was caused by one. She was not familiar with the bar but she didn't need to be to make her way around; or so she had thought.

"Vot are you both standing there for in the way? I can hardly move past," said Lirael, wrinkling her nose slightly at the two people that she had nearly collided with. It was no wonder there was no room to move; the culprits blocking her path were a pregnant woman and an intimidatingly large man. Rather than being taken aback by the already unwelcoming looks that the two were giving each other, Lirael was further enamoured. "Fanden da også, is this a stand off? Move for the pregnant woman, narrøv." She directed at the man in smooth Danish tones. A strange feeling overtook her that she knew the man but could not place from when or where. It had been a very long time ago for Lirael. Most of her family were Death Eaters and no doubt one of them had pointed out Valcan to her in passing as a little girl as someone not to cross. But these thoughts were far away as she crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow at him.

Danish Translation:
Fanden da også - For ****'s sake
Narrøv - Jack*ss