Pills and Potions

[Troian Pierce]

New York City was a place frought with memories for Troian and she did not come back often. Only for games against the American league, which so rarely happened, and when she was forced to attend events like today. A fiftieth birthday party for her father was what brought her back but it didn't keep her there. Not for long. The witch ducked away from the hugs and the greetings with family members she barely knew and in turn barely knew her anywhere but in memories she could not share with them as she was too young. With a quick pop she found herself in a pub she had snuck into as a teenager more than once to have some firewhiskey. It'd been fun for a girl who was always so focused on maintaining a perfect balance between her intakes and outtakes so that she could be a great quidditch player one day. Now it was much the same but she had a more recognizable face so she ordered her drink - firewhiskey on the rocks - and looked around the pub for the place she could easily keep herself away from attention. There seemed to be less of a possibility in that than actually going back to the party she was meant to be at but she still managed to find an empty booth, where she sat with her drink in peace for the most part.

Troian Pierce wanted very much to apparate back to her Australian home that she had made for herself but as she kept drinking and feeling the burning down her throat her inhibition and her stubbornness seemed to slowly ebb away, leaving her looking around the room once more for some fun. Whatever that might entail.

omg anna this is such crap, i haven't rp'd in forever. sorry!