crash course (open)

Tristan walked into the pub with only one thing in mind. A fire whiskey mixed with a bit of Butter beer. She found that the butter beer gave it a sweet taste and the fire whiskey a bit of a punch. She sat at the bar and laughed as the barmaid tried to flirt with a guy. He claimed to be an auror. Adults were just too desperate at times. It amused her. She smiled softly and rolled her eyes as the barmaid walked away. “Pathetic.” She mumbled to herself. She smirked at the girl when she brought her her drink. “Thanks.” She smiled fakely and sipped her drink. As she walked to the door, she wasnt paying attention and crashed into someone sending butterbeer everywhere, especially all over her.

Narkissos was bored; he didn't like spending most of the time in Hogwarts, so he decided it'd be a good idea to try to get some fresh air. What better way than going down to Hogsmeade? He decided to see if the new fake ID he got would do its job. It had gotten boring only being able to access alcohol of sorts at parties if he had to be honest. Narkissos entered the restaurant only to find himself on the floor. Seeing who it was, he raised an eyebrow. "Are you drunk or something?"

Tris was about to apologize when the guy decided I be rude and ask if she was dunk. She frowned and crossed her arms over her chest "wanna try that apology again?" She asked with a raised eyebrow as a soft growl built up in her chest

He raised an eyebrow and smirked at his classmate. "Oh, darling, musn't you calm down? 'Twas only a simple inquiry. Young women like you musn't be prancing around without some sort of guidance, especially with various beverages in sight," Narkissos responded. He decided to try to hold back the laughter as he waited for her response.

Tristan frowned a bit. She wasnt sure what to say at this point so she opted for just staying silent and crossing her arms over her chest and huffing in frustration at the boy in front of her. "Are you insinutating I cant protect myself from the likes of others?" She asked with a raised eyebrow

Narkissos couldn't help but lose it; he found himself in a fit of laughter that caused a few stares. "Oh, Lycanthe, don't you realize that if you're going to use a fake ID, you're gonna have to watch where you're going so people wouldn't assume that you're some drunkard? It's about being classy."

Tristan's eyebrow s widened then narrowed at him and a snarl ripped through her throat "fuck off Jetson" she said a bit hurt but more upset than anything. She huffed angrily and stepped around him and went back to her table

"Oh, Jetson is such a meanie pants! He likes to be mean and hurt my feelings! Boo hoo hoo," he commented imitating the Gryffindor. "Get a grip on yourself, Lycanthe. This won't matter after graduation anyway."