Being kicked out of the house was not exactly what Mycroft was expecting when he had asked Teagan how the wedding planning was going. Apparently asking was a bad thing to do, because she seemed all the more stress. It wasn't the most idea time for them either, he knew what happened at the ball had stressed her out, after all it had taken place in her turf. Still, he wasn't expecting her to tell him to go off and do something...sociable. he was almost disgusted by what she had said, but he had done as asked, avoiding a fight more than anything. Having her kick him out, but at least letting him crawl into bed earlier was worth it.
"Women" he muttered.
It seemed that his life was surrounded by them, from his adopted daughter to Teagan, to his sister who was still having that stupid resentment over the family affair. His father was still sore about him taking over and his mother was too busy trying to soothe his father to even care what was going.
He didn't have friends, he didn't do friends, but he did do alcohol he supposed. He hadn't entered the pub since he was eighteen and an Auror, but it seemed almost ten years later here he was. Sitting down on the empty bars, he immediately asked for whiskey.
"I need another one Joe."
He looked back and saw the man calling out to the bartender. The man had been working here since he was a teenager. Looking back he noticed that it had been Greg who was drinking by himself. He was friendly with the man, at least in the sense that he was tolerable. He greeted him by a lift of his whiskey not making any movement in case he wasn't welcomed.
Home 
