One drink, two drinks...

Three Broomsticks was really the place where Darien could just sit and drink for hours. Now he was there, salad on the table, whiskey glass in his hand and he took a sip. Ah... that felt good. He had always liked muggles alcohol more, than wizards, and he was grateful, that Three Broomsticks had this kind of drinks there.
Darien had just arrived, and he sat in the corner, next to the fireplace, but there was almost no light on him. It was dark, but warm there, and since it was raining outside, he now enjoyed the warmth of the fire. It was really good and having salad and whiskey... it only made him wish, that his Master would be there there. But he wasn't.

OOC: For Rosheen.

Rosheen walked into the Three Broomsticks in the most unsuitable clothes she could find for the day. It was raining and she was wearing a long dress made of purple silk that didn't have proper sleeves. The bottom half of them was made of see through lilac silk. The rain had completely caught her by surprise. There she was, walking down the street, when she got rained on. She was lucky to have been within walking distance of the Three Broomsticks. She went to the bar and got herself a Firewhisky. On occaision, she would have a Muggle shot or gin and tonic but today, she felt like having a wizard drink. She saw ever table was pull apart from one. There was one guy sitting there but most guys didn't mind Rohseen sitting with them. She walked over...

"Mind if I sit here?" She didn't wait for an answer. Which was probably rude but Rosheen was very wet and her hair turned nasty when wet. She looked at the guy opposite her. "Hey, what's occuring? I'm Rohseen." She looked at him and took a drink of Firewhisky...

Darien looked up, when some lady talked to her. He was so in his thoughts, that his salad was still almost untouched. He shrugged his shoulders for answer, but this girl already sat and seemed really enthusiastic. Darien anted to be this happy, too. But he couldn't, because he was so stuck with his Master. He wouldn't allow himself to look for others he could love. Yeah...
"Hey," he said eventually. "I'm Darien," he added, and a slight smile appeared on his face. He looked at Rosheen for a while and then turned his eyes to his food. He couldn't eat. Darien felt so sick that he just... he just couln't even think of eating this salad.

Rosheen took one look at him and immediately sqw that he wasn't well. "Hi Darien. Are you feeling alright? You don't look well" She was actually concerned for a stranger. She looked at him again. There was something in his face, something that made him look naturally ill. He had a bowl of salad in front of him. She actually felt really concerned for him. She seriously hoped that he would get better. She then realised something about his eyes. She kept trying not to look for posible people to be The One. They just appeared at her. She wanted a break and it seemed that Darien was a nice guy, just a little ill. She looked at him again. He seemed distracted. She smiled at him, hoping to make conversation...

Darien frowned and then, after a while, nodded. "Yes, I'm fine," he said, and smiled slightly. He looked at Rosheen and smiled again. "So, what brings you here?" he asked curiously. He wasn't in mood to talk, but he'd do anything not to talk about himself. He knew he looked odd, but he tried to hide it. And he didn't want to sit in silence, it would be awkward. When she had started the conversation, it was nice to continue. Not to stay in silence. if she wouldn't said anything, Darien wouldn't have said anything and just sat there and... look at his salad he now disliked.

Rosheen was startng to like him actually. That was odd. She found it hard to make conversation this easily. But anyway, she liked chatting. "I'm going shopping for my friend's birthday and her getting a new job. Editor of the Daily Prophet. But, my original plan was to buy myself some new clothes and get a drink here. I scrapped the clothes because of the rain. I believe an owl is taking them to my house." She smiled and laughed a little at herself. She really hoped she could stay friends with this guy. Even if they had just met. There was.... something about him that Rosheen liked.

Darien listened her with little interest. He was too deep in his own thoughts, that he just... well, after few moments he remembered not much. "That sounds... cool," he said eventually and took a sip from his whiskey. Now he can't get himself drunk, either. That would be rude. How sad. "So um... you will stay here long?" he asked then. He liked being alone more, than talking with others, who never get his thoughts and his feelings. Master did, but he is not there anymore. Even though he was maybe too rude for some people, he was... he understood, what Darien wanted to say and he was always there, when Dar needed him. But not anymore.

Rosheen shut up when she realised how bored he looked. And when he asked her how long she would stay, she got up, downed her Firewhisky. She gave him a cold stare. She hadn't practiced her Scream for a while, maybe she should try it on him. She gave him another cold look then just stared at him, coldly and imposive...

Darien followed her moves, and smiled a bit. "Sorry, if I offended you. I'm just not used to company, you know," he said then, and took his fork, to eat some of his salad. He had to eat, you know. Even if he wasn't in mood. And he wasn't in mood for apologizing, either, but well... he didn't want her to leave in this kind of mood. She looked offended, but what did he know? He little left his house and talked to others, only paid for his ordered foods. So yes, he didn't know how to talk to others.

Her look softened once he apologised. She didn;t mind if he was a bit rude, just he had to make up for it. It seemed like he didn't get out much. She felt sorry for him, the poor guy. "It's fine, I get like that sometimes as well." She smiled at him...