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Dylan could still feel the hand print of Marcus' slap on his back. What a weird sensation. He had never really been slapped on the back before. It felt kind of good. Was better than round the face anyway. Much much better.
"I would steer clear of the firewhisky, Sir. I hear it rots you from the inside out." Well it was true. "Butterbeer is far better for you. Less likey to get you into compromising positions." And pumpkin juice wa far more safer. But less manly. He couldn't tell Lawson that he only drank pumpkin juice. Only little girls drank pumpkin juice. Not strapping 16 year old men.
"It does more than that Dylan but I'll wait until you're older to share those stories." Marcus chuckled, he actually preferred to drink wine these days but you did not walk into the Hogs Head and order wine, it just simply wasn't done.
Marcus gazed around the pub looking for a place to sit. There certainly were quite a few kids in here. Just as he spotted an empty table, he heard someone call out his name and he looked over to the bar and grinned, "Come on Dylan, let me introduce you to the bartender."
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Samuel Huxley Turning around as he noticed the door open, Samuel smiled for the first time since the bar had opened. Finally an adult in his bar and one he recognized.
"Yo Axe" he called out above the annoying chatter from the kids. "Long time no see, man." He pulled out a bottle of firewhiskey from underneath the bar and placed it onto the counter. "The usual, I presume?"
"Hey Sammy" Marcus replied, walking up to the bar and shaking the bartender's hand and giving the man's shoulder a good slap. "Good to see you dude." He looked at the bottle of firewhiskey and suppressed a shudder, man he really hated that stuff, "Of course what else would I drink?"
Reaching into his robes, Marcus pulled out a glass and gave the bartender a wink, "Even brought my own glass."