Not in My Backyard

[Edmund Grimm]

For one bewildered moment Ed was lost. He'd just assumed everyone would get a refill of whatever they'd already been drinking. And of course looking to Jon was not helpful in the slightest. "Uh... the house brew?" Was there even a house brew?

"And if there isn't one" he paused, looking thoroughly uncertain. "Your finest whiskey, then?" for one awful moment he couldn't remember if muggles had whiskey which, even he had to admit, was stupid. "I will do my part of course." he lowered his voice a touch, meaning it only for the bartender. Whiskey got expensive and maybe getting arrested would be cheaper at this point.

  

[Jonathan Webster]

"Maybe your cheapest whiskey instead," Jon added helpfully, kicking Ed's Real Leg under the table again.

  

[Atticus Sharpe]

“A mid-range whiskey, I would say,” Atticus responded, eyes twinkling with a mixture of humour and dare—a dare to try to cheap out when the innkeep could have had the wizard arrested. Without waiting for a response, the muggle set about pouring the ‘volunteered’ beverages.

  

[Edmund Grimm]

"On your recommendation, then" Ed said, deflating in his chair. He tossed the securely packaged cards onto the table. They were now benign, ordinary, and somewhat less illegal but he was still happy to have them out of his hands. Sometimes it was exhausting being the responsible one in a reckless party of two.

"I'll have two, if you please."

  

[Jonathan Webster]

Goddamnit. Jon, accepting defeat for now, kicked Ed's good leg under the table again. "Excellent," Jon said cheerfully, "What a good deal."

  

[Atticus Sharpe]

Satisfied that the two wizards would not cause any further trouble tonight, Atticus poured the drinks before returning to his work, though one eye remained on the pair until they left the inn.