Grunt... grunt....

Wearing a black t-shirt with a white jacket on top and a pair of blue jeans like he just don't care. His hair was messy as usual, he wasn't in the mood to worries about his look for the day. Andrian just felt like drinking something, something strong to wash away the pain. With a gentle push, he pushed the door open and took a step in and stood there for a second just to gather everything together. Every one in the room stared at him for a second and turned away to continue what they were doing. It was still the same moody, smelly place he had always remembered it. He could still smell the boose and sweat stinging his nose. He couldn't careless, sighing he took a step forward he began to walk his way to the bartender. 'One fire whiskey please,' grumbled Andrian to the barkeeper with a gentle smile as he reached for pocket. 'four sickles,' the barkeeper grumbled back. 'Thank, keep the change,' spoke Andrian, handing him the money as he took his seat around the bar. He could really uuse a drinking buddy at the moment

Ne'Os stepped in through the backdoor as quietly as possible. No one looked at him as was the way he wanted it. He looked around for a second before spotting one of his old friends, Andrian. He looked a little disgruntled at the moment, though Ne'Os never prided himself on reading emotions. He slowly walked over to the bar and sat next to him. He gave a glance to the bartender and left five sickles in front of him. He turned to Andrian "Tough day?" he asked wondering if Andrian knew if the 40 year old man sitting next to him was actually Ne'Os. He gripped the space where his money had been to find a firewhisky. He took a sip and placed it back in front of him Managing all of this without taking his gaze off of his friend.


((Lol i don't remember if you and I have rp'd since Ne'Os was killed by Matt))

Andrian heard a familiar voice next to him and started to look up and turn his head towards the source of the voice. Andrian instantly recognized him and smiled at the familiar face. 'Ne'os, my old friend,' spoke Andrian, smiling at him, weakly. 'Been awhile,' he continued. 'The last time I saw you, you flung be half away across the bar nearly breaking half my neck,' he smirked. There was actually more to the story then that. Last time he remembered, they wreaked nearly half the bar. Andrian was happy to see a familiar face to keep him company these last few days hadn't been the best for him lately. Especially not since what happen the other night, he still hadn't forgiven himself since then.

(SORRY IT SUCKS :[ )

Ne'Os chuckled slightly at the memory "Yes well then we were on different sides. Now we are united by the hate of our dear minister. Besides whats a few broken vertebrae between friends" he said smiling. He wondered how much trouble it caused the owner of the bar to fix the place. He raised his glass "Well then a toast. To hostilities placed to a end due to the greatest dark wizard of all time coming back from the dead," he said rolling his eyes as he said the greatest dark wizard part.

((no worries ))

Andrian looked at Ne'os for a second and moved his head, then started to shake his head and chuckle quietly. 'Ah yes, things were much different back then,' he nodded in agreement. He glanced over to the owner of the bar was standing behind the bar not so far from him. He couldn't help but notice the little suspicious stare the owner gave him. Instantly he knew the owner had not yet forgiven him from wreaking half the bar the other night. 'Cheers, mate,' he grinned, raising his glass and clinking to his friends glass. 'Cheers..' he mumbled, taking a huge sip of fire whiskey and letting the burning sensation of the drink wash away the pain inside him. 'So what you been doing since the last time we've met, mate?' he asked, trying to break the awkward silence between them.

"Oh what does one such as my self do really. I would like to say i settled down and had..more children and just lived life. but that's not very true is it?" he said rhetorically. "What i have actually done is take over one of the most pathetic terrorist groups in the world, defy the most powerful wizard alive, and then make one of the most questionable decisions that any death eater leader could make. That of course being to ally myself with a vigilantly group of wizards who's soul purpose is to see me and my kind dead and wiped from the planet." he said sounding very sarcastic and much like the teenager he really was underneath the 40 year old face. He eyed his firewhisky again and took a sizable gulp of it not helping but to cough slightly at the burning sensation.