It wasn't often that Scorpius went to the Leaky Caldron. Usually, the man would go to Satan's if he wanted a drink, or some hole-in-the wall muggle bar if he didn't want to be recognized. However, tonight he had spotted his cousin striding into Satan's only a few steps in front of him, and had promptly turned around and walked in the opposite direction as a result. It wasn't that the man didn't like his cousin, but the other wizard could be trying at times. Scorpius had then stated to head towards his favorite muggle bar, before realizing that he was craving firewhiskey more than anything else, and the magical drink certainly wouldn't be served where he was going. And so, the man had ended up at the Leaky Caldron.
Sitting at the bar, the wizard took a decent sized gulp of his second drink, raising his eyebrows as a witch downed the whole thing in one go. "How drunk are you trying to get yourself?" the man asked teasingly, directing the question the blonde not four feet away from were he was seated. Firewhiskey was a strong drink, and one that took very little time to kick in.