The stale stench of beer and a musky working man scent permeated Draco's sensitive nostrils. "I thought that this was supposed to be a `gentlemen's club'," he groused under his breath.
Head's shifted and eyes flickered in his direction as Draco made his way towards the bar. Taking a seat, he tried to ignore the incessant prickling of being watched that had the hairs on the back of his neck tingling. "What'll it be pup, milk?" A gruff individual seated next to Draco snickered as he wiped his mouth on his grungy sleeve.
"As a matter of fact," Draco said as he turned on his stool, trying to ignore the pungent fragrance wafting off the man. "Milk sounds like a right fine idea. While we're at it, how's about we have a bath drawn for my new friend here." Smirking, Draco upended a small pouch full of gold galleons onto the bar.
Eyes widening, the offender growled low in his throat before launching himself at Draco, "You insolent little brat!"
"Oh dear," a high pitched voice cried out from somewhere near the back of the pub. "STOP!" It squealed, only seconds too late.
Draco had side-stepped the raging drunken man and in the process dropped his wand into his hand from where it had been concealed up the sleeve of his robes. As his assailant clambered up from where he had fallen amidst the stools, Draco met his angry gaze with the point of his wand. "I'm not looking for trouble," he hissed. "However, I will be more then happy to oblige if that is what you wish."
"Mr. Malfoy, MR. MALFOY, oh dear heavens me," the squeak of a voice called out as it emanated from the path that was being cut through the crowd of gathers, though no face could be matched to it. "Oh no," it wailed on last time as Draco finally spotted a miniscule stump of a man in turquoise robes reach the edge of observers. "Oh Carl how could you offend a client, you Blockhead."
Kicking the man now labeled as Carl hard in the shin, the dwarf of a man then raised his eyes to Draco. "My apologies sir, oh behalf of my ex-carriage driver," stressed and hissed, cutting his eyes toward Carl whose head now hung in shame.
"You're Dinglemyer?" Draco lifted a brow in question.
A/N: ok ok ok I know it's a crummy place to leave it…but I've been inspired to start writing again…especially seeing as how I have a break coming up….but until that break I have finals to study for and papers to write, etc….but I wanted to post something so that everybody would that I shall hopefully be making more of an appereance……
I'll write more for my other fic, Identity as soon as I get a chance to re watch the bourne identity, its been soo long I need to re acquaint myself with it…but other then that review!! Its nice to know you care…..anything you might suggest….or even guesses to see if anybody can tell where this is going….haha its all good!! Peace…out
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