Harry's day had been a very long one. Though not one that couldn't be neatly tied close by a couple drinks in a quiet bar. Well, a usually quiet bar.

Friday's weren't usually quiet nights. Young people who were a little too loud, drunks that didn't know when to call quit and fed up people that wanted to blow off steam to start the weekend right.

Harry could barely care. He was here to numb things out anyway, to drink enough to not think right in the first place. Attempts to stop doing so hadn't been all that successful, but that's to be expected, right? One more time wouldn't make a difference. So here he was.

An hour turned to hours of sulking on his own. He had talked the ears off of a could patrons who had brushed the old-ish drunk by now. Which is why the unfamiliar face walking in caught his attention.