James Potter had always been the animal of the party. Always the first to get drunk and last to go down when the party was over. This time, though, he didn't have the energy. He just rested his head in his arms as he leaned against the counter of the bar he had gone to with his friends to cheer himself up after an incredibly bad day. He sat on a stool and watched as the others danced and laughed together while he just say there, playing with the straw of his now empty drink.