after succumbing to farleigh’s taunts like a fish in a net, you found yourself at the front of the bar of the king’s arms with five whole pounds, a few coins, and a dream. at this point, you were wishing that you would’ve stayed with michael gavey rather than sauntering over to felix after he beckoned you over to his table. but i suppose this was felix’s chance to pay you back after you had graciously helped him with his flat bicycle tyre. guess who’s fault that was.

but you couldn’t back out of this now. not while you had the chance to prove yourself. whether if it was for felix’s sake or to save your own dignity, you were going to pay for these jägerbombs one way or another. you were not about to humiliate yourself for the likes of these obnoxious pricks after they had already egged you on for shots.

god, the things peer pressure could to a person.

luck never seemed to be on your side, did it? of course you didn’t have enough money for drinks. after all, you could barely pay for your education in a place like oxford. you could feel the bartender’s eyes practically burning through you before a familiar presence tapped your shoulder.

“thought you might need a hand with these ones, mate. you dropped this on the floor. by your feet,” felix said, handing over a twenty-pound note that was most definitely not yours.

“i was gonna nick it, but i thought i’d do the right thing.”