`a drink... or two? | OPEN

[Aaron Tate]

Just like that, the summer flew by. It felt like it was just yesterday that he was just back at the Caribbean sipping drinks from freshly cut coconut and now, back to Hogwarts; another year of teaching mindless children on ways to become a great wizards or witches of their own. It was just his luck, right. Of course, as an educator Aaron should have felt glad about returning to school, excited even, wait, who was he kidding? He was only twenty-four years old after all. Being stuck in a castle day in and day out trying to keep student that was closer to his age than any of the Professors on staff out of trouble wasn’t exactly the kind of thing he would ever look forward to. Maybe, just maybe in ten years he would get the hang of the job, finally. Well, he had only been doing it for a couple of years so far anyway. It wasn’t as if there was a manual on how to be a decent teacher in the first place, he was going in blind!

Alas, after another one of those long days running to the rescue after first years, Aaron had finally gotten the break he deserved. The Three Broomsticks; a famous hang out spot for students and professors alike, a warm place, just the place that he needed after a very long day. The atmosphere in the place quickly took over the moment he pushed open the door; Aaron was back, no longer dragging his feet behind him, almost sprinting his way through the place towards the bar. Finally, a place where it wouldn’t be necessary for him to act his age – wait, there are downsides being a teacher. He would still have to act his age. Again, just his luck.

[Iris Parevelle]

Iris was still on the clock, she sat at the bar gripping a butterbeer, feeling slightly childish. It had been years since her last butterbeer, and suddenly drinking it made her feel ancient in regards to those surrounding her. But she needed a break from work, and was in a desperate need of a place to warm up. Iris gulped the warm drink, it was sickeningly sweet and she felt herself wince out of disgust, retracting herself from the drink and pushing it far away. No wonder kids were doing such stupid shit these days, they were too hopped up on all the sugar in the drinks to think with a straight mind. Her mind wandered for a moment as she wondered if there could be some sort of ban implemented on Butterbeer... perhaps to regulate the sugar or something. Maybe it would prevent teenage delinquency? Hm....

[Aaron Tate]

At any rate, Aaron wasn’t expecting to engage in any sort of conversation, nothing other than trying to get the attention of the barman to get him a bottle of drink. However, the moment he saw the woman sitting beside him wincing after sipping a mouthful worth of butterbeer, he just couldn’t help him. “Come on, it couldn’t be that bad,” Aaron blurted. In a split second, his attention was switched from feeling sorry for his very existence to being all worked up over a bottle off a perfectly good butterbeer. “It’s a butterbeer,” He added, looking completely perplexed by the idea that someone actually distasted the taste of his favourite drink. True, Aaron was old enough to purchase a firewhiskey, but, he had always preferred the sweet taste of the butterbeer, it was always nicer than some strong alcoholic drink in his book.

[Iris Parevelle]

Iris didn't normally associate with those around her. She had little if any connections to people outside of work. She was admittedly a workaholic, and not pleasant company to be around most often as her conversations tended to revolve solely on work. She accept this fate. But with her attention being grabbed, she couldn't help but acknowledge the boy beside her. She looked at him, young thing. She hoped he didn't intend to pick her up with that sort of comment. She wasn't interested in the new fad the world was facing of cougar life. She liked her men with a little experience on their belt. "wait till you grow up and try the real stuff." she laughed, unamused. "I'd like to hear your thoughts on butterbeer then."

[Aaron Tate]

It was Aaron’s turn to cringe. It was not the first time for someone thinking that he was younger than he looked. Maybe it was his boyish look or it could be because of his refusal to drink anything stronger than a bottle of butterbeer. Either way, people tend to treat him like a child. “Tried those,” Aaron said boringly, almost offended by the assumption made by the woman before him. It was not the first time someone thinking that he was younger, but that doesn’t mean that he couldn’t be at the very least, offended. “Not a big fan of alcoholic beverages,” He added boringly, as he signaled the barman to take his order. “Butterbeer,” He said, making a quick order before turning his attention back to the woman. “Getting drunk was never my favourite thing to do, that’s why I’ve always preferred to stick with something that’s not too strong,” Aaron spoke again.

[Iris Parevelle]

Iris raised a brow at the young thing. He seemed offended and obviously deluded. She didn't appreciate stupidity, nor people assuming she was some trashy woman who got herself drunk silly every night. Though she couldn't admit to never being caught getting drunk, in her line of work such things were inevitable. "It's not always a matter of getting drunk. A drink is a drink". He was too young to understand the real world, and his attempt to credit himself on experience made her laugh. "The French drink wine with their meals, does that mean the whole country is filled with drunks?" she questioned, it was rhetorical and obvious that she had got him. It didn't surprise her though as she was clearly older than him. She lifted her drink and took another gulp, swallowing the sickly sweet drink, trying to shove out her desire for a real drink.

[Aaron Tate]

It was not Aaron’s day, if he had known that the woman sitting next to him was overly sensitive, Aaron could bet his life on it that he would have not talked to her in the first place. He couldn’t help but to want to mentally kick himself for landing into such trouble. “Taking wine with meal is completely different than drinking it straight,” Aaron said as he tried to reason with the difficult woman before him. “It wasn’t even sensible to compare drinking wine with food and simply drinking in the first place,” He added. It was maybe not the best idea to challenge the woman before him, but, Aaron felt like her logic was flawed in the first place. It was like comparing a drunk to a guy who would drink on occasional basis. All in all, it was absurd from Aaron’s point of view. Not to mention the fact that he had never seen anyone French puke on the roadside after a meal, but he sure had seen some unfortunate regular drunks staggering around before landing in their own pool of vomit.

[Iris Parevelle]

"Are you insinuating that someone can only get drunk if they dont eat?" she scoffed. The boy was so foolish it worried her a little of future generations. What would the world come to with dumbasses sprouting amongst the population? "In that case congradulations! You've just solved the issue of alcoholism. Eat with your drinks folks, and everything will be fine" she mocked him loudly, unable to contain herself. Iris had never been what one would call a 'people' person. Which was most likely why she fit into her job so well. The ability to seperate compassion with the law disposed of any bias she may have felt.

Looking to the side at him she raised a brow "Shouldn't you be in school or something?" she questioned a little irritated. What was up with the education system these days?

[Aaron Tate]

“No, you’re the one insinuating that someone can only get drunk if they don’t eat,” Aaron replied. It just wasn’t his day, but he wasn’t going to let it go down the drain. As it turned out, the saying about you would get wiser with age turned out to be completely wrong. It was just pathetic that the woman before him wasn’t able to completely understand what he was saying or even attempted to cleverly made him explain himself, rather she just boast around about her own wisdom and demean his point of view causing Aaron to wonder whether she was just as hostile to everyone else or was it just him. “I was merely stating that having a wine with a meal and drinking it straight are two different things,” He added, reasoning would only fail him, but he wasn’t going to give up that easily. “Taking a wine with food is a form of art, you do not simply drink the wine, you pick the wine that would better suit your taste according to your choice of meal,” Aaron stated. He wasn’t going to pretend that he knew much about wine, but he wasn’t as ignorant as to think that people would drink wine to get drunk. There was more to wine, or why else would there be an annual wine tasting every year?

School? Aaron couldn’t help but cringed. He had always hated to be mistaken to be younger. He was already twenty four years old, yet from time to time, people still seemed to think that he was still in school. But, he wasn’t going to give the woman the pleasure of getting to him, instead he simply said, “I’m done for the day.”

[Iris Parevelle]

Iris ignored his retort. She didn't appreciate people trying to twist things as her fault because fact was, she was always right. Craddling the sweet drink in her hands she stared dully at nothing in particular, attempting some sort of meditation. Ordinarily she never really believed in that mumbo jumbo, but she was teetering on the edge of ordering a drink and slapping the young boy silly. One of which would most likely result in some sort of child abuse. Wincing at the thought she took another gulp, perhaps a diabetic coma would make alls well. "Yahyah" she replied bitterly. His obnoxious voice was drowning her sanity away. "It's only art if you've got something stuck up your a---" she stopped herself from cussing and smiled pleasantly. Schools needed to keep children under lockdown... it might prevent future murders, seeing as she was now sympathizing with the criminals.

"Dont you think it's a little too soon to start educating me on matters that i've well become accustomed to over the years?" she raised a brow and stared at him. "It's a little early, maybe you should scoot back to school and learn something before barking up nonsense to me. Kay?" she added harshly. Iris wasn't in the mood for games.. not that she typically was.