A swift Drink -Open-

[Dominic Hunterston.]

Dominic growled in frustration as he opened the door to the Hogs Head. Curse her sister and all of her insanity. He had found her flirting with some bloke…yet again. And he was really going insane from chasing them off all the time. She needed to watch what she was doing. What if their father caught on to all of her flirting? She seemed so determined to block out the fact that she had been raped, that she was flirting with almost every bloke she saw! He wanted to throttle the girl. He loved her more then his own life, but sometimes she drove him to insanity. Sighing, he continued into the pub. He found a darkened corner and made his way for it. He could already feel the eyes on him. It irked him to no end that people seemed to have a starring problem. Those who knew his father seemed to fear his appearance, and those who lusted after him just pissed him off. He really didn’t care much for his own appearance. He looked the way he looked, and there was no changing it. He had his father’s devilishly handsome appearance. That was about he only good thing he got from the man. The only thing he even cared to have from the man. He yearned for the man to be six feet under. If he ever got the chance to rape his sister…or him…again…Dominic would kill him. He might go to Azkaban…but he would be dead. His sister could then live in peace.

Today he was dressed in a pair of form fitting blue jeans, a white tank top, and a black leather jacket thrown over top the tank. He sat down in his seat, awaiting the waitress. It took no time at all for the woman to make her appearance. Her face seemed to fall when all he did was order a Fire whiskey. He was in no mood to flirt with the waitress tonight. His drink arrived shortly, and he lifted it swiftly to his lips. His sky blue eyes scanning the room. No one interesting tonight. A first…for once. Well, someone would so up eventually. It was just a matter of time.

[Dominic Hunterston.]

Dominic sat at his table in silence, looking at all the people wandering into the pub. There were so many walks of life that it was hard to tell who was who. Some people were hard to recognize. There was no one that he knew there. As he sat there he wondered how many in that room were Death Eaters. They seemed to be out everywhere now. They were lurking around every corner, watching people, trying to see if there was any unrecruited powerful people left. They killed off those they couldn’t recruit…or so he had heard. He really was not sure what to believe anymore. There were so many stories going around, it was hard to tell who was telling the truth and who was lying out their hind end. Dolminic just tried to stay out of it all, he didn’t want any part in any of the nonsense. If anyone saw him, and recognized who’s son he was he’d be screwed. Not too many like the fact that Matthew Hunterton’s son was a Gryffindor, rather then the Slytherin he should have been. No one thought about the fact that he was nothing like his father. His father raped and abused women, he tortured animals for giggles, he was allowed to take part in Death Eater functions. And his very own son was nothing like him. If anyone saw him, and his father knew where he and his sister ran off to, he was a dead man. If not for that, Dominic would have joined the resistance by now. He was one of the very few who was almost controlled by his overwhelming urge to protect others.

He smirked as more people wondered in the room. As he watched the figures walk by, he wandered what their story was? What brought then to this nightmare place? Was it a cheating ex? A lying best friend? A lost friend or family member? So many people came to drink, yet everyone here had their own motives for coming to such a place. Some simply wanted to get drunk, get away from the troubles in their lives. A girl walked into the room then, catching his attention. Her figure had him mentally groaning. She was a very attractive young woman, and she was vaguely familiar. He was not sure where he remembered her from. School more then likely…but the house was blank. He stared at her again, amazed that he had no idea where she was from. Normally people were really easy for him to remember and with a face like that one would think she’d be impossible to forget. He sighed and surrendered after a moment. Turning his attention back to his drink. The liquid felt wonderful going down his throat. A soft voice caught him off guard. The young woman he had been looking at earlier was now before him. ”I was just thinking the same…I know I’ve seen you somewhere.” He commented. Giving the girl a soft smile. ”I’m Dominic, folks call me Nic.” He didn’t normally introduce himself to strange people…but the girl was oddly familiar. Maybe this way she would give him her first name…might ring a bell.

(sorry its sorter for this one…wanted to get it done before I passed out)