Pissed Drunk

I'm rather ornery when I'm around a whole mass of people I don't like. And that's usually all the time. I don't like a lot of people. The club was too crowded with stupid patrons that I had to leave for fear that my IQ level would diminish if I stayed any longer in their presence.

I really hate people.

I'm not usually like this really. I mean, I'm not anti social like this. I have a whole mass of friends where I always have a great time around.

But they're not here right now; hence the pissy attitude.

The stupid Wizarding town that I had decided to visit this weekend was nothing more than a waste of time. This town is known for all the clubs and bars to drink, all about the fun is usually had here with the young magical wankers.

It wasn't fun.

Sure I had a couple drinks, and hit on some girls, but that's beside the point.

The point is.

I just hate people….

I enter a club, a seedy one you know the sort? Well, since it's a seedy sort of place, the men that hang around are nothing more than exactly that, seedy.

I sneer of course.

I look around, and then head towards the bar.

I ask for a firewhiskey and sit down.

The music bores me. I hate the damn techno muggle crap that's so popular these days. Sure I have four of the albums at home, but that's beside the point.

The point is.

Is that I hate it.

I watch patrons dance around me. Women are dressed in scandalous outfits and grind against the crotches of men. Sure I wouldn't mind a little crotch grind myself, but I'm simply too tired lift my precious tight little ass off of this bar stool. Maybe later.

A loud laugh distracts me from a pretty blond who was grinding against some ugly bloke. The laugh is to my left, and I turn my head towards the noise. It's a woman, her back turned towards me. She's sitting on a stool talking to a whole mass of guys around her.

She seems pretty interesting.

She sways in her seat a little, indicating that alcohol has hit her fully. Drunken girls are always fun to hit on.

I watch her still, her brown hair to her shoulders. It's a mousy brown, and sleek and shiny. She dressed in a nice red shirt and a black skirt. From the back, I can tell that she has a nice body, pretty well endowed with some hips.

I can't tell about her ass and tits yet though.

She laughs louder still as I watch the man next to her slip his hand up her calf and up. She swats it away and turns towards a blonde guy in front of her. The man she swatted away seems a little shirty. In my opinion, serves the damn wanker right.

I watch her, she's much more interesting that anyone in this damned club.

But again, seeing as I think I have A.D.H.D, I get up and walk towards the door and out the door.

The streets are wet from the rain.

I'm really in a sodden mood.

I walk for a while, uninterrupted, until…

Someone knocks into my shoulder

"Hey, watch where you're going" I snap at the small figure in front of my eyes.

" N-now listen here buddy boy, I'ma not going to take any cccrap from no one! I ccan kick your ass from here to timbucktoo! " a rather familiar voice sounds and it is then that I look closer at the small figure in front of me.

It seemed that I had bumped into a school mate of mine.

Hermione Granger.

She laughed at her nonsensical and unfunny joke.

I watch as she swayed a little, adjusting her stance awkwardly in her high heels. She looked at me with some recognition before her brown eyes glazed over a bit.

" Ganger?"

She had a lopsided grin on her face.

" Are you drunk?"

Should I continue??

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