This is for Visa (Lowi)'s 150 Beautiful and Colourful prompts challenge on NGF

*Contains swearing*

7h February 2012
colour: pressed rose; prompt: fragile; Scorpius & Lorcan.

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He's in a fragile state of mind, Scorpius is; he's got no purpose in life now that apparently Rose has found love with fucking Lysander; she's had an epiphany – it's always a bloody epiphany – that they're the ones who ought to be together, and Scorpius was just a distraction from Lysander.

"Give me another one," he turns to the bartender in the pub, expecting his drink to be refilled, when he comes face to face with Lorcan Scamander: one time best friend…and the brother to the fucker who ran off with Rose.

"Drowning your sorrows, eh?" Lorcan raises an eyebrow, as though they've spoken every day in the past seven years since they left Hogwarts, rather than occasional holidays cards.

"Wouldn't you if your girlfriend had run off with someone you were once friends with?" Scorpius retorts acerbically, his glass pressed to his forehead to try and alleviate the growing headache there. "He may be your brother, Lorcan, but he's still the man I want to punch the fuck out of. If you don't understand that, well…I may have to find another pub to drink myself into a state so bad that I forget my own name."

To his surprise, Lorcan merely walks around the bar and pulls up a seat next to Scorpius, filling two fresh whiskey glasses as he does so. "Believe me, I want to join you," he says ruefully, clinking the glasses together. "Go on and tell me all about it; we can pretend like we're girls for a night and have a nice bitchy session," he laughs as he tries to make Scorpius' mood lift, even just slightly.

All Scorpius notices is where the bartender is sitting. "Don't you work here?"

Lorcan shakes his head, reaching over to replace the bottle in its original place. "Nope. But that's what you're gonna get when you're chilling with the guys in the back corner," he makes reference to the bartender watching the Quidditch game on the magical projector.

And, as Scorpius raises his glass to his lips, he feels the faintest stabbing of hope in his chest. If I can get this from a free Firewhiskey, where the fuck else could I get it? He thinks to himself, planning on becoming as inebriated as he can for as long as he's single.

(It may help him forget her.)

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