Chapter 40: Teddy, Victoire and Lysander
Candle flavour: sage and citrus
Extra prompts: galore, maraschino, blast
From his perch behind the bar, Lysander sees everything. He can see exactly how Teddy treats her, and it makes his blood boil.
It seems to start well, as he serves them sage fall sidecars and citrus liquors galore. They look like they're having a blast; and whilst it hurts him, Lysander's happy as well, because Victoire is happy.
That all changes pretty quickly, as soon as Teddy orders that first maraschino on the rocks. It's much stronger than what he's had before, and for a moment Lysander feels a sort of perverse pleasure as he watches him become visibly more intoxicated. It's almost funny, Teddy Lupin being such a lightweight.
Then he realises that it's not funny at all, because Teddy's also a violent drunk.
Each blow makes him wince. The other patrons of the bar don't seem to notice, or care if they do. And he can't do anything to stop it.
He's just the funny little man behind the bar. He's not supposed to get involved.
So there we go. Teddy can't hold his liquor and is an abusive bastard.
I never thought I'd write something like that.
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