"Would I?" Anthony asked, raising an eyebrow for a moment before turning back to drinking. Of course, they didn't have the luxury to do anything remotely indecent in public, but... Anthony enjoyed the thought nonetheless. Was he blushing from the alcohol or from his thoughts?

Elijah smiled rather conspiratorially  at him. "Well we wouldn't want the attention it might cause. " He chuckled and finished his second drink.

Anthony tried to smirk but it just ended up as a normal fucking smile. "We wouldn't," he nodded, pausing and finishing his drink in one go. This is dope. "thank god that neither of us is so indecent, then."

Elijah gave  a nod and ordered another drink. Oh he would regret it later. "Just a couple of upstanding men..."

Anthony also ordered another drink and basically downed it all immediately, which he was sure he'll regret tomorrow. "Just some—" he coughed, "—just some incredible, very decent and proper men." Things were beginning to get just a little blurry, which meant that he is having a good time and definitely needs another drink.

Noah just stared. What the fuck?

Elijah nodded and ordered him another though a small part was getting nervous. He only slightly sipped his now. "Perfectly... decent."

"Terribly decent. So much that it's a bit boring," Anthony grinned, finding his words melting into eachother a bit. Maybe he should've drank less. Whatever. Anthony laughed a bit, which then made him fall into a coughing fit, which in itself made him laugh even more. A painful cycle.

[CW: Alcohol abuse (always), and some homophobia.]

Did she have money? No. But this bar was busy enough that sometimes she could swig the dregs of abandoned drinks.

She bumped against Noah's chair without seeing him as she sunk into a seat next to a couple of gaily flirting gentlemen. What adorable ... brothers!

She eyed the nearest cup hungrily.

Elijah nodded with a big smile. He noticed movement behind them but immediately turned back. Anita too? Why was this suddenly- It was a bar. Of course it was a Longbottom hang out. He put a hand to his face and wanted to go home more than ever. He drank slowly but more steady. "Let us decent folk drink up.'