The Hog's Head Inn$3$[1]

[Miles Bletchley]

Yes well, sometimes you have to make sacrifices for privacy.

*goes to the bar and orders a bottle of whiskey with two glasses*

*pays the man and takes it to a dusty old table near a filthy window*

So Zabini. I've been meaning to tell you how I didn't appreciate you taking advantage of the "situation" under the bridge that night.

*raises an eyebrow at him as sits and pours out the whiskey*

[Blaise Zabini]

*Chuckles, gets his drink and pulls up a stool*

Got you out of trouble though, didn't I?
Still after her then or you given up?

[Miles Bletchley]

*smirks*

Have you ever heard of me giving up on anything?

*drinks*

I had her, man. But I had to take her back. I was under orders.

*shrugs and leans back on the chair lazily*

[Blaise Zabini]

*Sighs*

You never had her. Malfoy will always have her. The girl is obsessed with him.
It's the truth, just telling you how it is. Why not go for Bates instead? She's nice enough. Tasty thighs, you know.

[Miles Bletchley]

*chuckles at his remark, but shakes his head*

No, not nice enough. But I think I may be just as obsessed about her as she is about that brat of hers.

*looks annoyed and downs the rest of the whiskey*

So who are you after these days? Not still with Bullstrode, are you?

[Blaise Zabini]

*grins*

Not trying to change the subject are you? Nah not interested in Bullstrode, never was. Not after anyone, though wouldn't mind a bit of that Bates girl.

So, Malfoy doesn't know it was you who kidnapped Silvery yet?

[Miles Bletchley]

I don't think so. I "adjusted" her memory. She shouldn't be able to remember anything that happened.

*smirks*

I did add a juicy memory for her to recall, if she tries it. And knowing her, she will try.

[Blaise Zabini]

*smirks*

So... aren't you going to tell me what 'happened'? Come on, what did you do? You can tell me.

[Miles Bletchley]

*laughs and refills his glass*

There's nothing to tell. I had her in one of the rooms in my manor and worked at extracting that certain memory from her. Once I had it, I had to take her back. Though I must admit I did take my time about it.

*smirks again and brings the glass to his lips, reminiscing*

[Blaise Zabini]

*raises eyebrows*

You don't fool me, Bletchley. You must have been tempted to touch her, at least? You had her in your room, under your control and you are telling me you didn't do anything?

[Miles Bletchley]

*evil grin*

Alright, I did take some advantages. But nothing drastic, like you would have probably done.

*shrugs*

A bit of touching and kissing didn't hurt her any. And I think under the circumstances I controlled myself pretty well.

[Blaise Zabini]

*chuckles*

Now that's more like it. Though I am beginning to wonder about your sexual prowess. Why can't you forget about the girl and move on? There are plenty more where she came from. You're depriving yourself. I can't see you getting her from Malfoy's grasp.

*looks longingly over to the bar*

Hmm, need another drink.

[Miles Bletchley]

*pushes the bottle of whiskey towards him and leans back again*

Anyway, I'm not depriving myself of anything. Plenty of girls are available for such things. Silvery is just special. I really can't explain why, and I wouldn't expect you to understand either.

*shrugs again*

[Elvira Crouch]

*about to walk past the dingy looking pub but decides to have a look in*

*opens the door and steps in, only to realise that it is dirty, depressing looking and almost empty*

Uh, no thanks

*turns to leave*

[Blaise Zabini]

*clears throat and lowers his voice*

Well look who just walked in... Tell me that doesn't interested you, Bletchley?

*nods head towards Bates*