A bark of laughter escaped him as the lad beside him mentioned pipes. He may be short, but he wasn't a Hobbit and he definitely didn't smoke a pipe. Maybe a crack pipe once, but that shit was disgusting, never again. 'Not really a pipe sort of guy.'
Black brows rose in an innocent look as he was called out for not being much of a fan, swirling the rum around the glass, he took a sip before answering. 'I'm not. I'd rather go to Murrayfield and watch Rugby.' A little smile curved his lips and he tilted his head slightly as a Scotch was ordered. Not many wizards knew the sport, so he had to explain it to them, but this one hadn't asked.
'My sister plays, so I'm here for her and I'm Wood's date for the evening.' Black painted nails tapped against the side of his glass and he grinned at his companion. 'What's your name? I'm Kirley.'
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