It was brought to his attention by
select others that there was concern mounting about his supposed "drinking habits" in conjunction with his "destabilizing injury" to the point where it may "seriously jeopardize" his career, because why, for example, would
Poland want an alcoholic Keeper with a broken head to represent it in the upcoming World Cup? Did he want to continue with quidditch? Did he
want to continue down this path? Because undoubtably, if his
goal was to be reinvented as a reboot of a certain teammate of his circa 1980, then by all means, he should continue on his merry way! But if Michal was near about ready to be taken seriously again, then he
better blood clean up his act!
Well. Clearly Henry Wadcock had a way with words, because not twelve hours later was
Michal all-too-smugly clutching his third glass of firewhisky and currently contemplating how Wadcock's speech had most certainly
not mentioned anything about random sexual endeavors. Nope, it was just his burning desire to drink and incurable head wound that was the problem here, so one night quick fixes surely wouldn't be a problem. Except it seemed that every witch and her extended
friend had come with a date, so Michal's seemingly brilliant plan of a new year hookup was failing.
Resting his elbow, he looked out onto the crowd begrudgingly. Despite it being almost nearly midnight, but not quite, couples had already begun to pair off. He would have rolled his eyes in disgust (
must they?), except in a fleeting moment, Michal felt a calming effect take over him. What did he care of other people's public happiness, it was of no concern to him. No, there was something else more important, something he had to find...
Setting his drink down on the bar, Michal quickly glided through the crowd, not exactly sure what he was looking for but knew, from the very bottom of his gut, that he would know it when he saw it.
Was that it? He stopped, caught at the sight of what was undoubtable the most ravishing witch he had ever laid eyes on.
Her,
that was it, the person he had been looking for all night. With little acceptance of acknowledgment, Michal approached her, wrapping his hands around her almost instantly.
"Hello," he smiled, and without missing a beat feverishly pressed his mouth to hers.
