He approached the bar, sitting on one of the black bar stools. He lent his arms on the cool, wooden surface and rested his head in his hands. Harry could see the bartender out of the corner of his eyes and tracked every one of his movements as he approached him.
"Well, you certainly look like you could use a drink." The bartender declared, hair plastered to his forehead with sweat. "Or five." He added.
"Thanks," Harry replied gruffly, letting one of his hands flop down so it was picking at the chipped wood of the bar. "I'll have the strongest drink that you've got. Don't hold back." He murmured, keeping his voice low.
The bartender whistled. "Sounds like you've had a bad day." He replied, eyebrows raised as he started collecting bottles in his hands.
"I don't think that 'bad day' even remotely covers it." Harry snorted, shaking his head and rubbing his temples as he waited for his drink to be placed down in front of him.
"There you are." The bartender declared, slamming the drink down slightly by Harry's hand. "Don't ask me what's in it... you really don't want to know."
Harry smirked, a half smile curving his face upwards. "Sounds perfect."
He didn't bother to say anything else as he brought the drink to his lips and downed it in one go, barely even grimacing at the burning sensation as the alcohol slid down his throat. The bartender watched with slightly raised eyebrows, looking as if he may say something. That is until another man waved for him and with one more concerned look the bartender turned away, Harry and his 'bad day' completely forgotten.
Harry zoned out, barely making it a minute before the bubble of silence that had enloped him was broken.
"That does not seem like drinking responsibly." Someone declared.
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So…. New fic anyone? <3