[Dead. I am dead. This is the trend Ron's thoughts take, and he stares at the shot as he takes it. Does he have to knock it back like that? Shit. He starts to, chokes at the burn and winds up swallowing half. He coughs some, uses it as a cover for a few more seconds to think.
Seconds that do him nearly no good, really.]
Lee, [He finally chokes out, trying for a self-depreciating smile. Don't say Jordan, he thinks, don't say Jordan, don't say Jordan-- and then the right (Merlin, he hopes) pureblood family pops into mind.] Lee MacDougal. Please to, er, meet you, sir.
[Do not gag, he orders himself. Maybe if he plays his age, first time in a proper bar, that can excuse the rest. I am dead.[
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Seconds that do him nearly no good, really.]
Lee, [He finally chokes out, trying for a self-depreciating smile. Don't say Jordan, he thinks, don't say Jordan, don't say Jordan-- and then the right (Merlin, he hopes) pureblood family pops into mind.] Lee MacDougal. Please to, er, meet you, sir.
[Do not gag, he orders himself. Maybe if he plays his age, first time in a proper bar, that can excuse the rest. I am dead.[