It was supposed to be shorter （；￣д￣）
Draco ran his finger along the rim of his empty glass absently. The edges of his vision swam as he looked up at the bartender who raised a single perfectly groomed eyebrow at him.
“Another?” she asked.
Draco closed his eyes briefly, squeezing them until they ached, “Bring me… whatever’s next on the menu.”
“Yeah, alright,” she smirked, taking his empty glass, “What did you think about the French 75 then?”
“Nice, lovely,” Draco said absently, not entirely sure he could remember precisely what the last drink had tasted like.
“One Dark n’ Stormy, comin’ up,” she said brightly.
Draco sighed he fished a few more muggle notes from his pocket and shoved it on the other side of the bar. She had been very friendly all night not that he was surprised. There weren’t many people in the bar on a tuesday evening, much less a sad drunk wizard who was likely overpaying a great deal because he honestly couldn’t be arsed to check the numbers on his flimsy paper money.
He ignored her attempts at conversation when she returned and took the tall glass of what tasted like rum and ginger beer. Draco was prepared to stumble through something approximating a conversation when someone sat beside him, ordering a rum and coke and sending her off.
Draco blinked, his brow furrowing, the voice beside him had sounded familiar. Draco turned slowly so his head wouldn’t fall off and found the other bloke watching him curiously. The other bloke that looked remarkably, disturbingly, identical to Harry Potter.
Potter tried on a hesitant smile, “What’s a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this?”