For a day that had started out with the potential to be good it had sure left the Lord of the wizarding world in a downer of a mood. He knew what he'd been getting into when he accepted Cora's note and it had been over a year since they'd even talked, but for some reason finding out she had someone else still hurt all the same. Never mind all the other stuff she chose to unload on him. The tracker sighed as he leaned back in the booth he'd laid claim to and took a long, slow, pull of his whiskey.
He probably should have just gone home, or hell, even back to the office. Unfortunately with the head space Teague found himself locked in, neither was a viable option. That was why he'd sent his owl out to Dru, one of the last remaining people he knew that he could potentially still call a friend. Sure it was probably a stupid idea... between both Cora and Trevor, Voldemort's words had never rang truer... All friends got you was hurt feeling and if lucky a quick end... so why was he still reaching out?
Thought for another day. At least Dru was like a kindred spirit and would get absolutely shit face with him if that's the turn the night decided to take... if she even showed. Teague hoped she would. These past few months had done nothing but show the tracker how truly alone he was, even with Del around. He'd tested the waters with the former Death Eater when she'd reached out last time so maybe this was an opportunity that was rising up out of the ashes of his so called life. At least if she decided to stick around things would be considerably less dull. Teague took another pull on his drink and settled in to wait. If Dru didn't show in the new few minutes he'd order some food and then maybe try and make a go of salvaging what was left of the day.