The Time: 10 p.m.
The Place: Delirium, a club in London
The Faces: Kevin Bristow, Evie Williams
Kevin hated Valentine's Day. What was it? Just another day to remind singles that they were alone? Woo-hoo!! Like there needed to be another day for that. If one wanted to be reminded how he was alone, he just needed to go out of his house and see the couples walking down the street, maybe pushing a stroller, or the teens at the park, making out on the swing set. Seeing as he had no one to hang with on Valentine's Day after since that bastard had him and his son "killed" and had successfully killed his daughter and stolen his wife (Honestly, why hadn't he thought of at least somehow sparing the children? He hated himself for that now. But maybe somehow he'd hoped Trevor would never kill a child.), Kevin was here in Delirium, downing a beer.
He hadn't drank in how long now, yet here he was yet again drinking his sorrows and problems away, only this time in the guise of a drinking game. It was a miserable habit he thought he'd gotten out of, but apparently not. It didn't help that he had Quidditch buddies surrounding him. He and Shane were pitted against each other and were sitting one stool away from each other and giving each other challenging looks while Lauren, Kelly, Cameron, and Patrick rooted for their favorite of the two. So far they'd both had three and were on their fourth. Kevin was starting to feel the effects, but he was trying not to let it show. After all, they all thought he had a high tolerance. None of them knew the fact that he had a vile of polyjuice in his inside jacket pocket, the fact that he wasn't who he said he was.
"Come on, Kev! You can do it," encouraged Lauren as she slid her hands up his chest from behind and rested her head beside his, her pointed chin lightly resting against his shoulder. He side-glanced her, unused to the touch of another woman after so long. It had only been a month since his wife's abduction and children's murders, but already he'd grown used to not being touched. Ever since assuming Kevin's identity a couple weeks ago after watching the man die in a mugging, something he couldn't have stopped by the point he'd come across it, he'd had ample opportunity, but no matter what he thought Evie could be doing, he didn't do anything with anyone else.
Lauren had found his coldness towards her suspicious and had brought it up to him, so he was forced to lighten up around her and allow certain things to avoid losing cover, but he didn't know how much he could allow. Why did the only opportunity he'd got to assume another's identity have to be with one of the bigger flirts on the team? But he had known Kevin well. They'd been good buddies. He was probably the best person he could have ended up stealing the identity of, if only the newest girl on the team didn't have the hots for him, and Kevin, being Kevin, had apparently flirted back rather heavily. At least he hadn't been as bad as that Jason Scotts fellow from the London team had been. Shudder. Shudder, shudder, shudder.
He gave Lauren a smile, glancing over at Kelly as she slid a hand up his leg, a little too close to a certain area of his body for comfort. He coyly smiled and shook his head, pushing her hand down a little as he took a sip from his beer bottle, downing the last of it, receiving a kiss from Lauren, lasting several moments, as he brought a hand up to her face to hold her close. He broke it off after a while and called for another beer, only to catch a glimpse of someone who looked familiar.
"What's the matter, Kev baby? You look like you saw a ghost." It was Kelly in her little tiny voice that she liked to use when talking to him. He much preferred her more serious voice to this whiny one. Her hand moved to his upper arm, squeezing it slightly as his eyes shifted over to her.
"N-nothing," he assured her with a small smile. "I just thought--It's nothing." He shook his head and took a long swig from his beer bottle, setting it down as he swallowed and looking around the club for any sign of what he thought he'd just seen.