Ain't no rest for the wicked
“I was walking down the street in Italy, when out the corner of my eye I saw a pretty little thing approaching. She said, I've never seen a man who looks so well all alone. Uh, could you use a little company? I sent her on her way and said I am gay my love but here’s some money try and live a better life.”
“You savage!” Draco responds.
“Well, I am, what do you expect?” I say as I raise an eyebrow. Just then the waiter brings us our drinks and Theo asks what happens next.
“Oh, you won’t believe what happens next. A guy walks out and holds a gun up to my head asking for my cash. I'd just given my last to the girl so I knew this wont end well when he then threatens my life. When what do my eyes see but Harry here docking the man from behind.”
Blaise says before giving his beloved a kiss.
“Geez mate, Hermione was right all those years ago. You really do have a saving people thing.”
Just then news comes up on the radio of a priest who had been smuggling money and we all go silent. Turning to Blaise Harry ask: “this is the country you want us to raise our kids in? Prostitutes, muggers and stealing priests? Even the war with tom was better than this.”
The table bursts into laughter and drinks begin to be drunk.
“I love you, Harry.”
“I am just satisfying my thrills. You’re a wicked influence on me.” Harry replies, winking at his eye. “But I do love you too.”