Never Ask 'What could go wrong?' {open}

Terrance strolled casually through Knockturn up towards Diagon. One of the special blend twists was clamped between his lips, blue-grey smoke coiling when exhaled. He was wanting a drink and the only place he trusted was the Leaky Cauldron. Not looking to get drunk he didn't think he'd run into any trouble. People tended to talk more at the pub seeing it as a "safe" place. It didn't have the seedy reputation the Hog's Head had, or the dingy very shady drinking establishments in Knockturn.

Exiting Knockturn into Diagon the man didn't stop to muse about how they were so different. He'd stopped comparing them long ago. How the alleys seemed to reflect the customers. Diagon open, welcoming, and received daylight. Knockturn was the polar opposite. The buildings were cramped together, appearing in disrepair, and unfriendly. Then again maybe it had to do with the way they looked and dressed. Yet every country had a seedier underbelly just below the surface of their magical 'family friendly' districts.

Pinching the fingernail's length of cigaret, he quickly rubbed it between his fingers and dropped it. The Leaky Cauldron wasn't quite full since it wasn't the school rush. Taking a seat at the counter, he ordered a pint of bitter and took a sip as he looked about subtly. This was what he needed. A nice quiet drink to relax to. Nothing could be wrong with that.

Amir Van Helsing, went by Amir Hollows, a way to seperate his past from his present. He had earned some income jiggaloing (male escort slash prostitute of higher class) and from stripping. Along the way he'd helped some people who needed it with his greater passion of.............healing. Oddly enough this one time most wanted evil now prefered to heal over harm. Aside from using the shadows to too thin, transparent, covering of shadows during high noon and the impossible to see covering he used when not wearing shades. Or shadow jumping to get places. He rarely used his Shadowmancery anymore. Walking into leaky cauldron he looked around. A drink and some food would be nice. Going over to the counter and ordered vodka along with fries and a burger. Saying nothing else at the moment.

Glancing at the person who joined him at the counter out of the corner of his eye, Terrance didn't allow his sudden wariness to show. He took another seeming lazy sweep of the pub. He supposed that like any drinking establishment, it had all kinds of customers. For all he knew this could be an off duty Ministry Official. Patting his pockets he found his cigaret and lit it with a match. He didn't like magic started fires when it came to his smokes or cooking. It might be in his head, but the taste was just...off when using a magically lit fire.

Relaxing as he inhaled the smoke, he imagined how it swirled about his lungs before releasing it. He'd never tried nor felt the inclination to blow smoke rings. He was enjoying it and almost forgot to be wary and suspicious. Or that present company might not like smoke. That would be the guy's problem and not his. There were no signs saying they couldn't smoke.

(my apologies works been hectic)

Amir didn't intend to start anything. Nor did he care when he encountered a bit of a guarded smell coming from the attractive male next to him. Taking a drink from the vodka he waited on the fries. When it did arrive he munched on them. He smelled a delicious smoke aroma after hearing flame. Pushing up the shades to avoid flame reflection into them, he looked at Terrance. "How much to buy a smoke off you?" He asked in a low voice. Drinking from his bottle again. He finished his fries and focused on the sandwich. Drinking the bottle of vodka now and then.

(no worries, had own stuff. Ask Kris about the cigs effects)

Terrance took another drag as he seemed to consider the question while eyeing the man. Tapping the ash, he gave a shrug. "I'm feeling generous today."

Pulling out his homemade smokes, he offered it. "It's free of charge."

The charge would be allowing him to see what effect it would have. He had to admit he was quite curious about what it would do for this man. Part of the fun was not explaining how it worked, so he would sit back and watch. When making the blend, Terrance hadn't planned on it being so...unique.