Hogsmead Village

He took Joachim's hand and shook it. "Deal."

"ha ha! See? Knew I could count on you!" He brought him in for a head lock, "We got us a bright future, buddy boy!"

"Touch me like that again and you will die along with this Russian," he warned as he wormed his way out of the headlock.

"Jeez dude, take a chill pill will you? Honestly..." He back away from him.

"I don't take kindly to unwanted physical contact."

"Alright I get it... well just get the job done, and get laid while you're at it too. Might loosen ya up..."

OOC Damn it Joachim, don't make me laugh while I'm at work!

IC He rolled his eyes and turned to leave. "I'll contact you once I'm done."

OOC Who rps this russian dude?

OOC Moi!

IC

"Get done getting laid or your job?"

"The job, ass hat."

"Just makin' sure... but hey, let me know if that other thing happens too buddy boy! Ciao!"

OOC Crouchy.... you're making me laugh. If I get busted because of you I'm coming after you.

IC He disapparated and began his hunt for his target.

OOC Excellent, soon my evil plan to get you fired so you can role play more will be completed..

OOC Personally I wouldn't mind not going to work every morning at 7:30, but I like being able to afford things so....

Blinds closed? Check.
Empty bottles abound? Check.
Laying shirtless and asleep in an empty room? Double check.
Another girl who's name he'd forget by the time he left... no check.
Homeless? Check.

By most accounts Joachim was back to his old lifestyle, free and unbound by anything. But all of his binging last night was not for a fun time or recreation. It was to get out of his own head. 

He'd lost his home again, and on the verge of losing his girl and best friend all in one go. For a guy who had nothing to his name, he had more to lose than he ever thought possible. 

So he decided to trade a morning of head pains for a night of absolute bliss last night... and now he was paying the price. Even an experienced drunk like him couldn't get over how painful hangovers were...

But for the most part, he didn't regret it and surprising did nothing he regretted last night. He got himself out of his own tormented mind for a few hours and slept like a cat on silk. He'd achieved everything he wanted last night...

And now he was awake with all his worries still with him, on top of his head being split in half...

"But hey.. that's life..." He muttered to himself as he took a quick puff from his pipe. "First things are good, but then... bam! Hello reality..." 

Suddenly an unpleasant feeling set in his stomach, quickly sliding up his throat as he made a mad dash for the bathroom...

There was a gentle knock on the door before it flew open. Lucy was stod on the other side, grinning slightly.
'Morning, Boss!' She says, louder than she had to. 'How are you feeling this morning?'

Joachim's ears stabbed him when they heard the loud noise, "not so loud dammit!!" He came out of the bathroom looking like a pale, sick wreck of a man.

'No,  really think i need to be loud. I mean, you wont listen so i might as well shout.'

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

She shrugs. 'You never liten when we try to help...anyway, onto why i am here. Getting drunk, Joachim? Really? What is that going to help with?'

"Let me sleep for a night? Make me forget my troubles for a few hours? Pick one..."

Lucys eyes soften and she steped towards him. 'Joachim...we need you. I know your hurtng but you have a bunchof people out there that now dont have a job and they dont have you and krystal and they are scared. You need to be sober, and you need to be the boss we all know..'

"Don't worry about it Lucy, soon we'll be rolling in dough! We'll have an even better inn, make the old one look like a fire trap!"

"I got this, don't worry.." He didn't want to bring up his deal with Death, so far only Sawyer had knowledge of what Joachims ambitions were.

'as much as i want to believe you, Joachim...it wont be the same. the Inn has gone. This could happen again.'

"No it won't..."
Not after I got Chezhekovs boys hunting Crouch... Then I'll be rich, pay for whatever was needed to fix Krystal, and make a name for myself no one will ever fuck with..

'I hope your right.'