It had not been the best weekend for Dr. Cox. First he'd
fought with JD; then the conference he'd been called to had wound up being less the intelligent meeting of medical minds that he'd been hoping for and more the grandiose posturing of old people and pharmeceutical companies that he'd feared; and then the ride back... well, no need to get into
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The sight of Cox, sitting at the bar as promised, jolted him from his reveries, and he raised one hand in greeting.
"Oi, Cox! Grab me a Firewhisky, will you, mate? If you're not fast enough, I just might grab you first." He swung himself into a seat next to Cox.
"How was your Healer conference? Was it just as - hey, what the fuck happened to you?"
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He was less prepared, though, for Sirius's question, largely because he himself had forgotten about his little war wounds--they'd kind of faded into the general mire of rage he was dealing with right now. "What?" He blinked, then touched the side of his jaw, where one of said bruises had blossomed.
"Oh, yeah... I~... had a little incident on the way back," he intoned. Fishing his wand out of one of his pockets, he pointed it towards himself and muttered something, and the bruises quickly began to fade. With a reflexive sort of a smirk, he tapped his nose and reached for his glass.
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"Nicely done," he said as he put the glass down. "As is that little bit of healing magic there. Now I know who to go to after my next bar fight...unless this night ends in fisticuffs, of course. But I highly doubt that. Don't doubt, though, that it will end in one of our bedrooms." Sirius flashed Cox that special naughty smirk reserved especially for him.
The healing charm was quite impressive, though. It would've been helpful to know more of that kind of magic when he had been a teenager. Might've saved him and James from hospital wing trips...although there certainly was something to be said for the way some time in the hospital wing provided a great excuse for missing class.
He watched as the last traces of the bruises disappeared. "What, you insult another man's fiancee - a bloke who wasn't so interested in settling the dispute via leather trousers and a
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Realizing quickly, though, that he'd probably just made Sirius even more curious about the whole thing, he sighed, lifting his gaze to glare at the ceiling. "I... might have sort of thrown his suitcase at the door," he admitted grudgingly. "I didn't think it actually belonged to anyone... Bastard had one hell of a right hook, though."
Glancing back towards Sirius, he relaxed slightly and gave a slightly more genuine grin. "Don't worry, Shiloh, if I ever do haul off and give you the smacking around you so desperately deserve, I promise I'll... probably fix you up afterwards. Maybe I'll even go ahead and give you that neutering I know you've just always wanted."
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Sirius realised he was rambling. Bad occasional side effect of the Firewhisky. "Well, here. Let me show you something even better. Accio empty beer bottle!" he said loudly, wand pointed to the bottle Cox had just put down. It flew into his hands. Then he pointed his own wand downward and into the bottle. "Fermentummenti!" A foamy stream of beer came pouring out of the wand ( ... )
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Catching the bottle that was sent back over to him, he took a hesitant drink. Huh. "...Not bad, Fido," he admitted grudgingly, eyeing the bottle. "This isn't going to make me suddenly want to jump you, right? Or, I should say, you didn't try and do something like that, right, because..." he laughed, "it would take a lo-ho-ho-hooooot more than that, I promise you ( ... )
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Allowing himself a snicker, he shook his head. "Oh, no, Fido, the minute you let yourself taste it, the beer has won. The point is to pour it down your throat as though it were the antidote, in this case to~ sobri~ety and, you know, being in shape." He eyed Sirius who, in all honesty, could use the carbs, and was immediately distracted by the red shinies. He lifted an eyebrow, impressed but skeptical. "I~ appreciate the thought there, Skippy, but in case you haven't noticed?" He cupped his hands to his mouth and leaned ( ... )
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