So, can we still be friends and have sex?
(OOC: This was supposed to go up last night. Pretend that it did. kthanxbai)
Category: Pink Sheep RPG
The day had been a complete and utter wash. Thankfully, Dean had been left alone with his thoughts and papers and cans of coke. A few idle thoughts dwelled on the idea of taking a quick walk to the muggle liquor store a few blocks away, but drinking on the job was a line Dean would never cross, even if he had woken up to a cold bed and an empty house.
At least her stuff was still there. That was a step up from last time.
Unable, or unwilling, to face Greyfriar's, the barrister left his work at work and found himself passing through Incubus Dreams' door. Lavender worked here now and he could do with a stiff drink and a sympathetic ear.
"Hullo, Dean," Lavender said, leaning across the bar to press a smacking kiss to his lips. "You're looking like someone kicked your puppy. Tell Auntie Lav all about it."
"Do I really look that bad?" he asked, returning the kiss with one of his own. "Usual please. Jamison, coke, liberal with the whiskey please."
"You look awfully gloomy." She wasn't sure she liked that, even after the hell he'd put Parvati through earlier. "You sure you want coke in there at all?"
"Coke makes it go down easier, less of a burn." He shrugged. "Then again, perhaps not. Jamison on the rocks after all. Guess that bartender really does know best."
As he waited for his drink to be poured, he drummed his fingers on the bar's top. "So share some of your wisdom. What do you call a man who does the same thing over again, expecting different results?"
"A blind optimist?" she returned, grabbing a bottle and an old fashioned glass.
"I was thinking fool, but I suppose that works as well. Who knew, I didn't lose my optimism after seventh year after all. Make that a double, Lav. Apparently it's an occasion to celebrate." The last part was said in mock cheer.
She didn't think it was wise to do so, but she wasn't paid to think. So she poured the drink. "Want to tell me about it?"
"'S part of the reason I came here." Another was the inability to face an empty and lonely home. "Besides, at least you know you'll get a damn good tipper at the end of a usual lousy night." Dean didn't normally think of himself as a bitter person, but rejection for things beyond his control: lack of a father, low income, seemingly muggle-status, all took their toll.
"But it's best to get it off my chest, all in one go, like ripping a plaster off your arm. I slept with 'Vati last night."
The blonde didn't even blink. "I know," she replied matter-of-factly, crossing her arms over her chest.
Dean raised an eyebrow as he brought his drink to his lips. "Did all those classes with Professor Trelawney finally pay off then?"
Lavender giggled and reached across to slap his shoulder. "No, prat. We had snuggle time this morning and she told me about it."
"No hitting the customers! Especially if there's liquor in one of said customer's hands." Dean put the glass of whiskey down. "Did she say why she left?"
"She did not, but even if she had I couldn't tell you. Sorry." It was in the best friend code. Secrets told in snuggle time were sacred and couldn't be told to anyone.
Damn the girl code. It was times like these he wished Seamus wasn't buggered off to Merlin knows where. Limey Irish bastard. Perhaps he should have gone to the Raven's Nest instead, have Ben pour him a drink, listen to his problems. There was a male code, yes?
"Bugger," he said simply before raising the glass up in mock toast before downing the alcohol as was his wont.
Lavender felt a pang and she desperately wanted to cross the bar and give him a big hug, but she was at work, and that was frowned upon. Now that she thought about it, kissing him was probably also frowned upon. "Look, if it makes you feel better, I think she's still planning on living with you."
It did make him feel better, but still, Dean had no idea how to respond. "Fantastic," he murmured, looking into his glass of whiskey. That's what got him in all this trouble in the first place. Whiskey, drink of the devil.
"That's a good thing, Dean. She's not running away." At least, Lavender didn't think she was running away. She was staying in the same country, anyway.
"For now." Dean downed the rest of his drink, realizing in that moment what a sad picture he painted. What happened to the brave (idiotic) Gryffindor who ran into battle, sans wand? He tossed a few coins on the table, more than enough to cover his (pitiful) tab. "Thanks, Lav."
"Are you leaving already?" Her face fell. She didn't feel like anything had been resolved between he and Parvati. It was none of her business, but she didn't like knowing that the people she loved were hurting. "You don't have to."
"'Fraid I have to, Lav." He leaned over the bar to press a quick kiss to her forehead. "Can't be here all night drinking."
It seemed like a perfectly sensible plan to her. "But why not? I'm here, I'll keep the blues at bay."
"Gotta face our fears sometime." He gave her a grin. "Besides, I need to sleep as it wasn't a high priority last night. They tend to frown at work if I come in doing my imitation of a zombie." Never mind that he had routinely gone days without sleeping before.
"Okay," she drew the word out. "But if you don't want to be alone you can sleep at my flat. I won't be home until very late." Or early, depending on how one was to look at it.
"Ta." Dean nodded. He appreciated the offer though it would be mostly unnecessary. He was a wizard and with the way his home was set up, he could easily avoid Parvati if he needed to.
Merlin, he hoped he didn't need to.
She hated for him to leave looking so down, but she couldn't force him to stay, either. "Well, since you can't be persuaded to stay, kiss?" She puckered her lips and leaned forward.
"Of course." Dean moved forward, purposely ignoring her lips and instead opted to press a kiss to her forehead. "Take care of yourself, Lav. Or I'll be forced to sic Parvati on you."
"Hey," she said, grabbing his shirt. "Keep your own best interest at heart, okay?"
He grinned at her. "Who says that isn't?"
"I'm serious," she told him, tugging lightly on his shirt.
Dean pressed another kiss to her forehead. "So am I. Take care of yourself." Disentangling himself from her grasp, the barrister gave the bartender a wink.
She pointed two fingers at her eyes, and then turned them on him in a universal sign for 'I'm watching you'. "Be good, and if you can't be good, be very bad."
"Isn't that the Gryffindor way?"
"Only the fun Gryffindors."
[Summary: Dean goes to Lavender for advice and drinks.]
Category: Pink Sheep RPG
The day had been a complete and utter wash. Thankfully, Dean had been left alone with his thoughts and papers and cans of coke. A few idle thoughts dwelled on the idea of taking a quick walk to the muggle liquor store a few blocks away, but drinking on the job was a line Dean would never cross, even if he had woken up to a cold bed and an empty house.
At least her stuff was still there. That was a step up from last time.
Unable, or unwilling, to face Greyfriar's, the barrister left his work at work and found himself passing through Incubus Dreams' door. Lavender worked here now and he could do with a stiff drink and a sympathetic ear.
"Hullo, Dean," Lavender said, leaning across the bar to press a smacking kiss to his lips. "You're looking like someone kicked your puppy. Tell Auntie Lav all about it."
"Do I really look that bad?" he asked, returning the kiss with one of his own. "Usual please. Jamison, coke, liberal with the whiskey please."
"You look awfully gloomy." She wasn't sure she liked that, even after the hell he'd put Parvati through earlier. "You sure you want coke in there at all?"
"Coke makes it go down easier, less of a burn." He shrugged. "Then again, perhaps not. Jamison on the rocks after all. Guess that bartender really does know best."
As he waited for his drink to be poured, he drummed his fingers on the bar's top. "So share some of your wisdom. What do you call a man who does the same thing over again, expecting different results?"
"A blind optimist?" she returned, grabbing a bottle and an old fashioned glass.
"I was thinking fool, but I suppose that works as well. Who knew, I didn't lose my optimism after seventh year after all. Make that a double, Lav. Apparently it's an occasion to celebrate." The last part was said in mock cheer.
She didn't think it was wise to do so, but she wasn't paid to think. So she poured the drink. "Want to tell me about it?"
"'S part of the reason I came here." Another was the inability to face an empty and lonely home. "Besides, at least you know you'll get a damn good tipper at the end of a usual lousy night." Dean didn't normally think of himself as a bitter person, but rejection for things beyond his control: lack of a father, low income, seemingly muggle-status, all took their toll.
"But it's best to get it off my chest, all in one go, like ripping a plaster off your arm. I slept with 'Vati last night."
The blonde didn't even blink. "I know," she replied matter-of-factly, crossing her arms over her chest.
Dean raised an eyebrow as he brought his drink to his lips. "Did all those classes with Professor Trelawney finally pay off then?"
Lavender giggled and reached across to slap his shoulder. "No, prat. We had snuggle time this morning and she told me about it."
"No hitting the customers! Especially if there's liquor in one of said customer's hands." Dean put the glass of whiskey down. "Did she say why she left?"
"She did not, but even if she had I couldn't tell you. Sorry." It was in the best friend code. Secrets told in snuggle time were sacred and couldn't be told to anyone.
Damn the girl code. It was times like these he wished Seamus wasn't buggered off to Merlin knows where. Limey Irish bastard. Perhaps he should have gone to the Raven's Nest instead, have Ben pour him a drink, listen to his problems. There was a male code, yes?
"Bugger," he said simply before raising the glass up in mock toast before downing the alcohol as was his wont.
Lavender felt a pang and she desperately wanted to cross the bar and give him a big hug, but she was at work, and that was frowned upon. Now that she thought about it, kissing him was probably also frowned upon. "Look, if it makes you feel better, I think she's still planning on living with you."
It did make him feel better, but still, Dean had no idea how to respond. "Fantastic," he murmured, looking into his glass of whiskey. That's what got him in all this trouble in the first place. Whiskey, drink of the devil.
"That's a good thing, Dean. She's not running away." At least, Lavender didn't think she was running away. She was staying in the same country, anyway.
"For now." Dean downed the rest of his drink, realizing in that moment what a sad picture he painted. What happened to the brave (idiotic) Gryffindor who ran into battle, sans wand? He tossed a few coins on the table, more than enough to cover his (pitiful) tab. "Thanks, Lav."
"Are you leaving already?" Her face fell. She didn't feel like anything had been resolved between he and Parvati. It was none of her business, but she didn't like knowing that the people she loved were hurting. "You don't have to."
"'Fraid I have to, Lav." He leaned over the bar to press a quick kiss to her forehead. "Can't be here all night drinking."
It seemed like a perfectly sensible plan to her. "But why not? I'm here, I'll keep the blues at bay."
"Gotta face our fears sometime." He gave her a grin. "Besides, I need to sleep as it wasn't a high priority last night. They tend to frown at work if I come in doing my imitation of a zombie." Never mind that he had routinely gone days without sleeping before.
"Okay," she drew the word out. "But if you don't want to be alone you can sleep at my flat. I won't be home until very late." Or early, depending on how one was to look at it.
"Ta." Dean nodded. He appreciated the offer though it would be mostly unnecessary. He was a wizard and with the way his home was set up, he could easily avoid Parvati if he needed to.
Merlin, he hoped he didn't need to.
She hated for him to leave looking so down, but she couldn't force him to stay, either. "Well, since you can't be persuaded to stay, kiss?" She puckered her lips and leaned forward.
"Of course." Dean moved forward, purposely ignoring her lips and instead opted to press a kiss to her forehead. "Take care of yourself, Lav. Or I'll be forced to sic Parvati on you."
"Hey," she said, grabbing his shirt. "Keep your own best interest at heart, okay?"
He grinned at her. "Who says that isn't?"
"I'm serious," she told him, tugging lightly on his shirt.
Dean pressed another kiss to her forehead. "So am I. Take care of yourself." Disentangling himself from her grasp, the barrister gave the bartender a wink.
She pointed two fingers at her eyes, and then turned them on him in a universal sign for 'I'm watching you'. "Be good, and if you can't be good, be very bad."
"Isn't that the Gryffindor way?"
"Only the fun Gryffindors."
[Summary: Dean goes to Lavender for advice and drinks.]