Life seems a little bit better
Category: Pink Sheep RPG
Stephen generally didn't like to solicit advice from his friends, especially when it came to relationships, but he felt like he needed to talk to someone about his situation. Lisa, Mandy and Padma were out because he could predict what they'd say- something along the lines of 'if it takes nearly shagging another man to realize she wants you, then she isn't worth it.' Michael was a no-go; while the other Claw was a good choice for music, booze and the occasional blunt, actual conversation was hard to come by, and Goldstein was just too bloody happy.
Unfortunately, that left Ackers.
Normally, Stephen would rather cut off his left arm than ask Stewart his opinion on relationships; honestly, the man hadn't had an actual relationship since Hogwarts- shagging models hardly counted as such- and he was certain to make the predictable sarcastic quips about settling for one woman and all that rot. Despite all that, they'd been mates since their early days on the Quidditch pitch at Hogwarts and, loathe as he was to admit it, Stephen valued his opinion.
Which led to him nursing a pint at the Nest as he waited on the prissy little Quidditch star to show.
Hair still wet from his post-training shower, Stewart ambled into the Nest and glanced around, quickly finding Stephen, who was holding his pint glass with a stony expression. Rolling his eyes, Stewart made his way over to the table and plonked himself down. "Don't look so pleased to see me, Cornfoot, it'll go to my head."
"Would you prefer I squeal with adoration like your legions of adoring fans?" Stephen quipped with a raised eyebrow.
"Sure, since I'm confident you could get your voice just as high." The younger man flashed him half a smirk as he lounged against his seat, flagging down a waitress for his own pint.
"A flick of the wrist and I could make your voice stay that high permanently, you know," the other man remarked idly.
"Wait till we're alone before you talk dirty to me, Stevie."
Stephen rolled his eyes. "I'll let you save the dirty talk for your women. Stewie. So, decided what you're going to do next month?"
One muscled shoulder lifted in a half shrug. "Considering my offers. Should probably take all the proposals home and go over them with Dad some time soon." As far as Stewart was concerned, when it came to the game, his father's judgment was unparalleled.
"Who's offering? Of the record, of course," he added before Stewart could even say it.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" The younger man smirked over the rim of his pint glass.
"I couldn't care less, actually. Just hoping you'll make your decision soon so I can find something else to fill the off-season airwaves with."
"Well, when I have more than just an inkling of which way I want to go, I'll let you know." His pint arrived at that moment, and Stewart couldn't have been more grateful.
Time for a subject change, obviously. "So, how's your Mum?" he asked. "Harping on you about grandkids and staying out of the tabloids?"
"That and staying off the injury list. I'm apparently not getting any younger." He snorted. "I mean seriously, I've got at least another decade in me."
"You have parents who care, just remember that," Stephen reminded his friend as he took a sip of his pint. "So, as loathe as I am to do so, I need a bit of advice."
"Don't go in cold, girls don't appreciate it. And a gentlemen never comes first." Stewart snickered and ducked the cardboard coaster Stephen frisbeed towards his head.
"Okay, this is when I need you to attempt to act like a mature person who occasionally has, you know, relationships," Stephen drolled sarcastically. "Can you handle that, Stewie?"
"You know me, probably not. But I'll give it a shot." He fell silent, letting Stephen work up to saying whatever it was.
Stephen rolled his eyes. "Remember that girl you met coming out of the wireless game after your match against Appleby?" Upon his friend's nod, he continued, "Well, her name's Cassandra. Cassie. And I like her more than just on a shagging basis, but until last week, I hadn't hear from her in over two months. Basically... oh fuck, she was going to shag some bloke but couldn't because she wanted me. Do I take her back or no?"
Stewart sat back, more than a little surprised. "Well," he began, thumb wiping windows in the condensation of his glass, "is your world a meaningless, black hole without her?"
"I wouldn't go quite that far," Stephen said, "but I like her." He shrugged. Stewart knew his history with women, at least as far as relationships were concerned.
He liked her. Obvisouly it was time for straight talking. "Frankly, mate, it all depends on what you can take. Can you handle not having her around? 'Cause if you want something, you'll have to forgive her. And all you're really forgiving is stupidity, since it took her almost getting laid to realise what she wants."
"Yeah." That was what it came down to, really. It would bare a little more thought before Stephen acted. "I guess I'll think about it."
"Don't strain yourself, son."
"Fuck you."
"With bells on. "
Summary: Stephen grudgingly solicits advice from Stewie Stewart.
Stephen generally didn't like to solicit advice from his friends, especially when it came to relationships, but he felt like he needed to talk to someone about his situation. Lisa, Mandy and Padma were out because he could predict what they'd say- something along the lines of 'if it takes nearly shagging another man to realize she wants you, then she isn't worth it.' Michael was a no-go; while the other Claw was a good choice for music, booze and the occasional blunt, actual conversation was hard to come by, and Goldstein was just too bloody happy.
Unfortunately, that left Ackers.
Normally, Stephen would rather cut off his left arm than ask Stewart his opinion on relationships; honestly, the man hadn't had an actual relationship since Hogwarts- shagging models hardly counted as such- and he was certain to make the predictable sarcastic quips about settling for one woman and all that rot. Despite all that, they'd been mates since their early days on the Quidditch pitch at Hogwarts and, loathe as he was to admit it, Stephen valued his opinion.
Which led to him nursing a pint at the Nest as he waited on the prissy little Quidditch star to show.
Hair still wet from his post-training shower, Stewart ambled into the Nest and glanced around, quickly finding Stephen, who was holding his pint glass with a stony expression. Rolling his eyes, Stewart made his way over to the table and plonked himself down. "Don't look so pleased to see me, Cornfoot, it'll go to my head."
"Would you prefer I squeal with adoration like your legions of adoring fans?" Stephen quipped with a raised eyebrow.
"Sure, since I'm confident you could get your voice just as high." The younger man flashed him half a smirk as he lounged against his seat, flagging down a waitress for his own pint.
"A flick of the wrist and I could make your voice stay that high permanently, you know," the other man remarked idly.
"Wait till we're alone before you talk dirty to me, Stevie."
Stephen rolled his eyes. "I'll let you save the dirty talk for your women. Stewie. So, decided what you're going to do next month?"
One muscled shoulder lifted in a half shrug. "Considering my offers. Should probably take all the proposals home and go over them with Dad some time soon." As far as Stewart was concerned, when it came to the game, his father's judgment was unparalleled.
"Who's offering? Of the record, of course," he added before Stewart could even say it.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" The younger man smirked over the rim of his pint glass.
"I couldn't care less, actually. Just hoping you'll make your decision soon so I can find something else to fill the off-season airwaves with."
"Well, when I have more than just an inkling of which way I want to go, I'll let you know." His pint arrived at that moment, and Stewart couldn't have been more grateful.
Time for a subject change, obviously. "So, how's your Mum?" he asked. "Harping on you about grandkids and staying out of the tabloids?"
"That and staying off the injury list. I'm apparently not getting any younger." He snorted. "I mean seriously, I've got at least another decade in me."
"You have parents who care, just remember that," Stephen reminded his friend as he took a sip of his pint. "So, as loathe as I am to do so, I need a bit of advice."
"Don't go in cold, girls don't appreciate it. And a gentlemen never comes first." Stewart snickered and ducked the cardboard coaster Stephen frisbeed towards his head.
"Okay, this is when I need you to attempt to act like a mature person who occasionally has, you know, relationships," Stephen drolled sarcastically. "Can you handle that, Stewie?"
"You know me, probably not. But I'll give it a shot." He fell silent, letting Stephen work up to saying whatever it was.
Stephen rolled his eyes. "Remember that girl you met coming out of the wireless game after your match against Appleby?" Upon his friend's nod, he continued, "Well, her name's Cassandra. Cassie. And I like her more than just on a shagging basis, but until last week, I hadn't hear from her in over two months. Basically... oh fuck, she was going to shag some bloke but couldn't because she wanted me. Do I take her back or no?"
Stewart sat back, more than a little surprised. "Well," he began, thumb wiping windows in the condensation of his glass, "is your world a meaningless, black hole without her?"
"I wouldn't go quite that far," Stephen said, "but I like her." He shrugged. Stewart knew his history with women, at least as far as relationships were concerned.
He liked her. Obvisouly it was time for straight talking. "Frankly, mate, it all depends on what you can take. Can you handle not having her around? 'Cause if you want something, you'll have to forgive her. And all you're really forgiving is stupidity, since it took her almost getting laid to realise what she wants."
"Yeah." That was what it came down to, really. It would bare a little more thought before Stephen acted. "I guess I'll think about it."
"Don't strain yourself, son."
"Fuck you."
"With bells on. "
Summary: Stephen grudgingly solicits advice from Stewie Stewart.