A friend in need....
Characters: Roger Davies and Cormac McLaggen
Writers: persephone33 andseegrim
Word count: 1080
Rating: pg
Summary: Roger and Cormac drink beer and talk women
Roger,
Okay, I understand you've been a bit busy with your new lady friend, but come on, it's been ages. What? You don't need to drink anymore?
-Cormac
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Cormac,
You've missed me? It's alright to admit it, mate.
I draw the line at tongue, though.
Roger
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You tease, you.
Drinks soon?
-Cormac
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Not until you admit you've missed me.
Roger
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Fine.
I missed you.
Before these exchanges get anymore homosexual in tone, drinks soon?
-Cormac
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Was that so difficult?
Bentley's this evening.
No sex involved, unless Paul has decided he suddenly prefers blokes.
Roger
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
8:00, then, and thanks kindly for the visual.
-Cormac
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Cormac was halfway through his drink when Roger arrived, taking the stool next to him at the bar. "I was wondering if you'd show," Cormac said with a grin.
"Have you asked Paul if he was available for the evening?" Roger asked, waving at the portly bartender to bring him his usual. "I didn't want to miss the floor show."
"He's not my type. I wouldn't want to get his hopes up," Cormac answered. "It's good to see you, Roger. Alicia and I were worried Mel had you under some spell... Okay, I was."
"No, no spell. Not one that I mind, at any rate. How about you? How's your little blonde bit? I've been meaning to pay her a visit," he said, nodding as he was passed a pint.
Taking a sip of his drink, Cormac managed to hide most of his sigh. "I'm afraid Rose has moved on. It was probably inevitable, though."
"What the hell, man," Roger said mildly. "I thought she might be around to stay."
"I liked her," Cormac said simply, reaching for his drink again.
Roger took a pull of his beer and set the stein on the polished oak bar. "Then what's the problem? She was mad about you. She hardly glanced at me after you walked in the room, so she must've been."
Cormac met Roger's eyes. "This is going to sound even more conceited than usual, but yeah, I know she's mad about me. And that's the problem. She wants more than I can give her."
"You coward," Roger said with a grin, chuckling. "Have you ever thought about just trying it? If you don't like monogamy nothing says you have to stick with it forever, you know."
"Would you have to be Crucio'd to know you don't like it?" Cormac asked, scowling.
"I'd hardly compare being with a woman to the Cruciatus curse. Especially Rose. She doesn't seem like an awful shrew or anything."
Frowning, Cormac sighed. "You're right - that was harsh. Rose is smart, beautiful and kind. She wants someone who can commit to her fully. I can't do that, so why try and break her heart?"
"Ah," Roger said, nodding wisely. "You 'can't' do something you never tried. That's amazing."
"You know what I find amazing?"
Roger says what or something
"I find it amazing that you're channeling my mother," Cormac said. "I never knew that was a gift of yours."
"I have lots of hidden talents," Roger said, chuckling. "By the way, how is your gorgeous Mum? I haven't seen Priscilla in ages."
The smile was wide as Cormac thought of his mother. "Better every day, mate. Thanks for asking." He finished off his drink and signaled to Paul for another. "Oh, hey, I thought of you over the weekend. Did you think that quidditch match would ever end?"
Roger laughed, "Yeah, I gave up and listened to most of the rest of it from the very comfortable couch of Miss Demelza Robins. Technically against the rules, and yet I still got the story in."
"Ever the professional." Cormac toyed with his drink for a minute before asking, "You've finally forgiven her, then?"
"Oh, have we moved on to the point of the evening where we're we pointing out my faults, now?" Roger asked dryly. "Yeah. Should have done long ago. Some blokes move more slowly than others."
Shrugging, Cormac answered, "Well, only if you were done pointing out mine, but I was getting bored. Yours involve someone I've never shagged before. What can I say, that interests me."
"You'll want to back off before you get a good-natured pounding," Roger said firmly. "Mel's off limits."
"A good-natured pounding, eh? Kind of like the one I got when I shagged Mandy?" Cormac asked, grinning.
"You never cease to amaze me with the levels to which you're willing to sink to evade the issue," Roger said, reining in the urge to choke his friend. "If you go sniffing 'round Mel it'll make that one look like a love tap," Roger assured Cormac. Now you'll want to drop it, or I'll bring up your smart, beautiful and kind ex-sort of girlfriend, again."
Cormac held up his hands in surrender, not willing to go another round of discussing why he wasn't able to commit to Rose. "Truce," he said sincerely. "I'd never go after your girlfriend. There are some levels to which even I won't stoop."
"That's good news. Not that she'd have you, anyway," Roger said, almost sure of his words. "Besides that, what's happening with you? Ministry still a noose around your neck? Have you been promoted yet?"
"Work's still hectic, but I think a big change is about to come. I hear that Shacklebolt's thinking about retiring as department head, and I'm in the perfect position to take his place," Cormac said confidently. "Not to mention, most everyone in the department owes me a favor, right down to Shacklebolt himself, so I feel good about my chances." He popped a handful of peanuts into his mouth and asked around them, "How about you? Work going okay?"
"Same as ever. Bit busier as the cup approaches, more time at the Ministry, less at the Prophet. Less time to spend with Mel."
Cormac raised an eyebrow. "You've got it bad," he said, shaking his head. "Although, I have to say I'm relieved. That was quite the dry spell you had there."
"You're telling me," Roger replied. "But it isn't just that with Mel," he corrected, then laughed, a hearty sound ringing throughout the pub, "But why am I telling you this?" he asked. "There's no one in Britain who'd care less about my reasons for being with a woman. Another round, instead?"
"Exactly what I was thinking," Cormac answered, slapping Roger on the back.
Writers: persephone33 andseegrim
Word count: 1080
Rating: pg
Summary: Roger and Cormac drink beer and talk women
Roger,
Okay, I understand you've been a bit busy with your new lady friend, but come on, it's been ages. What? You don't need to drink anymore?
-Cormac
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Cormac,
You've missed me? It's alright to admit it, mate.
I draw the line at tongue, though.
Roger
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
You tease, you.
Drinks soon?
-Cormac
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Not until you admit you've missed me.
Roger
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Fine.
I missed you.
Before these exchanges get anymore homosexual in tone, drinks soon?
-Cormac
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Was that so difficult?
Bentley's this evening.
No sex involved, unless Paul has decided he suddenly prefers blokes.
Roger
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
8:00, then, and thanks kindly for the visual.
-Cormac
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Cormac was halfway through his drink when Roger arrived, taking the stool next to him at the bar. "I was wondering if you'd show," Cormac said with a grin.
"Have you asked Paul if he was available for the evening?" Roger asked, waving at the portly bartender to bring him his usual. "I didn't want to miss the floor show."
"He's not my type. I wouldn't want to get his hopes up," Cormac answered. "It's good to see you, Roger. Alicia and I were worried Mel had you under some spell... Okay, I was."
"No, no spell. Not one that I mind, at any rate. How about you? How's your little blonde bit? I've been meaning to pay her a visit," he said, nodding as he was passed a pint.
Taking a sip of his drink, Cormac managed to hide most of his sigh. "I'm afraid Rose has moved on. It was probably inevitable, though."
"What the hell, man," Roger said mildly. "I thought she might be around to stay."
"I liked her," Cormac said simply, reaching for his drink again.
Roger took a pull of his beer and set the stein on the polished oak bar. "Then what's the problem? She was mad about you. She hardly glanced at me after you walked in the room, so she must've been."
Cormac met Roger's eyes. "This is going to sound even more conceited than usual, but yeah, I know she's mad about me. And that's the problem. She wants more than I can give her."
"You coward," Roger said with a grin, chuckling. "Have you ever thought about just trying it? If you don't like monogamy nothing says you have to stick with it forever, you know."
"Would you have to be Crucio'd to know you don't like it?" Cormac asked, scowling.
"I'd hardly compare being with a woman to the Cruciatus curse. Especially Rose. She doesn't seem like an awful shrew or anything."
Frowning, Cormac sighed. "You're right - that was harsh. Rose is smart, beautiful and kind. She wants someone who can commit to her fully. I can't do that, so why try and break her heart?"
"Ah," Roger said, nodding wisely. "You 'can't' do something you never tried. That's amazing."
"You know what I find amazing?"
Roger says what or something
"I find it amazing that you're channeling my mother," Cormac said. "I never knew that was a gift of yours."
"I have lots of hidden talents," Roger said, chuckling. "By the way, how is your gorgeous Mum? I haven't seen Priscilla in ages."
The smile was wide as Cormac thought of his mother. "Better every day, mate. Thanks for asking." He finished off his drink and signaled to Paul for another. "Oh, hey, I thought of you over the weekend. Did you think that quidditch match would ever end?"
Roger laughed, "Yeah, I gave up and listened to most of the rest of it from the very comfortable couch of Miss Demelza Robins. Technically against the rules, and yet I still got the story in."
"Ever the professional." Cormac toyed with his drink for a minute before asking, "You've finally forgiven her, then?"
"Oh, have we moved on to the point of the evening where we're we pointing out my faults, now?" Roger asked dryly. "Yeah. Should have done long ago. Some blokes move more slowly than others."
Shrugging, Cormac answered, "Well, only if you were done pointing out mine, but I was getting bored. Yours involve someone I've never shagged before. What can I say, that interests me."
"You'll want to back off before you get a good-natured pounding," Roger said firmly. "Mel's off limits."
"A good-natured pounding, eh? Kind of like the one I got when I shagged Mandy?" Cormac asked, grinning.
"You never cease to amaze me with the levels to which you're willing to sink to evade the issue," Roger said, reining in the urge to choke his friend. "If you go sniffing 'round Mel it'll make that one look like a love tap," Roger assured Cormac. Now you'll want to drop it, or I'll bring up your smart, beautiful and kind ex-sort of girlfriend, again."
Cormac held up his hands in surrender, not willing to go another round of discussing why he wasn't able to commit to Rose. "Truce," he said sincerely. "I'd never go after your girlfriend. There are some levels to which even I won't stoop."
"That's good news. Not that she'd have you, anyway," Roger said, almost sure of his words. "Besides that, what's happening with you? Ministry still a noose around your neck? Have you been promoted yet?"
"Work's still hectic, but I think a big change is about to come. I hear that Shacklebolt's thinking about retiring as department head, and I'm in the perfect position to take his place," Cormac said confidently. "Not to mention, most everyone in the department owes me a favor, right down to Shacklebolt himself, so I feel good about my chances." He popped a handful of peanuts into his mouth and asked around them, "How about you? Work going okay?"
"Same as ever. Bit busier as the cup approaches, more time at the Ministry, less at the Prophet. Less time to spend with Mel."
Cormac raised an eyebrow. "You've got it bad," he said, shaking his head. "Although, I have to say I'm relieved. That was quite the dry spell you had there."
"You're telling me," Roger replied. "But it isn't just that with Mel," he corrected, then laughed, a hearty sound ringing throughout the pub, "But why am I telling you this?" he asked. "There's no one in Britain who'd care less about my reasons for being with a woman. Another round, instead?"
"Exactly what I was thinking," Cormac answered, slapping Roger on the back.