Closed RP: Cox and Sirius
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 it, but in his sour mood he'd nearly gotten into a knock-down brawl with some guy and as a result was sporting a couple of nasty and very annoying bruises (the other guy, meanwhile, had had the beginnings of an amazing shiner when they'd been pulled apart). In short, he could really use a drink.
Normally, in this kind of a mood, he preferred to drink alone, but once he'd tossed his bags down, he jotted off a quick owl to Sirius, letting him know he was back and to meet him at the bar. Maybe he needed some company he wouldn't have to think about, or maybe he just needed someone that wasn't JD to abuse (or maybe he kind of missed Sirius's very special brand of harrassment). Whatever the reason, he took up a spot at the Ravenclaw bar, got himself a drink, and waited for the Animagus to show.
Normally, in this kind of a mood, he preferred to drink alone, but once he'd tossed his bags down, he jotted off a quick owl to Sirius, letting him know he was back and to meet him at the bar. Maybe he needed some company he wouldn't have to think about, or maybe he just needed someone that wasn't JD to abuse (or maybe he kind of missed Sirius's very special brand of harrassment). Whatever the reason, he took up a spot at the Ravenclaw bar, got himself a drink, and waited for the Animagus to show.