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Regulus Black (nox_aterrima) wrote in afreshrpg,
@ 2012-02-21 00:26:00

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character: rainer savage, character: regulus black, time: 1998-02

WHO: Rainer and Regulus
WHEN: Monday night.
WHERE: Rain's flat, London.
WHAT: Drinking and friendly bickering abound.
RATING: PG-13 (or higher) for language most likely, NSFW as a result.
STATUS: Closed, in progress.

Regulus had managed to convince Sirius to part with some of the better liquor he had left over from Sunday night's Supper Club (the bottles were mostly empty, anyway) and had stored them away in their home at Godric's Hollow for a rainy day. Heh. Rainy day, Regulus thought with a smirk to himself, as he pulled the still boxed away liquor out from under one of the kitchen cabinets. Of course he'd used that pun on her many times over their years of knowing each other and she, of course, had always hated it.

He hoisted the box up and threw his jacket across the top of it as he headed out of the door, Apparating to the alley behind Rain's flat in London. To say that this night was long overdue was an grievous understatement. Between Regulus moving in with Sirius and adjusting to being officially back in the wizarding world and Rain's hectic work schedule, he hadn't seen her in over six weeks.

When he was finally standing in front of her door, he knocked loudly and called, "OI, WENCH, OPEN UP." He grinned devilishly and waved to one of her neighbours that had opened their door to see who was yelling.

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itwillbesavage
2012-02-21 09:33 am UTC (link)

Rainer’s schedule had been hectic. She’d been working to close some case involving one dumb asshole who had done something bad; she couldn’t even recall his charges right now because she was so fucking done with it all. Rainer was basically done with life right now, and with the next two days off in the middle of the fucking week, she certainly planned to take full advantage of sitting around and doing nothing. Starting with making Regulus bring her alcohol and neighbors giving her biscuits - clearly, these days off were shaping up to be nothing short of awesome.

She was sprawled out all over her sofa, face down, and barely even moved when Regulus came beating on her door like fucking Hit Wizards Anonymous. Too lazy to even bother with getting up, Rainer lifted her head just enough to reach for her wand, snatched it up into a wave and the door opened for Regulus.

“You’d better have a sizable amount of alcohol to come banging on my door like that,” she threatened, turning over onto her side on the couch. She figured the least she could do to be hospitable was roll over so that he wouldn’t just get the sounds of muffled speech while her head was buried in the sofa cushions.

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nox_aterrima
2012-02-21 09:54 am UTC (link)

"Just who in Merlin's name do you think you're talking to, woman?" Regulus mockingly questioned, as he walked into her flat and closed the door shut behind him. He shook the box of alcohol he was carrying slightly for good measure, so she could hear the bottles clinking together.

He walked over to where she was sprawled out on the sofa and sat the box down in front of her on the coffee table, tossing his jacket over to a chair across the way. Regulus looked down at Rainer, who still hadn't moved, and started nudging her with his knee.

"I brought you gifts. Move your arse over so I can sit on the comfortable sofa, too."

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itwillbesavage
2012-02-21 08:39 pm UTC (link)

“Sounds like Christmas,” Rainer commented, listening to the clanking bottle and tuning out Regulus’ voice as it came along with them. Her eyes shut, and she wordlessly pulled her legs closer to herself to her could sit down on the couch, and once he had, her legs outstretched again and settled onto his lap comfortably. It was her fucking couch, in her fucking flat. He could deal.

She did, however, squirm to roll over, now turning onto her back so she could look over at him with a scrutinizing eye. “You look like shit.” He didn’t really, but it wouldn’t be Rainer if she didn’t greet someone with an insult. There might come a day when she softened a bit, but today was really not it.

“So what the hell were you on about, talking about Krum coming to the Falcons and all. Just trying to piss off your jail bait fan base?” Maybe eventually the joke would get old, but it sure hadn’t yet. Rainer even smirked as she said it, putting the muscles in her torso to work to lift herself up just enough to grab a bottle and twist off the top and taking one glorious gulp before she offered it to Regulus.

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nox_aterrima
2012-02-21 09:19 pm UTC (link)

Regulus had just gotten comfortable when Rainer insulted him. He shot her a rather incredulous look and grumbled, "So do you, sweetheart. And here I was just about to be nice and offer to rub your feet. Rub your own damn feet, wench." So maybe he hadn't been just about to do that, but he could still hold it over her head.

"Why do you look like something out of Night of the Living Dead, anyway? Don't make me go tell your boss they're over-working you." He knew she loved her job and all, but damn -- not seeing her for a month and a half because of it sucked to say the least.

Regulus gave Rain another look and grabbed the bottle she was holding out toward him from her. After taking a healthy swig from it himself, he ran a hand over his face and groaned, "Don't even get me started on that. Not until you've gotten more alcohol into my system, anyway. And before you say it, yes, I'm fully aware just how fucking dumb I was about the whole ordeal."

He took a smaller sip from the bottle this time and passed it back to Rain, settling back into her sofa more.

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