Who: Megan Jones and Justin Finch-Fletchley Where: Megan and Justin's flat When: Sunday night. What: Justin: The washing out of one's hair. Megan: A discussion of concern. Rating: R (Sexual Situations)
Today was meant to go relatively easy for Justin. He had planned to wake up a little earlier than usual, sneak in a shower, head off to the ministry to run a few quick errands, and then drive his way to the cinema. But, from the moment Justin woke up his day hadn’t gone exactly to plan. His coffee had run out and Megan had used up all the tea, he had ended up walking into the wrong ministry entry and had put his foot in an actual toilet and then he had the wrath of a rather upset customer to deal with at the cinema. All and all, Justin just wanted his day to end. His dinner reservations would have to be moved to tomorrow night instead, there was no way he would be able to enjoy tonight with Megan -- not now.
Justin was exhausted and he was still pretty convinced his hair smelled of -- well whatever was in that drink, he took out his key and opened up the door, walking inside and dropping his bag beside the door, before hanging up his coat. Justin’s shoulders were slumped and his head was stereotypically lowered; as his mood shifted to his appearance and he made his way downstairs and towards the shower. He could here the shower running, but ventured inside regardless -- it wasn’t like he hadn’t seen Megan naked before and he really just wanted her to say something to cheer him up. He made sure to knock and call out that it was him and he was going to come inside and wait so he could get in afterwards, before he ventured inside. “So my day was absolutely horrible. How was your day, Megs?” Justin jumped up, so he could sit on top of the bathroom counter.
“Are you going to be too long, I want to get this stuff out of my hair, Megs”