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Tweak says, "yer MOM'S a tweak"

Melinda Bobbin (stirclockwise) wrote in heroing,
@ 2009-05-10 16:00:00

Who: Melinda Bobbin and Roger Davies
When: Sunday, May 10th, evening
Where: Roger's flat
What: Certain news has caused Melinda to wonder if her fake boyfriend might be in need of some real comfort.
Status: Incomplete

Quidditch was not an activity that she spent much time focusing on. Games, as entertaining as they could be, were slightly useless in her opinion. Still, to keep appearances, she did occasionally attend some of Roger's games. The Cannon match was not one of the ones that made her list of being important enough to go to. Instead she had stayed in and worked on a few reports for the coming week. Especially since Sunday was her day off and that meant time to relax.

Or at least that was what she assumed would be what she was doing. While partaking in a quiet dinner at home since Gwen had yet to come over, her secretary's owl flew in. The evening prophet was dropped in her lap with a quick hand written note attached. Picking up the note, she handed off a bit off her dinner to the owl as she read it. Thought this might be of interest, you might want to check up on him was all it said. Setting that down she looked at the front page only to instantly realize just what her secretary was talking about. Well, that was certainly less than pleasant.

Finishing her dinner quickly, she pulled out the owl treats and gave them to the owl. Scribbling out a note of thanks, she sent the bird back to her secretary and headed to her cabinet. Picking out a few bottles of her own personal hangover recipe, she grabbed a bag and placed them inside. She might not be dating Roger, but she did feel some concern for him. He was one of the few people that she had trusted with her secret after all and that meant something to her. So with a quick step outside of her own flat, she apparated over to his abode.

Knocking on the door, she waited for a minute exactly before she set about unlocking it herself. If he was not home then she could just leave the potions. If he was it was likely that he was incapacitated to the point of no longer being able to open the door. After a few spells, the lock clicked open and she walked inside. "Roger?" she called in, shutting the door behind her. "Where have you holed yourself in at?"

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ex_roger_dav828
2009-05-10 03:47 pm UTC (link)

Roger had been stunned and furious at the outcome of the match. He'd been tracking the Cannons, in spite of the little threat they'd posed to the Magpies, and no research could possibly prepare them for what they faced on the pitch that day. 49 goals and well over five torturous hours later, the snitch was caught to Roger's complete horror. The fans were livid, the team stunned and management was out for blood.

Roger? He was royally fucked. The previous year had gone over fairly well as had his first year, but first Smith, then his injury and now this? He was absolutely fucked. He'd spoken to Toke following the match or rather he sat there during a thirty minute lecture, which had been the most painful thirty minutes in his life. Whether he'd still have a career in Quidditch remained to be seen following the next game. Thanks to his incompetence, according to Toke, the Magpies were officially out of the running for that year's final, and even a win against the Harpies next weekend couldn't save him. The league's most successful team in history was a complete laughing stock and it was entirely his fault. It wasn't a matter of whether he would keep his job because he was already unofficially fired; it was a matter of whether he would ever play Quidditch again.

It had taken an hour, five glamour charms and loads of effort for Roger to go home that day. The cameras had set up camp outside of the locker rooms and Roger couldn’t go outside without a disguise. When he finally arrived at home, Roger settled himself in the living room and just stared out the window. He'd never thought his life would end like this, but as he contemplated what he'd do without Quidditch, Roger started to wonder just how high his body would bounce were he to launch himself out the window. Or the angle he'd have to stand in front of the mirror to hit himself with Avada kadvra. There were so many different possibilities.

When Melinda arrived, Roger was sitting in the centre of the sofa staring at the fireplace. He'd heard but not registered the knock on the door. Instead he lifted the bottle of firewhiskey to his lips and took a long drink. There were already three empty bottles on the floor beside him and it was quite frankly a miracle he hadn't given himself alcohol poisoning. Not paying attention to what Melinda said, Roger took another swig of the bottle. Maybe he should have tried the window.

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stirclockwise
2009-05-10 03:55 pm UTC (link)

The scene before her was what she had expected. In fact she was mildly surprised that he was still conscious. While Quidditch was just a silly game to her, she knew how hard Roger worked at his job. It was more than just a game, it was strategy, planning, and precise calculations to try and get his team in the best position possible. This defeat could spell the end of his career, which was what he had spent every part of his being working towards. Melinda knew if a similar situation happened to her, she would be devastated.

But it was not happening to her and she needed to keep Roger from killing himself. Walking over, she set her bag down on the end table. Without any concern for what his reaction would be, she reached out and snatched the bottle out of his hand. Setting that down next to her bag, she frowned and looked at the mess he had already managed to make of himself.

"Well, at least you're conscious. Though who knows for how long." she sighed. Opening her bag she pulled out one of the vials and looked over the label she put on it before handing it over to him. "Take this."

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ex_roger_dav828
2009-05-10 04:40 pm UTC (link)

Having spent the best part of his Hogwarts career and all of the last eight years of his life working on his Quidditch skills, there were very few things more important to Roger Davies than his Quidditch career. There was the concrete plan to become Minister for Magic, but that all hinged on being the perfect candidate. The end of his Quidditch career could effectively ruin that as well. It was why he'd started drinking. The longer he'd been drinking, the less he'd needed to think. And the less he thought, the less he worried.

When the bottle left his hand, Roger's gaze turned sharply as he looked up to the person who'd dared steal his alcohol. "Give that back," he said, his voice stern but also very slurred. He'd recognized Melinda, sort of, and whilst he would normally appreciate her presence, the fact that she was withholding the one thing that was making him feel better, did not endear her to him at the moment. He really didn't understand why she had to come there, steal his drink and just make matters worse.

He shook his head. "I don't need that, that'll just help and I don't want help," he mumbled, not caring whether he was making much sense or not. Normally, Roger was a friendly, flirty drunk; today he was just morose and completely depressing. "Take it away," Roger said, waiving the thing back as his eyes went back to the unlit fireplace.

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stirclockwise
2009-05-10 05:49 pm UTC (link)

Melinda normally avoided drunks. Or more accurately she avoided drunks that were not attractive females that she could have a bit of fun with. In general she found them to be difficult to work with and less than amusing conversationalists. That is unless they had a lovely body to distract her from that important fact. Roger unfortunately had a gorgeous body, but not the type she had interest in. So his protests were met with little consideration.

"I'll give you a choice. You can either take this potion, willingly, to help hydrate yourself or I will get out one of the other vials. And that vial I will force you to partake in, allowing it to rapidly absorb the alcohol in your system in a rather violent and uncomfortable manner." she said in a matter of fact manner as she continued to hold the vial out. "Make your choice, Davies."

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ex_roger_dav828
2009-05-10 06:07 pm UTC (link)

Roger glared at Melinda's form. Or rather, at the version of Melinda he thought the voice was coming from. Although with all three of them moving simultanously it wasn't exactly easy. Why couldn't they just leave him be? Everyone else was either ignoring him or hating him, that was so much easier to deal with.

"If I take it, can I have my fucking bottle back?" Roger grumbled irritated as reached out for the vial, clutching it when the thing ceased to sway. He looked over at her as if he was waiting for her to agree to his feeble deal. Taking the cork off Roger tipped his head back and emptied the contents of the vial into his mouth. He shuddered at the taste.

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stirclockwise
2009-05-10 06:11 pm UTC (link)

Melinda assumed that he was glaring at her, though it seemed more like he was scowling to the right of her. Considering the evidence of intoxication though, that sort of reaction was hardly a surprise. At least he decided to take the easy route then force her to use force. As crude as force was, she was not beyond its use when the matter called for it. And keeping him from drinking himself to death seemed like it would be important enough.

"I'm not agreeing to anything, and I'm surprised that you would expect me to be that willing." she replied as she sat next to him. "You've had enough for now. Perhaps later I'll let you have the bottle again."

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ex_roger_dav828
2009-05-10 06:39 pm UTC (link)

Roger hadn't taken her threat seriously. He probably would have if he were actually thinking straight, knowing that Melinda could be a force all unto her own. As it was, he just figured he'd get the bottle back if he did as he was asked.

Once Melinda sat down next to him, Roger scooted in close and slid his hands around her small waist, resting his head on her shoulder. "It tastes really good though. Helps forget."

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stirclockwise
2009-05-10 06:44 pm UTC (link)

At least he was not being too belligerent. In fact he seemed to be settling into an almost docile manner. Which Melinda preferred, because that meant that she would not have to bodybind him. She really did not enjoy doing that, but sometimes there were just no other options.

Running her fingers through his hair lightly, she looked down at him. It bothered her that he was this upset, that this had happened to him. And, given that it was quidditch and she held no real sway over that establishment, she could not do much about the situation. "Forgetting will only last so long, and I'd rather not have to transport you to St Mungos." she said softly.

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ex_roger_dav828
2009-05-10 07:04 pm UTC (link)

Roger snuggled up close too Mel, breathing her in. She smelled really nice. He smiled a little against her shoulder. Sometimes he was really glad she was his pretend girlfriend, although for the life of him he couldn't remember why.He did know that there weren't very many people he'd let see him like this, Roger did not get sloshed very often, and when he did there was usually a pretty bloody good reason. As far as he was aware, getting fired qualified, and Mel was good enough to not leak it to the papers.

"Don't need St. Mungos." Roger muttered, a little indignant. What he needed was a nice, cold drink and maybe a shag. A shag would do wonders right about now.

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stirclockwise
2009-05-10 07:09 pm UTC (link)

There were very few people that Melinda considered actual friends. There were people she was friendly with, who she got along with, but the ranks of people to which she actually revealed information about herself as incredibly small. Roger was one of those people. He protected her and she would damn well protect him to the best of her ability. That was what friends did for one another.

"Not yet, and I'm going to do my best to keep it that way." Melinda replied, continuing to play with his hair absentmindedly. "That's exactly the sort of thing that can't get into the papers right now. So we won't let it happen."

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	ex_roger_dav828 2009-05-10 07:25 pm UTC (link)
	Roger nodded numbly, his eyes looking up at Melinda's jaw, trailing along the line toward her lovely pink lips. "You're a good friend," he murmured, his words still slurring. To him, however everything he was saying came out perfectly, so very smooth. So as he tilted his head and moved to kiss her, Roger had every expectation that she'd reciprocate. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

stirclockwise
2009-05-10 07:29 pm UTC (link)

She had been about to reply to him, with the possibility of a snide remark, when all of a sudden she found his lips pressed against hers. While for most any other witch in the country this would be a dream come true, all Melinda could feel was a pit in her stomach developing.

Putting her hands firmly on his shoulders, she pushed him back and looked at him sternly. "Exactly what do you think you're attempting to accomplish here?" she said sternly. She knew that she should not be upset, he was smashed and upset. But Merlin, he was the one guy she should not have to expect this from.

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ex_roger_dav828
2009-05-10 07:41 pm UTC (link)

As his lips toughed hers, Roger felt as if he was finally getting some much needed attention. The feeling was over in a flash however as she pushed him away. Eyes widening in surprise, Roger stared at her though heavy lidded eyes. "What don't you - " Roger paused as it suddenly dawned on him why she was just his pretend girlfriend. Letting out a sigh, Roger cursed and glanced at his lap. "Sorry, I, forgot." he said softly, looking up and into her eyes.

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stirclockwise
2009-05-10 11:00 pm UTC (link)

"It's all right." she said quickly, letting go of his shoulders and folding her hands into her lap quickly. No matter how drunk Roger had gotten before, he had never tried that. Not since their first disastrous meeting. The fact that he was so far gone that he would try that with her of all people had her worried.

Looking back at him, she sighed and relented slightly. Reaching up, she cupped his cheek and kissed his forehead lightly. "We should get you at least a bit cleaned up. Lying down likely wouldn't do you any harm either."

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	ex_roger_dav828 2009-05-12 07:33 am UTC (link)
	Roger sighed softly as he scooted away from Mel to the other edge of the sofa. God he needed another drink. He sighed just a little as Mel touched his cheek and found himself blinking back the tears. "I should. Sleep. Maybe." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

stirclockwise
2009-05-13 02:05 am UTC (link)

Getting up gently, she looked down at him. She could not imagine how miserable he must be right now. His future was in the hands of other people, that was never a comforting thought. Especially when what he wanted out of life relied so heavily on public opinion.

Offering her hand out to him, she attempted to give him a comforting smile. "Come on, we'll get you to bed. I'll even spend the night. Won't shag you, but I've heard my chest and be quite the nice pillow."

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