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Who: Roger, Mandy, and Will
When: late Wednesday night
Where: Roger’s place
What: Mandy surprises the boys when they get home from the bar.
Status/Rated: Complete, DIRTY.



Roger glanced over at Will as they stumbled home, a big stupid grin on his face. It had been a good night, at least as far as he could remember. They’d ended up pub crawling, accumulating girls as they went, as they always seemed to do. In order to try and keep out of the papers, they’d kept to Muggle places, but since Roger still looked like a quintessential jock and not like Will was hard to look at by any means, they never lacked female attention. The last place they’d hit was a tequila bar, and after more body shots than he could count, they’d finally stumbled home after closing.

Vaguely, he knew that practice was going to be fucking rough in the morning, seeing how it was already the morning. There was really nothing worse than being hungover and on a broomstick, and with Will hanging around his house all the time they never seemed to have enough potions. But… fuck, body shots. Any drinking where girls hiked up their tops and let you lick off of their stomachs? In public? The best kind of drinking. Totally worth it. “You should give that bird a call,” Roger murmured, smirking as he fumbled to get the door open. “With the tattoo. Let me know what the rest of it looked like.”

When they finally managed to get inside, he was thoroughly gobsmacked to see Mandy sitting on his couch. He collected himself enough to move out of the way and let Will in the door, and one glance at Will let him know they both looked absolutely fucking drunk. And there was lipstick on Will’s collar. Roger’s hand moved up to cover his own, hoping Mandy wouldn’t notice.

“Hey, Mandy,” he said, as casually as possible. “Um. You look really pretty.”