Conscience off, dick on... (coastalong) wrote in afic, @ 2011-02-27 18:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: adrian pucey, character: angelina johnson, player: stacey, player: steff |
WHO: Adrian and Angelina
WHEN: Sunday Evening
WHERE: Appleby, Angelina's flat
WHAT: Talking (about gigantic wankers named Oliver Wood)
RATING: TBD
He was really trying. Well not really and it depended on what you were referring to. But he was trying to take this... helping a cause greater than his own seriously. That at the very least he was actually trying. It wasn't working. Well it had been until he realized that this cause very well could entail forcing him to work in the same general vicinity of tossers like Oliver Wood. That was a deal breaker at the moment. An all around deal breaker. He was well aware that he did nothing to endear himself to Wood and he never planned to change that. Defending that irritating four eyed Weasley was the last straw in that.
No. Fucking. Way.
Then to be accosted in the less than pleasant way in a pub loo... the black eye and fat lip he was still sporting was not the kind of rendezvous he preferred in such places. What that prick thought he could say about what he did or did not do with Angelina Johnson was none of his damn business. Or maybe it was and it was that very fact that Adrian hated. Of course Adrian was a bastard and not good enough for her. He was fine with that. He didn't care to be told that by asshats though. He also didn't want to think that he'd thought that. Fuck that noise.
This was over.
He gave her door one good knock, before shoving the door open. "I'm done Johnson. D-O-N-E. Done."