RP: Maxxy and Ben Date: June 21st 2030 Characters: Max and Ben Location: Hawthorne Place Private/Public: Private Rating: Adult Summary: Max comes home from a club.
Stumbling slightly as he apparated outside his building, Max fished in his pocket for his keys mumbling to himself all the while. The poltergeist better not be about because he was so not in the mood for a confrontation. Max always had been a happy drunk and the ghost always brought out his tetchy side. He didn't want that, he'd had a great night and he wanted to go to bed feeling all warm and fuzzy. It would have been better for him to be going home with someone, but there had been press at the club, more's the pity. The only way he could get any kind of privacy was to go out in Muggle London.
Finally locating his keys, he let himself into the building and crept up the stairs to his Penthouse. He hated lifts, never used them if he could help it. He just hoped his drunken footsteps wouldn't wake any of the neighbors. Maybe he should take off his shoes? Yes. That was a good idea. Pausing on a landing, he leaned against the nearest wall and proceeded to tug off his boots, ending up landing on his arse after a shockingly ungraceful fall. 'Bugger it.'