keepollie (keepollie) wrote in amesoeurrpg, @ 2013-01-28 22:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | !!closed, !!thread, !place: muggle london, !player: ashley, !player: dani, demetria montgomery |
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Who | Oliver Wood & Demi Montgomery
When | After this
Where | Muggle Pub, London
What | Drowning out ridiculous images and perhaps relieving some of his frustration.
Rating | TBA
Status | Closed. Incomplete.
Oliver had not been having the greatest of days. He had forgotten to shut the curtains, which meant he'd woken to sunlight streaming into his eyes and temporarily blinding him at an ungodly time of the morning. This was promptly followed by an owl from his PR rep containing a copy of Witch Weekly and a request for his personal input on any statements given, particularly given the Flint gossip. Of course, he really shouldn't have mentioned anything in the journals because that simply ended up with Penny and Katie teasing the bloody hell out of him. He loved those two, but every now and again, his patience could handle no more. Of course, his slightly irritated attitude had a lot to do with the images of the two of them together. He had the distinct impression that he didn't at all like that thought. Why? He couldn't even begin to fathom. It wasn't like he had an issue with same sex couples.
Grumbling to himself, he shoved those thoughts out of his head. The whole point in going against every fiber of his being and getting completely and hopelessly inebriated was to erase those thoughts from his mind, not keep thinking about them. Glancing toward the bottle of whiskey he'd ordered when he'd arrived at the pub (an unfamiliar one, as he didn't want to attract people who knew him), he frowned. Like a true Scot, he'd worked his way through half the bottle and only had a pleasant buzzing in his head. He supposed it was a start.
When the bartender approached to see if he needed anything, Oliver politely waved him off. He would be good for the next little while and he really didn't want to deal with the man. He got the distinct feeling the bloke knew exactly who Oliver was and that simply was not on. He had wanted to avoid that sort.