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Cormac McLaggen (macmclaggen) wrote in finnigans_rpg, @ 2014-11-13 16:42:00

RP: a night in
Who: Lavender Brown, Cormac McLaggen
What: Cor hasn't seen Lavender in like six whole days and decides to remedy that.
Where: Lavender's flat, Camden
When: Thursday, Nov 13th 2004, evening
Rating: NSFW - sexual content

Cormac was accustomed - in his adult life - to having his pick of any man or woman he wanted and very rarely being turned down or going home alone. Of course, since he'd started seeing Lavender, the thought hadn't occurred to him to go out and do anything of the sort. She was the whole package if you asked him - gorgeous and a little scary and outrageous and talented and funny on top of it all! And so Cormac had gone from getting laid just about every evening (or at least every evening he felt like it) to getting laid when he and Lavender could manage to get together and when they both felt like it. It was new. And tonight he'd been sitting at a muggle bar after closing up the work, enjoying a nice scotch in a corner seat by himself, and a beautiful, lithe man had approached him. The man was clearly interested. He even asked Cor if he had plans after his drink, if maybe he wanted to check out another bar. All sorts of thoughts crossed Cor's mind, most especially what he might be able to do with such a little pliable pretty body.

But other than the initial thought, he'd realized he actually wasn't interested after all and had thanked the man for the flattering invitation, but he'd be finishing his drink and heading to see his partner in a short time. The young man gave him a small smile of embarrassment and nodded before heading back to his friends at the other end of the room. It wasn't another five minutes before missing Lavender - and being very interested in what she might be up to after his drink - took hold of him and he fidgeted while finishing his scotch and paying his for his drink and heading straight out in to the cool London night. He stepped around the corner into a dank, abandoned ally and apparated to her building in Camden, not caring that he surely still smelled of scotch and was still in his work clothes of vest and tie from being in the shop all day. Checking the time just in case - no, not too late to just be showing up - he knocked on the door with a positively possessive look to his eyes.