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Greg Goyle (goyle_g) wrote in finnigans_rpg,
@ 2015-07-28 13:37:00

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character: gregory goyle, character: megan jones

Drunk & Angry
Who: Greg and Open (and two NPCs)
What: Greg is drunk and angry - who wants to take him on?
Where: Finnigan's
When: Monday 27th July, late
Rating: NSFW language

Greg hadn't meant to get drunk, exactly. It had been a shit day - George hadn't taken kindly to his own trick backfiring on him and had spent most of the afternoon taking it out on Greg, ordering him up and down the stairs, criticising him in front of customers, making snide remarks under his breath. Several hours of that had taken Greg from merely grumpy to quietly furious. Once at home, he'd finished off the bottle of nice whisky he'd received for his birthday and, still feeling like drinking, made his way to Finnigan's to prop up one corner of the bar as he spent too many of his hard-earned sickles on inferior product.

Two middle-aged men next to him were debating the upcoming Quidditch season and Greg half-listened as they debated the likely merits of Capper's captaincy of Tutshill. He ordered another glass as they moved on to the British League in general, discussing the various changes to the line-ups. "Appleby are keeping pretty much the same team, more's the pity," one of them said, catching Greg's full attention. "If they shook it up they might actually have a chance at the final this year." Greg grunted a thank you to the bartender as the second man added, "You'd think they'd take a hint from losing to the Bats."

"They don't need to change their line-up," Greg said, interrupted, scowling. "They're the best team." One of the men laughed, making Greg want to hit him.

"If they were the best, they'd have won already," he said, unkindly. "I hate delusional supporters." His friend nodded in agreement and added, "What they really need to do is get rid of Flint. He's a decent player, but kicking that Death Eater scum off the team would do wonders for morale."

Greg was on his feet in an instant, fingers curled around his wand as he pointed it at the man who'd spoken. "You - shut up," he shouted, his words even louder in the hush that had settled.

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gingerkeeper
2015-08-03 09:39 am UTC (link)

Megan had been sitting at the bar throughout the entire conversation of the middle-aged men. Hair pulled back and dressed in a pair of muggle overalls, she looked slightly disheveled and homely. Plus, it was late - no one was sober enough in these parts to pay her much attention. She drank her pint alone while flipping through a copy of A Complete Quidditch History; vol 3. She'd made a point to charm off the title of her book as the older gentlemen spoke loudly enough to be heard by others.

It amused her when she had opportunities to hear quidditch fans discuss their opinions so openly. Most of the time it was completely uneducated and entirely biased opinions being flung about like scripture. Most people forgot that the sport was a business and a lot of the decisions made to keep certain players had little to do with fan popularity - but contracts, business relationships, and trade strategy.

She hadn't recognized the face that joined the bar. But there was something about him that made her feel as though she knew him from some where. Hmmm..... Nope... Nothing. Suddenly the conversation began to escalate as the newly arrived patron started shouting.

"Yeah, Shut it!" Megan quickly interjected from the opposite side of the bar from where Greg was now standing. "Wars over - been for a real long time. Politics has no place in quidditch. And besides, anything he did before doesn't impact the way Flint flies now." She wasn't quite sure what that had to do with anything - but some where in Megan's head she decided speaking up with a rational approach might calm the growing tension between the three men.

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goyle_g
2015-08-04 12:49 pm UTC (link)

Had Greg thought about it, he wouldn't have expected anyone to come to his aid. Quite the opposite, in fact. If anything, he'd been prepared to be told to leave the premises by the bartender - who, he'd noticed, was both shorter and slighter than Greg and who'd have to get his wand out before he could do any real damage.

He glanced at the girl who'd spoken up, noting the red hair and wondering if this was yet another Weasley. He dismissed the thought after a moment. There were other people with red hair, and she'd spoken up for Marcus, something Greg was convinced no Weasley would do.

"I said he was a decent flier, didn't I?" the man who'd spoken against Marcus objected. "It's the rest of the team I worry about. Davies may be all cosy with Flint, but who else can have any pride in their team knowing what they're flying with?"

Greg's fingers tightened on his wand, anger and magic making his fingertips tingle. It enraged him that this man didn't even see him as a threat, and he wanted nothing more than to show him how stupid he was being. "Don't talk about him," he said, biting out each word. "Ever."

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gingerkeeper
2015-08-04 02:39 pm UTC (link)

After an eyeroll to the quidditch man's logic Megan watched the drunken rage boil in the younger man's face. She'd seen it a number of times with her brothers. She instinctively chose to move between Greg and the older man.

"You do know that there's more to the sport than feelings right?" She asked rhetorically as she positioned herself between the chaps. "Even if there is political tension around Flint, that's not what they're paid for. If they seriously can't forget about it on the field - they're not doing their job. So, suck on that one, for a second."

Megan quickly shifted gears and extended her hand to the anger tinged bloke. "Hi, they're idiots. Can I buy you a drink?"

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goyle_g
2015-08-05 12:24 pm UTC (link)

Megan's argument seemed to stymie the argumentative customer, and he muttered under his breath to his friend, who just laughed. It was only then that they seemed to notice Greg and his wand, shifting and evidently reluctant to turn their backs. Greg took a small measure of satisfaction in that, and lowered his wand slowly before turning his attention to the woman.

He'd been about to say yes when the bartender interrupted. "I think you've had enough, mate," he said, smiling a little. This wasn't Finnigan - Greg didn't know who it was, no one he recognised. "Why don't you let the lady buy you a coffee, or I can get your some water?" Slowly, Greg nodded. "Coffee, with sugar." He stowed his wand and looked at Megan, belatedly taking her hand. "Greg."

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gingerkeeper
2015-08-05 05:38 pm UTC (link)

Ah - much better decision. Megan tapped her nose and pointed at the bartender as he started making the man's drink. "Make that two - oh and two waters please."

Megan smiled jovially when Greg introduced himself and lowered his wand. She had won! Alright, so she probably shouldn't have felt as accomplished as she did stopping a potentially dangerous situation - but it was how she decided she'd give back to society that evening. Prevent a trip to ST. Mungos for those present... even the annoying sort.

"Megan," she returned the introduction. "Are you an Arrow's fan?"

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goyle_g
2015-08-07 09:29 am UTC (link)

Greg sat back down, shifting his stool a little way away from the men in question. "Yeah," he said. "Grew up in Appleby, so I've always supported them." As in all things, Greg's loyalty, once won, was near impossible to lose. "Then Marcus started flying with them - he's my cousin." Greg perhaps said the last word of this sentence a little louder than necessary, almost wanting the men to overhear, to know what they were dealing with. Greg had never been a Death Eater, but he knew that if he'd been a little older it would have been likely.

He looked at Megan, a little uncertain. In his experience, girls weren't really interested in Quidditch. Most of his friends at Hogwarts had come along to matches, but there had never been girls on the team while he'd been at school, and they'd always seemed to care more about the players as people than the actual flying. He knew there were women on league teams, though he generally considered them inferior to their male counterparts. "Do you follow Quidditch?" he asked, where he might have asked a man just 'who do you support?'.

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gingerkeeper
2015-08-07 05:34 pm UTC (link)

Megan remanined standing as she leaned on the bar next to Greg and listened to him openly. The news of him being Marcus Flint's cousin was an interesting one. She absently wondered if they were close or simply familial with loyalty. Megan had only chatted with Flint a few times during quidditch galas, but nothing of a regularly deep connection was formed. All she could note was that it was always fun playing against Falmouth simply because there was always some excitement to the game.

She offered a smile at Greg's question before answering "You could say I live, eat, and sleep quidditch. There's no other sport like it, right?" As the coffee and water arrived she offered quick thanks to the bartender and tended her drink. For whatever reason she'd decided she'd leave out the part where she played professionally. It was more fun that way.

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goyle_g
2015-08-10 04:21 pm UTC (link)

A little surprised by her declaration, Greg nodded. "I used to play Beater," he added. Honestly, he preferred watching to playing, he'd never been much good on a broom. Apparently that particular gene had bypassed his branch of the family tree. Still, Draco and Greg's mother had both instilled in him a certain level of pride at making the Slytherin team, and so he mentioned it.

Greg pulled his coffee towards him, taking a sip just to check it was sweet enough before choosing to let it cool a bit. He felt less angry already, but he still kept an eye on the men who'd so annoyed him. "Who do you support then? The Harpies?" The Harpies were Greg's least favourite team in the league, and he didn't have much respect for their fans.

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gingerkeeper
2015-08-10 05:18 pm UTC (link)

Greg's note of having played peeked Megan's interest. She tried to remember him from school - certainly he was close to her age. Trying to play detective in her brain she failed miserably.

A laugh escaped her when he suggested The Harpies. "Oh god no," she replied, "A team of only women, while admirable, doesn't offer the right sort of dynamic growth in my opinion. Plus, I hear their cycles sync and---urlg," she made a dramatic face followed by a chuckle as she continued, "No, I've been a Magpies fan since I was a kid. But there's also a special place in my heart for the Catapults as well - Dad's from Caerphilly so theres some long standing family loyalty there."

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goyle_g
2015-08-12 01:02 pm UTC (link)

It took Greg a moment to work out what Megan was saying - women's cycles not being something that he'd ever thought to consider or discuss - and when he did, he wished he hadn't. "That's disgusting." And it was a topic from which he wanted to move on as swiftly as possible. "The Magpies are okay," he admitted grudgingly. They'd done well last season, there was no denying that.

The Catapults, on the other hand... "Caerphilly came out nearly bottom of the league," Greg pointed out. He understood supporting a local team, and sticking to it even when things weren't going well... but that didn't mean he didn't consider himself better than a fan of a poorly playing team. "Did they even beat the Canons?" He hadn't paid full attention to the lower ranking teams at the end of the season. As far as he could remember, Wimbourne, Caerphilly and the Chudley Canons had all been around the bottom.

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gingerkeeper
2015-08-12 06:02 pm UTC (link)

Megan laughed at his question about the Catapults. "Hey now,"she ofered with mock defense, "The Catapults defeated the Cannons both times they played this past season. You're thinking of the Wasps... they lost 200 to 620 - Cannons."

Megan remembered scores fairly well with the games she watched. It had to have been something in her genetics. No she couldn't remember what she ate three days ago - but quidditch numbers... absolutely.

"Besides," she offferd, "the way I look at it, Caerphilly's that really inappropriately dumb sibling you have - even they don't do well - you still have soft sport for 'em, you know?"

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goyle_g
2015-08-17 09:22 pm UTC (link)

Greg raised an eyebrow. "You remember the score?" That was the mark of a true quidditch fan, and often more than Greg could do, not having a head for figures. "The Kestrels lost too, I think." The Cannons had actually had a better season than was usual for them - but they'd always be the joke of the league.

He shrugged. "I don't have any siblings." And if he did, Greg knew enough to know he would be considered the dumb one, most likely. "I've always supported Appleby. Even when Marcus played for Falmouth." He'd taken in interest in Falmouth's scores then, of course, but he'd still supported Appleby - and Marcus had understood that.

"The season starts again soon," Greg said, reminding himself more than Megan. "I'll get to go to a match."

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