Merwyn Finwick (fallasleep) wrote in finnigans_rpg, @ 2015-08-06 02:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: gwenog jones, character: merwyn finwick |
Who: Gwenog & Merwyn
What: Hooking up yo
Where: Gwenog's place
When: BACKDATED February 2003
Rating: NC-17 - sex be here
The beginning of the year always tended to be a dark time for Merwyn. He'd never really recovered from the betrayal of his team - his Captain specifically - and being cut from the Tornados, despite his protestations and pretence to the contrary, and apart from the time of year having a naturally dampening effect on his mood it was also around this time that he'd had his first bout of narcolepsy which was the beginning of the end of his Quidditch career.
Every year since then around this time he'd been admitted to hospital with 'accidental' self-injuries, and while none of them had been successful thus far it wasn't for want of trying. He'd stumbled his way into Finnigan's, already drunk and supported by fairweather friends who were tapping him for his cash. They propped him up somewhere out of the way and took his wallet, leaving to get their use out of it while Merwyn was left on his own.
He was sobering up by the time the night drew to a close and he realised with a heavy heart that he'd lost all his new friends and his wallet too. He felt miserable and lonely (and still a little drunk) and when he bumped into Gwenog Jones, a fellow Quidditch player and a woman he'd admired for the entirety of her career, he couldn't help clinging onto the only port in a storm. "Gwenog! It's Merwyn, from... I used to play." That stumble was a painful one. "C'n I get you a drink?" He asked before remembering that he didn't have his wallet. "Oh, I mean.... I don't have my wallet right now. I'm sorry." he was more affected by that failure than he should have been; he looked at Gwenog like he'd broken her best broom or shot her cat or something.