RP: In which Oliver Wood is the worst at being heterosexual Who: Roger and Oliver
What: Dinner, movies, shameless cuddling
Where: Roger's flat, Mayfair
When: Wednesday Sep 10, 7:30pm
Rating: NSFW for language
Roger Davies was determined. Oliver was coming over and Roger would not just be getting out of the shower when he arrived. At least that was the plan. He was vaguely worried that Oliver's new relationship with Melinda would have spontaneously made him start being punctual, but that was too strange a thought to consider.
It was thus to his great disgust that their was a knock on the door, just as he got out of the shower. "This is getting fucking ridiculous," he muttered crossly to himself. "I bet this wouldn't happen if Alicia or Melly or Cho were coming over, but nooo my womenfolk have apparently abandoned me to live their lives and maintain their gainful employments."
Still muttering irritably, he padded across the flat and opened the door. "I swear I'm not actually a slut, I just can't seem to stop getting out of the shower when my friends arrive," he said to Oliver by way of greeting. "Come in and make yourself at home, I'll be right back." Quickly, he dashed into his room, threw on a pair of grey sweatpants and a pale blue Appleby shirt, and dashed back out again. "Hey you," he said, moving in to give the other man a giant hug. "How's tricks?"