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Dennis Finnigan Creevey (dennisthebrave) wrote in finnigans_rpg,
@ 2014-09-29 15:15:00

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character: dennis creevey, character: wayne hopkins

RP: I Swear This Isn't A Habit
Who: Dennis and Wayne

What: Drinking, Talking, then the Naughty Sheet Dance™

Where: Finnigan's

When: Sunday evening, 28th of September

Rating: NSFW

Dennis was well, drunk. It hadn't really been something he'd intended to do, even if he only had to work a half day the next day, but then Rose had happened. Well, also Rolf, but mainly Rose. Rose was very good at the getting drunk. It was something he'd always appreciated about her. It was a shame she and Rolf had left really. He sat for a moment, trying to wash his mind of the thought of Rose and Rolf getting carnal.

He was thinking vaguely of pouring himself home when someone pulled up a seat beside him. "Alright," Dennis said, turning and smiling blearily at his new companion.

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	dennisthebrave 2014-10-03 08:58 am UTC (link)
	Dennis shrugged at the less than overwhelming response and shifted into a more comfortable position. All things considered, it was kind of nice to have someone lying beside you, even if the way they'd got there made Dennis hate himself a little bit. Nuzzling slightly closer to the man beside him, he drifted off to sleep. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

waynecymraeg
2014-10-03 10:21 pm UTC (link)

Wayne leaned into Dennis and curled up against him. To be honest, though he liked sex (a lot), what he missed was falling asleep next to someone warm. And hot. And Dennis was both.

Five minutes. Wayne decided he'd let himself relax, listen to Dennis's breathing, and once he was asleep for five minutes or so, then he'd take his leave.

Once he'd slid out from under Dennis's grasp and retrieved the clothes Wayne determined were his and not Dennis's, he paused.

Should probably leave a note or something.

But Wayne was too spent to construct anything saying what he should have it say, so he scrawled down his mobile number on a scrap of paper and left it on the counter, before dizzily disapparating back to his own flat.

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