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Roger James Timothy Davies ([info]rogeringdavies) wrote in [info]finnigans_rpg,
@ 2014-10-06 12:22:00
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RP: None of That!
Who: Orla Quirke and Roger Davies

What: Snarking and wedding present shopping

Where: London

When: Monday 6 October, Morning

Rating: SFW

Roger sat in the middle of a café, impatiently drumming his fingers on the table as he sipped his coffee (his third for the morning) and read the Guardian. It was a Monday morning and Oxford Street heaved with people, a fact which usually calmed Roger down, but today only seemed to add to his sleep-deprived irritation. Following Appleby's loss in their last game, Roger had been having trouble sleeping sure that he was somehow partly-responsible for his team's inability to win at home or stay on form. Luckily, he was going to be spending the day with Orla which usually lifted his spirits immensely. He glanced up again, hoping to see her walking towards him - although they weren't set to meet for another fifteen minutes - and sighed. Shrugging a little he went back to his paper, tutting to himself as he read his way through the World News section.

Finally, after ten minutes and a slice of cake that would have given the team nutritionist the vapours, Roger looked up and smiled. "Hey you, I've been sat here waiting for ages like and idiot!"


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