Cormac McLaggen (maps_cormac) wrote in greatergood_rpg, @ 2012-06-25 19:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: astoria greengrass, character: cormac mclaggen, date: june 2001, place: private residence |
RP: With Flowers And All
Date: June 25, 2001, evening
Characters: Astoria and Cormac
Location: Astoria's townhouse
Public/Private: Private
Warnings: It does a time-skippy/fade-to-black sort of things during any adult themed actions, so nothing graphic or played out. But it's there and it's obvious with how they interact afterward and what they say. So you're warned - they jump each other pretty much.
Summary: Cormac goes to Astoria's to pick her up for their non-date date with flowers in hand. Yes, Cormac has flowers.
Status: Complete
Cormac was well aware that this wasn't a date. This was not a date. This was far from a date. This was barely even two friends hanging out. So why did he have flowers - hydrangeas more specifically - and wine? He didn't have an answer. He also had no answer to why he was standing front of her townhouse either. She'd told him where she lived and to come pick her up for their evening out. Didn't that sound awfully close to the standard of a date?
Now, he was standing outside her door, trying to get the nerve to actually hit the doorbell. The problem wasn't that he was here or that she had invited him to pick her up. The problem was what all that implied. Shouldn't this be crossing some invisible line he knew nothing about? Or was it worse than that? Did it actually mean something, anything? He didn't have a clue which is what irritated him. He'd went to a strip club with his friends and thought of Astoria. While half naked women were around him - and admitted he enjoyed the sight - he had thought of Astoria and not just in the context that he'd like her to be one of those half-naked women either. It was almost disturbing to think about. At least no one had knew of what - or rather, who - he was thinking about then. Or when he went home. Alone. Something was obviously wrong with him. He'd love to think that if he got her out of his system and slept with her, things would change, but even he wasn't that delusional. Yet.
Reaching out, he rang the doorbell and waited, nervously. He was nervous and the realization made him a bit ashamed of himself. He had no reason to be nervous. He was Cormac McLaggen!
At least he didn't bring roses.