Roger was definitely not looking forward to coming home tonight. He was not the least bit excited, despite the fact that he usually loved parties and cookouts. He just didn’t love parties and cookouts on a week that he had a huge Quidditch match, or a week that he was trying to cut down on his drinking. Especially a week where he’d found out he’d more than likely ruined a marriage and slept with one of his girlfriend’s good friends. It was really more shite timing than anything.
He’d stayed a while after work, finishing up a last bit of paperwork after practice. But eventually, there really wasn’t anything else for him to do, any reason to stay. And he figured the sooner he got home, said his obligatory hellos, the sooner he could ward himself up in his room and ignore the party downstairs. Or maybe Mandy would be nice and let him sleep on her couch or something to get away. He was pretty certain she wasn’t coming. They hadn’t really talked since she’d left the other night, but it was a safe assumption. Mandy didn’t like parties in the first place, especially one at his place.
He finally made it home and stepped inside, wearing white t-shirt and some well-worn jeans. A couple of girls were standing near the door and waved when he walked in, and he recognized one of them as Will’s blow job girl. “Thanks again for letting me borrow your shirt,” she said cheerfully, and the girls standing at her looked at her, impressed. Roger just shook his head, managing a smile. He was so not in the mood for this. But then he noticed it’d had gotten really quiet when he walked in. A couple of people were looking at him uncomfortably. Some of the girls- almost eagerly. “Party sucks, Billy,” he said with a small smirk, expecting to have to push through the crowd, but people seemed eager to get out of his way.
And then he noticed what everyone was so nervous about. Across the room, there was a girl on the dining table. Not just any girl. His girl. Mandy, in that dress he liked so much, hiked up around her waist, fucking Gavin Chambers raking his tongue along her stomach. Roger stopped short, horrified. Watched as Gavin took his shot and tugged the lime from Mandy’s lips. And then he was fucking bragging about it. People started cheering and Roger felt sick. It was the worst feeling in the entire world. It had happened before, girls he was with getting drunk and snogging other members of his team, occasionally Will. But those girls were replaceable, girls he didn’t care about. It didn’t hurt watching them get with someone else- he just did the same. This, though. This was raw.
Roger didn’t know what to do. He was pissed and hurt and wanted to pound his fist into Chambers’ face until he was unrecognizable. But he didn’t really have time to think about it for long before Will stepped up, balancing the shot glass between Mandy’s breasts. And Will knew better. Chambers was a fucking idiot but Will damn well knew better. ”Move,” Roger gritted out, waving off the redhead that had rushed up to console him. “You’re fucking dead, Chambers,” Roger said, voice rising, his hands already curled into tight fists. He was so pissed he could barely see straight. He was going to kill him. “I swear to fucking God I’m going to rip your arm off and choke you to death with it.” He didn’t even look at Will, he’d deal with him later. And he couldn’t look at Mandy’s face. Didn’t want to see it. Oh, but he was going to pound the fuck out of Chambers.