Who: Roger and Fleur When: Thursday evening Where: a Wizarding club, London What: Shots shots shots shots shots shots! Rated/Status: Umm… incomplete.
Roger knew this was not one of his better ideas, going out with Fleur when the papers were speculating about his breakup, or- really, going out with Fleur at all. Ever. It was a terrible idea. Especially not telling Mandy. But honestly? He didn't care. He was stressed and frustrated and the girl he came home to every night was vastly different from the girl he'd been used to coming home to before she was pregnant. He didn't know how to handle it. He could hardly cook anything anymore, she couldn't stand him drinking, she was crazy half the time, and he just didn't want to be home tonight. He wanted to drink, and he didn't want to drink alone. He didn't want to talk about his problems or think about anything. He just wanted to get nice and fucked up and have fun for a night.
And Fleur was fun.
He knocked on her door, already halfway to drunk from his headstart at home. He'd just pulled on a nicer pair of jeans and a black button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up. But when Fleur opened the door, he grinned. Fleur knew how to do pretty. He generally saw her in baggy sweats and a ponytail, which he knew was absolutely for his benefit. But Fleur in all her natural glory was impossible to not appreciate. "You look great," he nodded, leaning against the doorframe. "Now let's get fucked up, yeah?"