chlotelia (chlotelia) wrote in lazarustheic, @ 2018-10-15 23:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, character: arran higgs, character: chloe pucey |
who ? arran higgs and chloe pucey
when ? monday night, 15th october
where ? pub in godric's hollow
what ? picking up her drunk husband
rating ? nc17
status ? complete
Chloe knew it was the Slytherin quidditch team alumni night out, because she'd heard about it at least three times before it had actually come around. Maybe more, because both Terence and Max had also mentioned it. Max, Chloe knew, hadn't gone, though as far as she was aware Terence had. Arran had, too, of course, now that he was allowed to go out and party (for as long as there wasn't a game the next day). It was good, Chloe thought, that he could go out and celebrate having gotten over his injury with his friends. Or well, whatever his ex team was, because Chloe was never clear on how much they were actually friends. Obviously Arran and Terence were, and Terence and Max were. And Marcus, though, Chloe didn't think he had been planning to go. Apart from that, Chloe wasn't even sure she knew who else was on the ex-team.
Perhaps she'd find out, now that Chloe had been asked to come and collect her poor, drunk, licked husband. "Not allowed to fight you, Rock," she informed the fluffy ball, rolling him sideways on the bed so she could get up and find some trousers, since going in her pyjamas was probably not the best option. The fluffy ball gave a grunt and then rolled around in bed. "What's that? You want to come lick Arran, too?" She asked giving the ball a grin and Rock bounced up and down, mostly, probably, at the mention of Arran's name. "Will you behave?" Chloe asked putting on shoes once she'd shimmied into her trousers. Rock bounced some more which Chloe assumed meant 'yes'. "Alright, but best behaviour, yeah?" She asked and Rock shot off into the living room, in what Chloe took to indicate excitement.
"Oh, you're clever," Chloe said once she emerged from the bedroom. Days earlier, Chloe had bought a Halloween basket full of sweets. Since Arran had been out tonight, Chloe had done a good job at eating most of them, before emptying the rest out on a table. This had led to an exciting side-effect. Rock loved the basket. He was now contently humming inside of it, not moving at all when Chloe picked it up. He did seem rather well behaved, so Chloe felt it'd be okay to take him with her. Besides, Arran would love it.
Apparating to the only pub she knew in Godric's Hollow (because that was where Terence and Max lived, rather than Hogsmeade which was next on Chloe's list if Arran wasn't there), she spotted Miles Bletchley almost immediately. "Bletchley, have you been letting people lick my husband?" Chloe asked raising an eyebrow at the man who just laughed, nodding towards where Arran was sat in the corner, looking down at his journal intently. "Hey, good looking," Chloe said, giving Arran a grin. "Wanna see a secret?" She asked setting the Halloween pumpkin basket down on the table and tilting it slightly towards Arran so he could see the pink fluff inside. "I've got a pumpkin Rock."