Marcus (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} chefbelby) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} my_rpg,@ 2009-12-01 13:45:00 |
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Who: Marcus and Tim
When: Backdated to Sunday late night/Monday early morning
Where: Tim's place
What: Commiserating. Moping. Drunk times.
Drinks were the game and getting wasted was the goal. Marcus apparated onto Tim's doorstep with all his life's possessions a two hours ago after his fight with Lisa. He was angry and miserable. The only person in his life now that he could trust was Tim. Oh Merlin, did he love Tim. Such a good guy. He should have lived with him in the first place, instead of that traitor Lisa.
"I love you, ya three legged bastard," Marcus slurred, sending a sloppy gaze at his mate. He was on his eighth round. "I fucking hate girls. Those bitches," he large swig from his bottle, some of the lager running down his chin.
When: Backdated to Sunday late night/Monday early morning
Where: Tim's place
What: Commiserating. Moping. Drunk times.
Drinks were the game and getting wasted was the goal. Marcus apparated onto Tim's doorstep with all his life's possessions a two hours ago after his fight with Lisa. He was angry and miserable. The only person in his life now that he could trust was Tim. Oh Merlin, did he love Tim. Such a good guy. He should have lived with him in the first place, instead of that traitor Lisa.
"I love you, ya three legged bastard," Marcus slurred, sending a sloppy gaze at his mate. He was on his eighth round. "I fucking hate girls. Those bitches," he large swig from his bottle, some of the lager running down his chin.