Cormac McLaggen is probably plotting your demise (mclager) wrote in novsila_rpg, @ 2014-02-05 20:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | alicia spinnet, cormac mclaggen |
Who: Cormac McLaggen and Alicia Spinnet
What: THE date.
Where: Locanda Locatelli...a fancy Italian place that Cormac would probably never set foot in on his own.
Warnings: It's Mac...so...language...probably.
Cormac McLaggen had been called a wide variety of names over the years, and he knew that not all of it was to be taken positively. However, most of the time, he took it in stride. Or at least tried to. Tried to turn that insulted look into a mad grin that would make people wonder if they should have spoken in the first place. The one that said he was equally likely to knock your teeth out as he was to start laughing. Out of the positive things, he was sure that "sentimental", and "romantic" were not among them. Unless his little sister was trying to take the piss out of him. To which, she was about the only person that he'd really take that from. Everyone else seemed to be fair game to his anger issues. He'd only met one other person outside of his family with the same sort of temper issues, and he had been gone for a few years now. It was something he didn't really like to think about either, the other man had gotten kicked out of the Hit Wizard program because he couldn't be contained, despite being yet another reality check for Cormac, he still didn't want to think about it. He'd worked so hard and not a single person could deny him that. Not even Fuckwad.
Which is why tonight was going to be a little more than difficult for him. He wasn't good at expressing feelings. Especially these kinds of feelings. Looking back on everything, he couldn't even honestly tell you if he'd had any sort of relationship with a woman that would qualify him as having been a boyfriend. Cormac had been rather unashamed over the fact that he was a one night stand kind of a guy. Maybe two if she were really something special. But more than likely, they were lucky if he remembered her name the next morning, or even saw him for that matter. He knew it wasn't the best system, or the most honest, or probably the healthiest of things, but he enjoyed it. It made him happy. Until recently at least. Somewhere around his birthday things started to change. He decided that maybe he'd grown bored with the whole picking up someone at the bar thing. And, well, his actions at the auction had just been further confirmation that yeah, something was going on in his head. The upstairs one. A thought that had totally freaked him out. He knew what Rodger was to Alicia and for the most part he actually did like the man...but something had just hit him the wrong way and before he knew it, he was blowing most of a paycheck on a date.
Okay, maybe not the whole paycheck since each one was...substantial, even with all of the household bills, groceries, cigarettes, alcohol, medical bills, and every so often a fine for probably breaking someone that he shouldn't have broken, or something along those lines. But, the fact that he'd spent probably more than what some people made in a day on Alicia, and more considering how much tonight was going to cost him by the end of it, spoke volumes. Or at least in his head it did. He could be wrong, despite what he normally told people, that did happen on occasion. Which brought him back to Alicia. Not many people got to see the side of him that he showed her. It had taken years of trust for him to ever really be able to open up to her, even if that something came out in grunts and three word sentences at times. And somehow she was able to translate that into English and something along the lines of him having middle-child issues, issues of feeling inadequate in relations to the rest of his family, and just...other not so amazing feelings that made him human and not...The Incredible Hulk.
And right now she was making him feel things. Actual things. More than just friends things. And that terrified the hell out of him.
But as much as it terrified him, he also knew that he couldn't just wait around because someone else could scoop her right up, that is after he decided that she wouldn't reject him. Which, as much as he was rejecting the idea, he knew it was a legitimate possibly that he was firmly in the dreaded "friend zone". Cormac wasn't sure how he'd react to that, but...one step at a time. Instead, he'd filled most of the dinner with some awkward conversation, mostly because he was wearing a tie in a fancy restaurant and had to borrow some clothes from his father since apparently he'd put on some muscle and his jacket no longer fit him. He'd let her order the wine and he was actually drinking it trying not to glup down his glass all at once he was so nervous, almost a little distracted. But by the time their main course was wrapping up...he seemed to be a little more like himself.
"'m still half convinced they're goin' ta throw me outta here." he said for the third time. He wasn't a fancy guy. He belonged in a dive bar...but, he'd figured she'd like something like this...and it seemed the place to go through with this...which was going to have to be soon or else he might lose his nerve.