Cormac McLaggen is probably plotting your demise (mclager) wrote in novsila_rpg, @ 2014-08-01 10:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | alicia spinnet, cormac mclaggen |
Who: Cormac McLaggen and Alicia Spinnet
What: Making an attempt to behave...and it's not exactly going well.
Where: The Ball!
When: Backdated to Saturday
Rating: TBD, change as necessary. Watch for language. Because it's Mac.
It wasn't that Cormac couldn't behave himself...it was just that he had a very hard time caring about any of this sort of thing. Hell, the only reason that he'd put some thought into what he was wearing was because of Alicia. Though, he still didn't shave off the stubble, that was one of his two small acts of rebellion. The other was that like hell if he was going to wear a tie or a jacket. Well, the jacket he had planned on wearing, but, er, do to Cormac's arms and shoulders getting a little bigger over the course of the past season...it didn't fit any more and he didn't think about checking for that little fact until about an hour before he was supposed to pick up Alicia didn't exactly occur to him. Oh well, he thought he looked pretty good. Then again, he usually did.
He wasn't sure where his teammates, his woman, his friends, or his brother were at the moment considering he was standing there talking to some old biddy about her dead cat or something, he honestly wasn't sure what she was blathering on about or how he'd gotten into this situation to begin with. Really, all he wanted was to freshen up his whiskey and go find someone to stand next to and pretend to look like he wasn't bored as shit and maybe have a decent conversation. Finally after this old bat started to go on about how Mac reminded her of her late husband he couldn't stand it any more. "Feck me did you see that?! Some turned inta a canary!" he said making the whole damn thing up and pointing behind the woman and as she turned around he muttered something about going to go find a medic and left.
It wasn't the nicest thing he'd ever done, but he was starting to feel his buttons being pushed which meant that someone was probably going to get hit soon after he left the woman, had he been trapped there for much longer. And really...he was pretty sure that he shouldn't be fighting tonight. Fairly sure. Sometimes, they couldn't be helped. But right now, he was at least sober enough to realize that. Instead he needed air and to drink. He stopped off at one of the bars and ordered a double and started in on his 'medicinal whiskey' as he started to move outside. He knew he wasn't exactly the easiest to get lost in the crowd, so he figured being outside would be good for the moment. He rubbed his face and then drew his flask out of his pocket, opening up a compartment that held his cigarettes. Cormac was proud of the fact that he'd cut down so dramatically over the years, and only smoked them on the odd social occasion any more. But right now, he wanted one...no...if they expected him to keep on behaving...he need one. So, he lit up not really caring who saw as the passed by and plunked himself into a stone chair after putting his flask back, and leaned over a bit with his fresh glass in one hand and a lit cigarette in another feeling a bit of the calmness return to his system.