Cormac McLaggen is probably plotting your demise (mclager) wrote in novsila_rpg,
Cormac and Open
Cormac had no idea why he was here in the first place, other than a few people had decided to go over and they'd more or less dragged him there. He wasn't in a bad mood per say, but he wasn't really sure that he wanted to be "social" either. But he was dealing with it like he always did. Pushed his feelings deep down and made an attempt to enjoy himself. So far, so good. People were used to him not really talking a whole lot, and really, he was just acting like Mac. He'd played a game of billiards with some reserve player from the Prides and even won a few quid off of him.
He'd left for a moment to go grab some beer, since as good as the iced tea was, he was about tapped out on it. He came back just as the bon fire got going and he sat himself down near it, after sitting the six pack down gently first and then reached over and opened one up and tossed a cap into the fire. Ah, there, much better. Mac patted his pocket of his jeans to make sure that his pack was still sitting there and leaned back in the chair a bit and stretched out his long legs, a small smile coming to his face and a contemplative look came over it, and made a bit of a "Hmm" noise in the back of his throat and looked over at the food table, wondering if he should get up now that he was comfortable in order to get more food or not.