keeponlaggen (keeponlaggen) wrote in platform_zero, @ 2016-08-01 22:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | alicia spinnet, cormac mclaggen |
Who | Cormac McLaggen, Alicia Spinnet
When | July 31st [Slightly backdated]
Where | The Murky.
What | Drinks. Drinks. Possibly more Drinks.
Rating | Low-ish.
Status | Closed. Incomplete.
It had been a shite couple of days. Hell, it's been a shite week, really. There was so much dramatic bullshit floating around the Island right now that he almost wished to be back at home trying to calm a screaming child. He shuddered at the thought. Maybe it wasn't that bad. That sound would forever haunt his nightmares. Half the time he was still afraid to go to sleep, knowing that the moment he'd settled, his mind drifting into unconsciousness, that piercing wail would send him jolting out of sleep. He didn't understand how people willing did this. Parenthood was awful. At the very least, he supposed, dealing with this drama was a little better than that.
It'd been a couple days since the fiasco that had been Katie's birthday. He hadn't seen or talked to her since and a part of him said it was for the best. If there was more distance between them than maybe he wouldn't feel the need to stick his neck out for her and that would make his life easier. It'd probably make both their lives easier, but he wasn't feeling generous enough for that thought right then. So when Ali had messaged him on the journals for drinks, he'd jumped at the chance for an escape that didn't involve getting bunch in the face. Don't get him wrong, it was bloody exhilarating and was probably the best means on the island to let off some tension ... but well, your face could only take so much before you needed to take a step back. Unconsciously, he brushed a thumb over the split lip he'd gotten two days earlier. He hadn't bothered with a healing spell. It hadn't been that bad ... then again, he hadn't decided to take on Rodolphus Lestrange, either, so that probably played a factor in it. Still, it was healing nicely.
Pushing the door open, Cormac entered the familiar atmosphere of the Murky. It didn't seem to be quite as busy as it had recently and he was thankful for that. Tonight didn't really seem like a pushing through the crowd sort of night. Spotting the familiar face at the bar, he made a beeline for her. "Alright, alright," he commented, shooting her a very familiar cocky smile, "the party can start. I have arrived."