who ? oliver wood and theseus rosier when ? tuesday evening where ? theseus' unopened restaurant what ? bros being bros? but without the failure and more sex, hopefully rating ? high? status ? active
Oliver's week wasn't going great. Or well, rather, the last seven days weren't going great, because actually this week so far hadn't been too bad. After his disastrous hanging out with Charlie, which ended with Oliver's sister needing to pet his hair and tell him that he needs to pull his shit together (or that's what he had taken from it), Oliver had a plan. Or well, he had an idea of what a plan should be. It mainly involved finally getting over Charlie Weasley and actually becoming a good friend. Oliver wasn't too sure if he could manage either, really, but he was sure he could at least give it a go. Which is where Theseus came into the plan.
The relationship Oliver had with Theseus, at least to Oliver, seemed much more straight forward than majority of the friendships he had. Oliver liked Theseus, because Theseus had a very similar understanding of sex as Oliver did. Sex was fun and exciting and something to do. It didn't have to be emotionally involving, obviously it could be, but it didn't have to be. So they were friends. Friends who had sex. Really good sex. Also sometimes Theseus cooked for Oliver and it was amazing, because Theseus cooking skills surpassed his sex skills, and personally, Oliver thought quite highly of those.
They had had a brief exchange that had involved agreeing that Oliver would come around to the new restaurant. It wasn't due to open for a while yet, but when Oliver stepped inside it, he could tell that the place was well on its way to being ready for opening. Majority of the furniture was still to be arranged and it appeared that there was still some done to do for the plasterers, but Oliver could certainly see where the progress was moving towards to. He managed to find the kitchen with ease, not in the least surprised that that had been completely finished, ready for action.
"The place looks great, T," he informed his friend once he had managed to locate him, also, unsurprisingly, in the kitchen. Propping himself against one of the counters, Oliver smiled widely at Theseus. "So should we talk about that chocolate thing?" He asked teasingly, referring to the ball of melty chocolate that had been pictured in Theseus journal.