davies; ROGER (rgrd) wrote in reduxpitch, @ 2016-09-17 21:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, character: daphne greengrass, character: roger davies |
who ? daphne greengrass and roger davies
when ? saturday late evening, 17th september
where ? a pub
what ? roger's really out of luck here um
status ? continued here
The past few weeks had been bit of a mess in Roger's life. In as much as Roger's life ever was not a mess. Arran's bizarre list of questions had made Roger feel... well, he wasn't too sure what it had made him feel, because Roger was pretty shit at identifying his emotions past 'happy' and 'not', but it certainly fell more in the category of 'not'. So obviously, he had proceeded to avoid all feelings the best way he knew how - work and drink. One of those he was better at than the other, but the working was probably a more healthy option so he tried to stick with it.
Except today was Saturday and there was no work, thus drink had clearly been the only option. Drink usually led to sex, though, so Roger wasn't too concerned. He didn't particularly think himself a sad drunk. Or a drunk at all. He was very carefully avoiding becoming that, at least. Which was partially why Roger was still on his first pint despite having been at the pub for more than half an hour now. He'd chatted to a few people here and there but none of it so far had been particularly interesting.
That was when he spotted her. The brunette at the bar. She was sat on her own and had been for at least the five minutes since Roger had first spotted her. If that was not good enough of a reason to go over, Roger wasn't sure what was. "Buy you a drink?" He offered, leaning against the bar as he looked at her. Roger was close enough for her to know he was talking to her, but far enough not to come off as a creep. Hopefully, at least.