Arran Higgs (silverbroom) wrote in reduxpitch, @ 2016-10-17 09:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, character: roger davies, retired character: arran wood |
Who: Arran Wood and Roger Davies.
What: Drinks.
Where: The Hound's Pint.
When: Sunday 16th October, evening. {Backdated}
Since Roger had been busy on the Saturday, Arran had gone to the quidditch with one of the Montrose chasers - to spy out the competition, of course. It had been a good match, but they'd both been too responsible to go out for drinks after, so Arran had had a much earlier night than he imagined he would've had if Roger hadn't been already occupied. He'd woken up early and filled most of his day with training and exercise. By 7, he was both starving and slightly sore. At least one of those could be fixed at the pub.
Seeing as Roger lived literally over the road (a decision which had seemed brilliant at the time, then awful and now... somewhere in between), Arran stopped there first but received no answer. Apparating from Roger's doorstep to the pub, Arran spotted his evening's companion already at the bar. "Getting me whatever's on offer, or not getting me anything at all?" he asked. It would once have been a completely standard, playful greeting between them, and that was the tone Arran aimed at. It sounded a little forced but not, he hoped, bitter.
"You missed a good match," Arran said, deciding to leave off asking about the play until they'd found seats. "You'll have to come next time. Maybe I'll ask more than a couple of days in advance, even." He pulled a food menu towards him, glancing over it quickly. "You hungry?"