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Tweak says, "ROCKLOBSTER!"

Caradoc Dearborn (caradoc_) wrote in scotopia,
@ 2008-06-06 20:26:00

Who: Caradoc and Dorcas
Where: A pub
When: June 6, evening
What: Drinking the Night Away
Warnings: Well...drinking, and probably free use of language.

"Meadowes!" Caradoc called as he knocked on his friend's door. Despite what some people thought, Caradoc enjoyed a fun night out--even if to him, a fun night out was filled with alcohol and sarcasm. He hadn't gotten truly drunk since his attack; he'd been to cautious to let himself get out of control. He wasn't sure about that night, though. Nothing had really happened in the last month and a half, and nothing that could be traced back to knowledge he may or may not have given out.

So maybe tonight was the night. "Standing in front of your door isn't much bloody fun, you know."

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dorcas_
2008-06-07 04:28 am UTC (link)

"Oi!" came a shout from below. "I told you to try my other door, didn't I?" Dorcas shook her head as she pulled her shop's door firmly shut behind her, locked it, and hexed it for good measure. True, she'd told him she probably wouldn't be getting any work done, but she'd grown bored and fidgety waiting for him, and had headed down to her shop to make sure she had all her equipment ready for yet another wedding shoot early the next morning. It was a good idea to be prepared, anyway; she didn't anticipate getting back at a decent hour, and would probably be groggy and hungover in the morning. She really shouldn't be going out at all, but she didn't care-- she hadn't talked to Caradoc, really talked to him, since he'd been released from St Mungo's, over a month ago now. And while her good judgment told her to continue avoiding the subject, as it was probably a memory he didn't care to relive, she couldn't help but keep returning to it in her thoughts, like picking at a half-healed scab. Something about the Prophet coverage just didn't add up, and why Caradoc, and what, exactly...?

Well, tonight was supposed to be fun, and she'd try to keep her mouth shut about it. But she also planned to get him good and drunk, and if that meant he would finally want to talk about it, well, she was more than willing to listen.

But when Caradoc joined her at the foot of the rickety stairs that led up to her flat, her warm smile and jaunty tone hid any sign of her troubled thoughts as she asked, "Alright, where we headed then?"

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caradoc_
2008-06-07 07:43 am UTC (link)

"'Bout time," Caradoc teased as he came carefully down the stairs. They wouldn't be fun to conquer drunk; Caradoc's sensible side thought she ought to talk to the landlord, or charm them reinforced or something. He quickly ignored his sensible side. "Anyway, two choices: one, a dive Muggle pub in Covent Garden, walking distance from the nearest floo, or Hogshead, always a classic." He didn't have a preference; the dive Muggle pub had a few others nearby, so their options weren't limited if it ended up being a bad idea, and he hadn't been to the Hogshead in months. "Just no place big and too busy, yeah?"

	dorcas_ 2008-06-09 05:08 am UTC (link)
	"Yeah, another one tomorrow morning in fact, but I won't let it stop me. I could probably shoot a wedding with my eyes shut. And, anyway, I didn't want to put this off again or I thought we'd never see each other." She accepted the pint she'd ordered, and took a long sip before turning back to Caradoc. "Alright, your turn, how's life at the paper?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	dorcas_ 2008-06-09 06:51 pm UTC (link)
	"Oh." Well, he'd brought that up fast. If only obliquely. Dorcas took another sip as she tried to figure out what to say next. "Well, the reporting in bit probably isn't a bad idea," she said carefully, "but it doesn't seem fair that you're getting the worst of it. I mean, what are the odds of something like that happening twice?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	caradoc_ 2008-06-10 11:36 pm UTC (link)
	"Sounds good to me," Caradoc said with a grin before finishing the last of his drink. They ordered their rounds and thanked the bartender. Eager to find a new thread of conversation, he moved on to families. That was usually a safe one. "Hey, how's your brother doing? The younger one, Deacon. He's finishing school about now, isn't he?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	dorcas_ 2008-06-11 07:21 am UTC (link)
	"Ooh, you can be intimidating though," Dorcas remarked, eyes twinkling. "I mean, in the creepy, standoffish sort of way. Give yourself a bit of credit, eh?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)