Cassius Clinton Warrington (mynameisclint) wrote in the_quaffle, @ 2013-11-18 17:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | char: adrian pucey, char: clint warrington, char: marcus flint |
Who: Ade, Clint, and Marcus
When: Monday night
What: Who knows. It's the unholy trio.:<
Where: Some bar.
Status: Complete
Rating: Language, I'm sure.
Clint's weekend had been pretty shitty. In fact, he was more than ready for the Christmas holidays. Only a couple weeks and he'd have a whole month off. The thought was pure bliss. His Uncle's funeral had been... awful, really. He wasn't overly interested in the man and Adrian had seemed to be taking it in stride. But, he knew his cousin better than that. Something wasn't right and he couldn't nail it. He'd practically been fuming after the reading of the will but hadn't said anything about it. Instead, he'd walled up and it'd taken a helluva a lot of convincing to get him to come out.
Course, Ade was a good friend and Marcus had landed the Captaincy of the English National team and while they were all in mourning, Marcus deserved to celebrate this. It was a huge accomplishment. Still, Clint wasn't even sure he was up for it. Things with Lexi were... awful. He was pretty sure he'd ruined everything but at the moment, all he could do was block out whatever it was. She was done with him. He'd gotten a huge box of all his shite over the past decade. He was seriously considering just burning it.
Running a hand over his face, Clint sighed and tapped the bar, waiting for Marcus and Adrian to get here. He shot back another whiskey, feeling the tingle in his fingers. That was good enough for him. Aside from Lexi, being cut and watching Katie Bell make the team had irritated the piss out of him. So tonight? Tonight was about fun. Nothing but pure, adult fun. He was going to find a girl. A brunette or red-head and take her home.
"Hey," he said, when Marcus and Ade slid in on either side of him. "How's it?"