rp log: alex & morag
Who: Alex Bole & Morag MacDougal When: Last Tuesday evening. Where: A fancy restaurant. Rating: PG for some sexual themes. Warnings: Talk of pretty much sleeping with everybody lol. Summary: Two old friends and ex-lovers meet up for dinner and dancing and a bit of fun. ;) Status: Closed. Complete.
Her first patrols over, Morag was more than happy to return to Kingscote. The house had remained empty during her week away; her fiance had yet to arrive. She wasn’t worried. In fact, she was relieved. She still had a sense of freedom to do as she pleased, and that’s what she was doing tonight. Going out with Alex was something that Morag had actually been looking forward to all week. Her emotional connection with her old ex-boyfriend wasn’t any stronger than those she’d had with others, but she did have some sort of feelings for them. They weren’t romantic -- not that she could tell -- but she felt oddly protective of him. Besides, there was something about potentially making his future wife jealous that just tickled her pink.
Morag slipped into a chic but simple blue dress before heading out the door to meet Bole at the restaurant. She had no trouble Apparating in her impossibly high heels (in fact, she was the best walker in high shoes she knew) and arrived on location with a few minutes to spare. She headed inside and, upon inspection, decided Alex hadn’t arrived yet. Morag ordered a cocktail and waited for her companion, entertaining herself by looking at the women and rating their outfits.
The patrol had bored him out of his mind. It wasn’t so much that there was nothing to do, but he was stuck with little Nott as a roommate. He’d have given his left nut to have Millicent instead. Listening to her snore would’ve been better than the complaints about Astoria. It was as if Nott never dealt with women before, which was something that Alex could quite believe. The poor boy seemed to be quite inexperienced, and then he had gotten stuck with Astoria, who would’ve been a handful for even an experienced man. Granted, that was amusing, but spending a week alone listening to it was not.
If Alex had known that she was protective of it, that would’ve amused the hell out of the former Slytherin Quidditch beater. One just wasn’t protective of him, though in a sense others were. He was a little late for the gathering, but it wasn’t by much. Only by a few minutes, in fact, before he showed up. “Looking good, Morag.” He said with a grin as he finally stepped in behind her. “Starting without me?” he teased as he tilted his head.
“It’s rude to keep a lady waiting, Alexander,” she replied, turning around to look up at her friend. Morag would have recognized his voice anywhere. They had been on patrol together for the week, but as it wasn’t really a time to socialize, it had been difficult to find time to talk. Besides, when Morag wasn’t out or eating, she spent her time in her assigned room, preferring to make the week as quick and painless as possible. Bulstrode wasn’t a terrible roommate, but Morag didn’t know her that well and would rather spend time by herself anyway. So seeing Alex tonight was a bit of a treat for her.
She was pleased to see that he hadn’t changed much from his days at Hogwarts. He looked older, less like a teenager and more like a man. But he was still just as handsome and just as much of a flirt, if not more so. Morag held her drink hand out to the side so as not to spill before placing her free hand on Alex’s shoulder and kissing both of his cheeks. “Lovely of you to suggest this, though. Sure the ball and chain won’t mind too much?” She smirked.
“You’re making me be a good boy all night.” Alex said with a grin as he let her kiss his cheeks. Then, he settled down into a seat himself. “Gotta give a guy a little badness, right?” He looked her over from his new vantage point. “What are you drinking tonight?” he asked before his attention shifted toward the glass in her hand as he considered for a moment. “Even starting that without me.” He tsked at her before he shook his head. A hand was motioned toward one of the servers and he ordered himself a glass of wine. If he had to play the high society, it would be the whole round.
When she asked about his fiancé, he considered her words for a moment, before a smile widened on his lips. “Oh, its not like she wants my attention focused on her anyway.” Alex said with a shake of his head. “I don’t think she’d mind, I think she’s more upset that she can’t go and do things like this without permission. I’m sure she’d be more than pleased if I always paid attention to other women.”
“Martini, straight up and dirty. Just the way I like it.” Morag couldn’t help the cheeky grin that curled her lips. Despite what she told the many men she’d known over the years about “behaving,” she received an immense amount of joyous entertainment from flirting shamelessly with them. A pessimist would say she was a tease. Morag liked to think she was making sure people knew what they had the potential to take home later on. “And I’ve barely had a sip, darling. Don’t be sore.”
After considering Alex’s comments about his betrothed, she answered almost disinterestedly, swirling the olive around in her drink. “Pity. She’s not bad looking. You could make a lovely couple if she was willing.” A rare compliment from Morag; she very rarely admitted that other women were beautiful.
He chuckled at her as he returned her grin and he shook his head a little. He was more than familiar with how she was, he had known her for long enough. But, the expression always did amuse him. He turned and motioned toward the bartender as he leaned against the bar and waited for him to get noticed. Granted, it wouldn’t be very long, since both him and Morag were obvious Death Eaters. “Firewhiskey.” He said in a simple voice before he turned toward her.
“Oh, I wouldn’t worry about her. Though, I guess she might be more willing if I didn’t keep running around behind her back.” Alex said with a chuckle as he reached over to take the glass as it was given to him. A long sip was taken from it before he set it down on the counter. “She’ll be a proper little wife when we’re out in public, which is all anyone cares about, right?” The perfect little couple to show around to all the lower class wizards. Just what Alex always wanted to be when he grew up.
Morag sipped her own drink while Alex ordered. It was a bit odd being out. She hadn’t gone to a nice restaurant -- or anywhere, really -- since before the war. Her social life was uprooted by her requirements to fight, though she didn’t spend much time out on the battlefield herself. Life had not returned to normal by any means: arranged marriages and all the responsibilities that went with them, weekly patrols in which she was forced to stay in some strange bedroom with a roommate, slaves and bound and all of the different classifications of “worthless” for those who chose the wrong side.
She blinked, forcing herself out of her little reverie, and smiled again. “Let’s get a table, shall we?” After the pair were seated, she picked up the pressed white linen napkin at her place and folded it neatly on her lap. “I can’t say I’m not jealous of your pairing. At least she’s legal. You realize my fiance is sixteen?”
He hadn’t done much since the war ended, but at least he had gone out. Little shopping, caught up with old friends, even if they had been regulated to second class witches. Not that Alex really cared about some things. In truth, he really wasn’t that much of a supremeist. Sure, he considered Muggleborns beneath them, but only so far as Purebloods, and maybe some halfblood families should be in charge, rather than how the Ministry had been doing things. For him, the war was all about power and influence, rather than Blood status.
He, however, chuckled at her words as he grinned at her. “Just think about it, you get to mold him and train him to be exactly how you want him to be. Rather than having to fight all your time with someone like say… myself being an irritating bloody bastard all the time.” Alex winked at her as he settled into his seat and took a sip from his drink. “Mine’s only your age, you know. Still pretty damn young. I know I hadn’t planned on being married this young at any rate.” Not that he ever had a choice in it. The Bole’s had long arranged marriages for their kids.
Morag opened her menu but didn’t look at it just yet. “At least she’s legal, Alex. And past puberty. Hopefully.” She remembered the boys in Ravenclaw at age sixteen. Many of them were still pimply and scrawny and shorter than most of the girls. But there were a few that had growth spurts and started to fill out, their gangly limbs beginning to form muscle. Still, sixteen was... well.
“I know that we’re young, all of us. That’s the point. But there’s quite a big difference between twenty and sixteen. It’s a shame Mrs Malfoy won’t allow trades.”
“Musical Fiances?” he asked with a laugh and a shake of his head. “Oh, wouldn’t that just be amusing. When you tire of one, just trade with someone else.” Alex was highly amused by that thought even as he watched her for a long moment. “And just who would you want in your bed instead of this little one, then, hmm?” That smile of his only got wider as he tilted his head. “And no wishy washy, I want names.”
He took a sip from his drink as he chuckled a little more. “And yes, she’s quite past puberty at the very least.” Alex considered things for a moment before he just grinned at her some more. “”I’m sure she’s going to look just fine when I do finally seduce her, though me sneaking out like this isn’t helping my case at all there.”
Morag considered Alex for a moment. “If we could bend the rules, I wouldn’t mind having you myself, or Urquhart. I think I’d work well with either of you. But considering the restrictions, I wouldn’t mind Roger Davies keeping me warm every night. I must admit I’m jealous that he’s being wasted on Bulstrode.” She looked down at her menu, and when the waiter returned, she ordered the wild mushroom risotto. “My plan is to bed whomever I want, and if I get pregnant, no one has to know it’s not Whitby’s. I wouldn’t begrudge him his own little flings should he so desire them.”
She leaned forward, resting her elbow on the table and her chin gently on her hand. “What about you, Alex? If you had your choice, who would you select to be Mrs Bole?”
For his part, Alex ordered something simple this time around and got himself merely some Rigatoni in meat sauce and meatballs. His elf liked to experiment with his food, something that he let it get away with far too often, but that was okay because it was usually quite good with what it made. He took another sip from his drink before he leaned back in his chair as he grinned at her. “Yes, the restrictions suck. Though, I’m of the mind to enjoy little Roger’s fate.”
He then tilted his head as he considered. “Easily, you, Daphne or Pansy would be in my top. Gorgeous birds, even if Pansy is a little too obsessed with Malfoy.” Alex just shook his head at that. Malfoy wasn’t even that interesting, even if he was rich. “If we’re looking at the others... Angelina for sure. That one is a spitfire in the sack, even if she isn’t strictly proper for our type.”
Raising an eyebrow, Morag surveyed Alex. So, he had taken Johnson to bed, had he? “How drunk did she have to be before that happened? Johnson, I mean.” She leaned back in her chair as well. “As charming and handsome as you are, Alex, I don’t think she’d be inclined to sleep with you under normal circumstances.
“As for Davies, he needs to worry about not being squished when performing his husbandly duties. Or standing at attention, if you know what I mean. Bulstrode’s not the most delicate flower.”
He chuckled at that as he tilted his head slightly and just grinned at her. “Well, she had just broken up with her Weasel, and bumped into her at a pub.” Alex shook his head a little bit even as he reached for his glass again. “What? You don’t think I could charm that bird into bed again?” he took a sip from his drink as he considered the younger slytheri for a moment. “I’m tempted to take you up on that.”
“Oh, somehow I suspect that Millie is going to be a right demon in bed.” Alex said with a soft laugh. “All that repression and hostility bottled up... yeah, she’s going to destroy Roger the moment he gets her in the sack.” he just grinned and shook his head at how amusing that image was. “Better him than me, much as I like my women fiesty, I prefer the ones who can be dainty too.”
“You’re not exactly her type,” Morag fired back, amused. “Being a Death Eater and all.” For her part, she had avoided engaging with men who believed in different ideologies than she did. Most of her boyfriends at school were Purebloods who came from notoriously pro-purity families. She didn’t much bother with others, mostly because she didn’t care enough to take the time to get to know them.
“Please never describe a scene like that to me again.” Morag wrinkled her small nose in disgust. “We are just about to eat, and I’d like to keep down my expensive dinner and alcohol. Besides. I have plans for Davies.”
He chuckled at her over that and shook his head a little bit. “You birds and worrying about types.” The whole thought just amused him as he considered her for another moment. “Personalities mean little when it comes to desires. I already know what Johnson’s are, all I need to is get her alone and I can get her out of her clothes. As for my Puff... all I need to do is figure out hers, and train her to mine, and it’ll be just fine.”
Alex really got amused by her last part, before he leaned forward and crossed his hands under his chin. “He’s got to bed her, babe. If she doesn’t get herself knocked up, who do you think is going to get blamed for it?” That grin of his only got wider as he watched her. “No matter what, that little Roger of yours is gonna need to bed our dear Millie.”
“Oh, he can bed her all he wants,” Morag replied simply, waving her hand as if it were a minor annoyance. “I’m not denying him that pleasure. But nor will I deny myself my own.” Whitby had yet to arrive at her place of residence, but his presence would hardly be a deterrent anyway. “I don’t wish to save him from his duties. I only mean to make life a little better for myself. And if sleeping with me improves his too, well that’s just an extra perk.”
She had no doubt that her companion would understand. Alex and Morag didn’t agree on everything, but they did agree on one thing for certain: sex. Their food had arrived by now. After a brief pause, she sighed. “I may regret saying this later. But. If you ever feel the need to... return to familiar harbours briefly, I probably won’t say no.”
He chuckled at that and shook his head a little as he brought his drink to his lips and sipped from it. “Somehow, I don’t think he wants to.” Alex said with some amusement. “And I know for a fact Millie doesn’t.” He just didn’t get the people who didn’t enjoy sex. It really was something he couldn’t fathom. “Do be careful if you decide to bed him, Millie might not want him, but she might also not want to get in trouble if you’re caught with him.”
Another sip was taken from the drink as he arched an eyebrow at her and tilted his head. “Why would you regret it?” Alex snorted once at that, even as he set his mug down on the table again and folded his hands under his chin and turn his attention on her. “If I ever feel the need?” he just smirked at her and shook his head once. “Morag, darlin’, you were beautiful the first time we were together, and you’ve only gotten more stunning since then. And, tonight, you have half the club who can’t take their eyes off of you. I’m half tempted to say skip the dancing and get out of here.”
Alex had just said the Right Thing. He had always been good at dong that, at least with her, and it was one of the reasons he got her attention in the first place. Morag smiled, pleased that people were looking at her. Being the center of attention was difficult for her, but she had gotten used to it over the years. Besides, why shouldn’t they look? She was gorgeous, and her dinner date was extremely handsome as well. “It really is a shame we weren’t paired together. We could have been the best couple of the whole lot.
“And don’t worry about my plans. I know how to be discrete. You know that.” She gave a wry smile. “Yours or mine?
Alex was very good at saying the right thing to women when he wanted to. He had become very familiar with what they wanted to hear as he was growing up. Though, usually he didn’t bother with being something or someone he wasn’t. “That’s my girl.” he said with a grin. “I would hate for you and Millie to fight, you’re both good friends.”
At her question, that grin only widened. “yours.” he said as he reached for his glass and tilted his head back to finish off what was left in a quick gulp. “While I don’t care if mine finds out, why bring on extra drama if its not needed? Sides, your place is so lonely these days with only you there. You can be so much louder there without anyone hearing us...” he teased.
“You have to earn that volume, Bole. Though I’ve no doubt of your eagerness. Nor your talent.” Morag stood and ran her hand lightly across his forearm before sashaying toward the door, knowing he was right behind her.