Earlier that day, the Tutshill Tornados had played a tough game against the Wimbourne Wasps. Before the game had started, Roger had almost got into it with Birch after the Captain had pulled the Chasers aside and told them he wanted better out of them than he had been seeing lately. That had led to the Chasers, including himself, being ticked off and being off their game. If it hadn't been for their Seeker, they would have lost the game.
Two goals. They had made two goals. Of course, that had led to the almighty Birch shooting them 'See what I'm talking about?' looks after the game and a promise of a lecture at the next practice. Luckily, all that had been forgotten when the team had gone out to one of their regular pubs for the afterparty. The anger had still been there, bubbling under the surface, but drinking made him forget the anger for just a little while.
It was nearly midnight when Roger had received word that he was needed down at Paddington Green Police Station. The buzz in his head kept him from fully comprehending why, but he knew it had something to do with Angie and the twins. He was still smart enough to decide against Apparating, but drunk enough that he made quite a racket walking into the police station.
A few slurred too loud words and a not-so well placed leer at the policewoman out front had him tossed in with the rest of the group for drunk and disorderly conduct, with a promise of a fine and a Penalty Notice for Disorder when he sobered up. And after a few too cheerfully loud greetings (and overly affection hugs that might have not been wanted) to his friends, he curled up with his head in Angelina's lap and fell asleep. There was, possibly, some drool.