"I'm sure it felt like a long time to you, you stodgy old bastard," Maverick laughed, amused at his companion's anti-social leanings. "Next I chat her up, I'll be sure to get her take on how things went. Don't think it slipped my notice that she seemed relieved for a reason to escape you. You must have been holding her captive." Maverick was completely teasing, though - he knew it was very likely the other way around.
"You scoundrel," Maverick grinned at him. He knew very well that Ambrose had less than zero interest in Kerrigan, but that was why it was so fun to tease him. "I think we're about good for today, don't you?" he asked, casting an eye around at their paperwork-strewn desks. That could wait. "Wanna go get a pint? Or we could get tea at The Flour Shoppe and look at that little ginger a while."
Ambrose rolled his eyes so hard that his entire head rolled along with it. "You're incorrigible," he said. "I could go for a pint, but not at the Leaky Cauldron." He'd rather go somewhere where they cleaned their glasses once in a while.
"You do have odd tastes, mate," Maverick chuckled, but was clearly unopposed to the choice. "Let's go, then, before someone asks us for our paperwork." One thing that Maverick did not excel at was completing reports in a timely fashion. To his credit, he never forgot the details needed to do them once he got around to them.
Ambrose rolled his eyes yet again as he stood. "It's done," he said. "Yours too." It wasn't that Ambrose liked paperwork--he didn't--but he was meticulous. It was hard for him to leave work unfinished. Which meant that he ended up doing more than his fair share of paperwork in their office, but he knew Maverick would always make it up to him in his own way.
"Aces," Maverick grinned. "You know you're a real gem, Ambrose. Top notch bloke, you are." He continued to pour out the accolades as they made their way out of their department, pausing only to toss Kerrigan a cheeky wink before they were on their way to the lifts.
"I know that very well," Ambrose replied. Maverick was the only one who ever said such nice things about Ambrose--except for the anomalous conversation with Kerrigan today--so he tried to enjoy it while it lasted, even if deep down the praise made him feel a little uncomfortable. When they reached the lifts, Ambrose stepped in, quickly pressing the button to close the doors after Maverick came in and before anyone else could appear. He'd had enough interaction with strangers for the day.
Maverick smirked at how quickly Ambrose jammed his finger at the button, but he didn't mention it. He let Ambrose keep his quiet as they made their way through the Atrium, as well, nodding cordially to anyone they passed that he recognized. He considered chatting to people just to aggravate his partner, but he was actually quite looking forward to a pint and didn't feel like wasting time getting there.
"The Three-Legged Mare," he mused as they approached that establishment. "You must be the only bloke in the world that would choose this pub."
Ambrose was glad Maverick had let him choose the location. Maverick's choice was likely to be overly crowded with people who wanted to chat each other up and Ambrose wasn't in the mood to socialize with anyone except his partner. Who was, he had to admit to himself, also his best friend. Pretty much his only friend.
"It's quiet," Ambrose said by way of justification. As they walked in, the old witch who was tending bar gave them a glare, which was probably just the way her face looked, since Ambrose and Maverick always tipped well. There were only a handful of other people in the pub, and they all avoided eye contact as the men walked by. It was perfect.
"Pint of lager," He said when they approached the bar. Luckily it wasn't a traditional wizarding pub---there was a full stock of muggle beer and liquor. Ambrose had been known to drink firewhiskey, but after a long day he preferred a slow, relaxing pint to the quick burn. He turned to Maverick expectantly, waiting for him to place his own order.
Maverick wasn't used to people avoiding him. He was very handsome and even more so in his fine tailored suit. In a place like this, however, no one wanted attention. They were here to hide rather than socialize. Yes, it was just the type of establishment that Ambrose would choose.
"Cider black," Maverick gave his own order. He didn't discriminate against any type of alcohol, but he was craving something with a bit of sweet to it and he felt that adding the cordial stole the nip out of the hard cider.
Teegan: For anyone not on the discord, the group thread has been started in the "Other Locations" board
May 23, 2018 2:17:56 GMT -5
Teegan: A year, a month, and three days since the last shout. Still love you all! Hope we could someday find some free time in our crazy lives to get back here. Love this place!
Jun 26, 2019 19:45:26 GMT -5