Knock, Knock. Who's There? Reason and Pizza! [TAG: Rawiri]

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It was New Years Eve and Phil's bar was hopping. One of the busiest nights all year in the bar industry - muggle or magical. He was in his element, serving drinks alongside his bartenders, chatting it up, dancing, and having a grand ole time but something was missing. Where was his pal once fellow Quidditch player now fellow coach Rawiri Tibble. Prior to the Christmas Ball the man had seemed keen on joining and the two had jovially been discussing what antics they would get into but after the (very) dramatic events at Hogwarts not a peep had been heard from Tibble - and this was strange. Phil knew it. Heck the greater wizarding world knew it! But what a lot of people didn't realize, and what Phil was well versed in, was feeling a certain way about someone and mucking it all up against your better judgement. That he knew very well.

And so, he found himself outside his pal's home, unlocking the door using a spell and walking right in. If Rawiri was in the middle of something, scandalous or otherwise, he knew that he would be forgiven. They spent most of their time in locker rooms so it wasn't like they hadn't seen any naked body parts before and honestly, as a bar owner, Phil had seen far worse.

"Honey I'm home!" The Canadian announced his arrival boastfully, his arms full with a pizza box as well as a container of wings, kicking the door shut behind him. Turning around he saw Rawiri on the couch, not looking very thrilled (quite the opposite in fact), moping. "You stood me up." Phillip noted, setting the food on the coffee table before plopping down on the couch beside him kicking back as if he owned the place.

"Standing me up for a night by yourself. You're lucky I don't get offended too easily Raw. You're lucky I don't get offended at all really. Happy New Year to you too by the way. Aw thanks pal you too. Don't mention it." Glancing around the room for a moment he then turned his attention back on his pal and frowned a bit. "You ok?" But he already thought he knew the answer to that one. Still, talking could help. At least that's what his therapist said until she stopped returning his calls.

TAG: RAWIRI TIBBLE

[RAWIRI TIBBLE]

It was News Year's eve, and while others went out to celebrate, Rawiri was laying on the floor, wallowing in self-pity. He should have been out having a good time. Instead, he was laying there all muddled, thinking about Leah. Why was he so dumb? He could have been nice, but seeing her with another man at the ball had driven him insane. There shouldn't have been a reason to be mad at her. He didn't invite her to the ball, so why did he have to act like a total dummy?

Hearing the door open and Philip's voice, Rawiri grumbled, getting up from the floor and sitting on the couch. It surprised Rawiri, but Phillip was never a bad surprise to see.

Rawiri leaned his head back as Philip took a seat. As he talked, he looked up to the ceiling, obsessed with the thoughts of his actions toward Leah. As Phillip talked, it felt like it went through one ear and out the other.

'You ok?' Rawiri lifted his head. "um ya." Rawiri rubbed his eyes, looking at the mess he had made since the night of the ball. He was just too depressed to do any thinking. "Shouldn't you be at your bar?" he asked, wiping his face with his hand, trying to return to reality.

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[PHILLIP ABBOTT]

Phil walked past him, decidedly trying to not be a resident at the Land of Mope and Sadness like his fellow professional Quidditch player currently was. Really? Of all nights he had to pick the one that was essentially the year's party? Rawiri was supposed to be a bundle of fun times and silly quips like he was dangit! But if there was anything that could right this universe's wrong it was Phil. He was certain of it - and he wasn't certain of a whole heck of a lot.

"You're a real ray of sunshine and starbursts tonight, Raw." He noted casually continuing to unload the goodies he had brought. Some pizza, some beer, some more beer, some liqour (ok a lot of those last three things).

"Yeah. Sure looks like it." When Rawiri said that he was ok in perhaps the least convincing way ever, Phil couldn't help but roll his eyes and he didn't care if his pal could see. "Correction, shouldn't you be at my bar?" He pointed his finger at the man, opening one of the pizza boxes and grabbing a slice taking a bite. Sitting on the edge of a nearby table he caught glimpse of his friend and just how dang defeated he looked. It was super sad. Gross too. But mainly sad. Phillip didn't like to see people sad. He did that enough in the privacy of his own home.

Glancing around the room struggling to find a way to break the ice (something he rarely had trouble with) he noted how messy it looked. Trashed in a way. Someone had an outburst. "Looks like you already had a party." Phillip noted, trying not to appear concerned or too nosy when really he was sort of both. "Tad offended that you didn't invite me. I'm good at breaking stuff." He shrugged, folding the remaining slice in half and shoving it all into his mouth. Chewing loudly his cheeks puffed out and he made quick work of grabbing another two slices before closing the distance to Rawiri and handing him a slice. When he didn't take it Phil rested it carefully on the man's upper chest by his sulking chin.

Plopping down on the couch he kicked his feet up, opening his mouth wide and taking a large bite of his own piece. "Long week, huh? You been doing the whole... Rawiri bear skin rug thing with the lying on the tum tum and the sad eyes?" Phillip asked awkwardly, not one to get too far into feelings without feeling more than a little uncomfortable. His only 'cure' was to joke about it. "Take a bite." He pointed to the pizza that currently rested where he left it. "Shit's good for ya. Apple a day keeps the doctor away, a pizza a day keeps the... I dunno. Finish it yourself."

TAG: RAWIRI TIBBLE