Blood [Pops] and Chocolate(Mafalda)

[brett]

"Good point," Regulus agreed. While he was sure sex during the day was far from unheard of, it just seemed off somehow. "There's something almost poetic about sex in the light of the moon," Reg added romantically. He was almost through his second drink, though still oblivious to the fact. But he had been sipping at the mug long enough to feel that anything stupid or strange that he said now could be blamed on the alcohol.

"Well this was just one wasn't it?" Regulus asked trying to check his math. But it seemed like they had just walked in, to already have the evening half over didn't seem fair. "Perhaps in the interest of keeping the first civil conversation we've had in...well ever, why don't we bump the limit up to three?" Reg suggested. It would only be one more drink, what could be the harm? Besides they deserved some sort of reward for being able to carry a conversation that hadn't include the words I hate you, nor had there been any references as to places the other should go.

Of course if Reg's mind hadn't been set slightly offset by his first two drinks he might have put his foot down and impose the limit. Instead however he settled for the justifications that they had earned an extra drink and deserved more time for there conversation. Of course they could have just gone and walked around outside, but it was so cold surely one of them would catch the flu...which may make Mafalda think she had fallen in love and Reg didn't want that.

[britkneeboo]

There really was something rather poetic about it, something Mafalda couldn't really put her finger on, but then again she hadn't ever really put this much thought in to anything sexually related. And, if there was one thing Mafalda loved more than writing, it was poetry. If anyone were to ask her her favorite poet, she would excitedly tell them Lord Byron, and probably give them the name of the poem she liked so much.

Was this the first one still? Mafalda had been sure it was the second, but now she was questioning herself, something she really only did when she was starting to get tipsy. "Maybe it is the first one. I thought someone came and filled our mugs back up, but maybe they were just checking," she said, trying to remember, but it was fuzzy. She only remembered she had been a little defensive over being told to have a one night stand with Regulus' older brother, Sirius.

"Three sounds good. We're both conscience enough to know better than to have a repeat, if you know what I mean. I don't know what we're so worried about," she said, laughing. Now that she thought about it, she wasn't sure what they were worried about at all. So, it had happened once. That didn't mean it would happen again. She knew she wasn't attracted to Regulus, so what were the odds that anything would really happen again. Probably not very good. What Mafalda didn't realize was that by the time they reached the third mug of Firewhiskey, she wouldn't even bother keeping count.

[brett]

"Three's a good number," Regulus agreed, or re-agreed as it had been his idea in the first place. "What were we thinking that we would just have a drink and automatically fall in love or something?" Reg laughed. It was ridiculous, they were perfectly in control of their bodies, and there desires, or lack there of as it may be. The first time they had there one night stand it was probably brought on by boredom more than anything else.

"Bring on round two," Regulus smiled calling over the waiter to refill their mugs. After all he was thirsty and his glass was empty. so this would be there second and then they would move on to the third and then their evening would be done. And once day broke this night would be forgotten and they would be rivals out to destroy each other once more, almost a shame really.

"When did you lose your virginity?" Regulus asked somewhat abruptly, as the waiter left with their mugs now restored. Regulus took a sip and let out a soft "Ahh," as he let it burn in his chest. It had been a question swimming around his mind all night and now it had decided to surface. Reg was curious about Mafalda's other sexual partner or partners. He also wanted to know how he measured up to the competition.

[britkneeboo]

While Regulus continued to talk, Mafalda appeared not to be paying attention, but she was. He probably knew that she was because she continued to nod, and answer his questions, but the more she drank, the more sidetracked she would become. Currently she was preoccupied with her mug. She had a mug that was made of glass and she usually liked to rub her finger around the rim, trying to make a loud screeching sound with it. This, however, was something that she wasn't very good at.

Dipping her finger into the glass, she wetted the end of her finger and then began to gently run it around the top of the mug. Every once in a while it would make a light sound, but for the most part- nothing. After a couple of tries, she gave up. She figured it was better not to annoy the other customers with it anyway, and she dipped her finger into her mug once more, and then put it in her mouth, to get the whiskey off.

"What?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at him. She wasn't so much surprised by the question he was asking, but by why he had randomly decided to ask her. It wasn't really any of his business, but she figured it wouldn't hurt to answer him. "Three weeks after my sixteenth birthday," she said, dropping her hands on the table. "So, maybe a little over a year ago. Why?"

[brett]

"Curious," Regulus shrugged not willing to reveal his true motive. And in fact curiosity was a part of it, just not the main part. Or maybe for that particular question it had been but there were still plenty of other that now swirled in his mind. Mafalda had about a year in between when she lost her virginity and when Regulus lost his, so actually they had both lost there virginity at the same age, but more time had passed for Mafalda.

"And how many other guys have you been with besides me and him?" Regulus asked causally taking another sip of his whiskey. At least he tried to sound casual, but he was sure that he was flirting with the line of appropriateness. Though he was slightly tipsy he really just wanted to know how many guys Mafalda had slept with in the past year basically and where he ranked among them.

It wasn't even that it mattered so much really, but Reg felt a little left out seeing that Mafalda was his first time, but he wasn't hers. Really he just wanted to be something a little special to her. He wanted to know not only if he had been good because Mafalda had already said that, but he wanted to know if he was the best she'd had, or second best or even the second worst. Maybe he just seemed good compared to someone who was really bad.

[britkneeboo]

Obviously Regulus was unaware that curiosity killed the cat. In the current situation it was only metaphorically speaking, because nobody was going to die, but Regulus' hopes might be 'killed' the further he carried on the conversation. The more Firewhiskey he drank, the more openly he asked questions, but Mafalda didn't put this together. If she noticed it, she might have decided that they shouldn't have more to drink after all.

"Well, I'm not going to name names," she said, trying to remember them. There weren't that many really, and she could count them all on one hand. The first boy was the only boy she had been with outside of school. The other two had both been Hogwarts students. One had graduated and the other hadn't yet. "Besides you and him, I've been with two others. I was dating both of them though."

In the last two months since she had been with Regulus, Mafalda sometimes thought about the number of guys she had slept with. Sure, four wasn't many compared to some girls in the school, but it was four more than some other girls in the school. She sometimes found it amusing that statistically half the guys she had slept with she hadn't been dating, and the other half she had been. It was funny how it seemed like a whole lot more guys, if you just changed the way you looked at the numbers.

[brett]

Regulus nodded understandingly, he had never expected names. In fact it was better that he not know. Regardless of whether or not Reg had feelings for Mafalda seeing another guy he knew had sex with the girl he lost his virginity to was bound to send Reg into a fury that wouldn't end well for his victim. As long as they were nameless it was easy to let it go and not care. After all they hadn't been dating at the time and had no intentions of engaging in the act ever again, so he really had no reason to care, but jealousy was funny in that way.

"So was I the only one that was alcohol induced?" Regulus figuring this was a bit of a step back on the personal level. After all it seemed safe to assume he was, as she probably hadn't been quite so foolish as to lose her virginity in a drunken accident...like some people who shall remain nameless. And if she was dating the other two, hopefully she hadn't needed to be drunk to sleep with them, but one never knew. The main question still floated in his mind, did he get the gold medal? Did he get a medal at all?

Regulus took another swig of firewhiskey, he had gotten so use to the constant burn now, he barely felt anything, but a continued feeling of warmth resonating through out his body. Once again he was at half a glass. Just one more drink and the night would be over, it was one more wasn't it?