As Robin elaborated, Charlie’s brow raised then fell. “Oh, right.” Had he known Fflur had given up drinking? He didn’t think so. And... well, they’d definitely been on par with the amount of liquor they used to consume, often together. Did that mean he should be worried? Charlie blinked, he’d been staring off into space as he thought about it; wondering if that’s how Robin and his girlfriend had met – at Alcoholics Anonymous or something. He didn't want to ask, seemed rude. “Well if that’s, you know, as long as you’re both on the same page. It’s good...” He let the sentence dwindle, already sucked back into his thoughts. He drank considerably more than Kate, and he didn’t want her turning out like him – but he wasn’t even that bad. Was he?
Charlie smiled awkwardly, “You could say that.” It had been fun, in a way. A mess, really. The number of times one of them had been escorted off the premises, only for the other to follow giggling behind... Well, Charlie had lost count. It was kind of surprising, really, that they hadn’t ever slept together, just as a by-product of being so drunk. Part of him felt like they might’ve gotten close once, but that could have been someone else. Yeah, must’ve been someone else. Not Fflur. He shivered involuntarily at the thought and focused hard back on Robin. “Yeah, right. I mean, probably for the best that you... weren’t around us then. It wasn’t good.” He admitted, trying to make Robin feel better about his apparent mild-FOMO.
Charlie flashed Robin a devilish grin, “Always the leader?” He paused for a second before adding quickly, “Don’t answer that – I don’t really wanna know the bedroom dynamics.” He smirked, shoving some chips into his mouth and chewing. “I bet.”
The musician just blinked in response to Robin’s suggestion, taking it in with a sort of blank expression. “No,” he recovered, looking down to grab the last couple of chips as he thought more about what Kate might want rather than what he wanted. “We should. Kate’s always... she wants more people round. She only moved here in June so, she doesn’t really know anyone.” The last sentence was a lot quieter as he felt the conversation start to lull.
Charlie looked down at their respective plates, both now empty. “Well, I guess I better let you get back to your Captain,” he smirked, glancing sideways at the now-wilted flowers on the bench beside him as he grabbed his jacket. Standing at the same time as Robin, Charlie waved the older man off as he moved to pull his wallet out, “S’alright mate, I’ll get it this time.” He lowered his voice, “I’ve always got muggle cash on me.” He explained, taking out enough notes to cover their meals and committing to leaving the rest as a tip rather than wait around for the change.
They left the restaurant-diner one after the other. Stepping back out into the cool air, Charlie took a few steps to the side before turning back to Robin, “It was good to catch-up mate, just... flick us a message and we can get the girls together if you want. Kate’ll probably have to organise it,” he smirked, “Say ‘hi’ to Fflur for me.”
