Eddie Carmichael (edasich) wrote in disorderic, @ 2018-05-06 21:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | alicia spinnet, angelina johnson, eddie carmichael, fred weasley |
WHO: Alicia Spinnet, Angelina Johnson, Eddie Carmichael, and Fred Weasley
WHAT: Just a normal games night in! Nothing suspicious at all!
WHEN: Recently!
WHERE: Eddie's flat, Knockturn Alley
WARNINGS: Probably not
"Alright, I'm gonna say Mr Green with the wrench in the … what room am I in? The conservatory? Mr Green with the wrench in the conservatory." Cluedo was a game Eddie hadn't played since he was probably ten years old, but as he, Alicia, Fred, and Angelina sat on the floor of his flat with M&Ms and crisps, trying to figure out how to make it a drinking game, it felt like the perfect escape. "Let's have them. Come on." Fred showed him one of his cards - the wrench - and took a drink because he’d had one of the cards and that seemed like a good enough reason for their new rules. His sip emptied his cup and he reached for the bottle to refill it. And everyone else’s, but specifically Eddie’s, right to the top of the cup. Maybe he’d have to pee soon and they could finally get Eddie out of the room. Angelina glanced at her cards and shook her head, scooping up her cup for a drink just because she felt like it. “I can’t believe you think it was me,” she said around the rim, gesturing at her green piece on the board. “This innocent face?” “You look about as innocent as a five-year-old someone left alone with a gallon of paint,” Alicia said with a laugh as she nudged the die across the board toward Fred. “Green paint.” Eddie meanwhile was marking his scoresheet. He had it down to one of two weapons now, and cared more about winning this game than he was willing to admit. He loved mysteries. And winning things. "Yeah, Mr Green is a thousand percent guilty," he said as he held the Mr Green card in his own hand. "And thank you for the refill, Fred, my man. Now, roll the die. Let's go." Fred rolled, moving his own mustard piece into the library. “I say it’s Miss Scarlet, with the knife in the kitchen,” he guessed, quickly raising an eyebrow at Alicia to see if she’d get his signal. “I mean library,” he ‘corrected’ a second later. “Scarlet, knife, library. Show me how right I am.” “Frederick, I regret to inform you that,” Angelina said as she looked down at her cards. She slid one card away from the others and showed him Miss Scarlett with a grin. “Which I think according to the rules of our drinking game means…” Instead of reaching for her cup, she reached out for him and pulled him in for a kiss. "That's not what the rules say!" Eddie mocked, somewhere between a laugh and a good-natured scowl. He turned to Alicia with a grin. "I can't believe they're making us watch this." “Clearly you’ve never lived with either of them,” Alicia said with a laugh as she scooped up one of the extra game pieces and tossed it at them. “There’s always kissing in the rules when they’re around.” Fred batted the piece away with the expertise of a beater. Who hadn’t played in a few years and who was much more interested in continuing to kiss Angelina than stop the bit of plastic that hit him squarely. “That’s because our rules always make the games better,” Fred pointed out, tossing the piece back towards Alicia and Eddie then turning his attention back to Angelina — it was the rules, after all. Angelina only made a sound of agreement in her throat as she looped her arms around Fred’s neck and kept on kissing him. "So are we just abandoning the game, then?" Eddie asked petulantly. He knew every inch what a nerd he sounded like, and he still couldn't stop himself. "Booooo. C'mon," he said, turning to Alicia even as he moved to stand up. "Let's go make out somewhere private. Like adults." He offered a hand to Alicia to help her up. She had a grin on her face when she hauled herself to her feet. Laughing, she squeezed Eddie’s hand. “Not much of an exhibitionist, then?” But she was already pulling him off in the direction of his kitchen. “Privacy awaits us behind door number one. Privacy and snacks.” Fred waited until he was sure Alicia and Eddie weren’t going to suddenly re-enter the living room before (somewhat reluctantly) breaking away from Angelina. “Clever plan,” he murmured, lips grazing her ear so if Eddie did come back in it would just look like he was whispering something dirty to Angelina. “Do you have the bug?” “Mmhmm,” Angelina hummed, hand already blindly clambering for her bag so she didn’t have to move away from Fred’s lips on her ear. But it was just out of her reach so, turning to drop a very quick kiss on his mouth, she turned again to reach for her bag and emerged from it with a flourish and the bug. “Where do you think it should go?” Fred surveyed the lounge room for a good spot. Bookcase was an obvious one, but Eddie was a nerd who probably took the books off the shelf regularly to actually read them and might spot the bug there. Couch cushion would be too muffled. “Lampshade?” He suggested. “Lampshade,” Angelina agreed after squinting at the lampshade in question for a moment. She hauled herself to her feet, careful to avoid upending the gameboard. They could still come back to it, after all. At the lamp, she snaked her hand under the lampshade and hid the bug on the seam so the jig wouldn’t immediately be up when Eddie turned on the lights. When she was satisfied, she turned back to Fred and wrinkled her nose. “I don’t know. I think that moment could’ve really used some Bond music or something.” “I would’ve hummed it for you but I didn’t want them to overhear,” Fred jerked his head towards the kitchen. “But it was definitely super sexy spy shit that deserved a soundtrack.” And it as good to know that they could now keep an ear on conversations Eddie might have with his Death Eater father. Bugging had already saved his life once (or, you know, made it more complicated, depending on how you interpreted Fred’s interference), now it was ready to do it again if it came to that. Grinning, Fred picked up the TOP SECRET envelope from the game’s board. “Do you want to do one more spy thing before we tell them it’s safe to come back in?” “No, that’s cheating,” Angelina said as she took her seat next to Fred. “Show me your cards, though. I’ll show you mine.” She waggled her eyebrows suggestively at him, but reached for her pencil and her list of clues. In the next room, Eddie pulled away from Alicia just enough to take a quick breath and, only half-joking, ask "How much do we care that they definitely just said something about cheating in there?" Alicia relaxed her fingers in Eddie’s hair and shifted her arms around his neck as she gave it some thought. “Not a lot,” she concluded. She was more preoccupied with the ghost of his lips on hers than either the game they were in the middle of playing or the popcorn they were in the middle of popping. Her moments with him were too few and too spread apart for her to care about much else when they found one. “We could just cheat to make it even.” She shrugged.” Or we could just keep making out instead.” "Yeah," Eddie said with a smile. "Yeah, let's…" He leaned in again but even as he kissed her, it annoyed him that Angelina and Fred were in there getting an unfair advantage in a totally meaningless game. The next step, then, was getting annoyed at himself for even being bothered by it in the first place. But if anyone should be cleverly cheating, it should be him! Alicia pulled back a moment later to consider him. “You’re thinking about Miss Scarlet, aren’t you?” “Oh, please,” Eddie said with a wry smile. “I’m a Professor Plum man. Knowledge is sexy.” “Please yourself!” With a grin, she gave his shoulder a light shove. “It’s got nothing to do with knowledge. It’s those plums, isn’t it?” "It can be both things," Eddie said, waggling his eyebrows. The buzzer went on the microwave, and he waited as the last few straggling kernels finally popped. "Miss Scarlet seems more your type anyway, Ms Gryffindor." He retrieved the popcorn and poured it into a large bowl for the group, then called over into the living room where Fred and Angelina were presumably still making out and/or cheating at their game. "Are you two done in there yet?" Fred quickly finished marking off Angelina's cards on his sheet, swapped his hand back with her’s (accompanied with a kiss) and then tried to make it look like they hadn't touched the game while Alicia and Eddie had been in the kitchen. “I guess we can take a break,” he called back. “Mostly because that popcorn smells good.” Angelina threw the lamp a glance to make sure the bug was well hidden, feeling a little like maybe they could at least help one of their friends if it came to it, and shouted in the kitchen’s direction, “Feed me!” They brought the bowl of popcorn out to the group, and Eddie closely inspected the board to see what, if anything, had changed. "Food's here. I think you're up, Angelina?" “I bet you’re going to win,” Alicia said, angling a smirk at her friend as she sat back down on her side of the board. She slid it over to Eddie as she reached for a handful of popcorn and said, “Maybe we should make an actual bet.” “Now it’s finally getting interesting,” Fred commented, reaching for popcorn for himself with a smirk. Now he’d seen Angelina’s cards he was confident he could solve this mystery first. “What are we betting? Money or an embarrassing situation for whoever loses?” "Money is boring," Eddie lied, though he was mostly caught on the fact that he was the only one there with a job and a permanent place to live of his own, and that even he would feel bad taking money from his friends when he inevitably won. "Embarrassing situation all the way." Angelina said something that was mostly muffled by her mouthful of popcorn and, after wiping her hand on the leg of her trousers, she rolled. Consulting her new list, she took the shortcut to the study and confidently said, “Colonel Mustard in the study with the rope.” “You’re going to have to do better than that if we’re betting on it,” Alicia said and took the card with the rope on it from her hand to slide it to Angelina. “I don’t trust Fred to pick anyone’s embarrassing situation.” “You don’t trust me?” Fred clutched his heart in mock hurt, laughing and reaching for the dice a second later, leaning closer to Angelina as he did to try sneak a(n unsuccessful) glance at her paper to see what card Alicia had shown her. “Colonel Mustard, billiard room, rope.” "Mate, you don't get to just skip turns," Eddie protested. "It's like this whole game is a sham." |