Alicia Spinnet, yo. (alspinnet) wrote in afic, @ 2011-03-29 22:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: alicia spinnet, character: michael corner, player: bri, player: dea |
Who: Alicia & Michael
Where: Pub
What: Blind date
When: 3/29
Rating: Low (with high chance of language?)
Alicia was furious. It was better than being sad. It was better than being worried. She had wrecked what little she had in her flat when George hadn't shown up. The funny thing was she knew he wouldn't. He knew he wouldn't because she would have done the same thing. We she lost her mum she resorted to anger, George seemed to be resorting inward. She may not be one for words or emotion but she knew what she felt when she lost her mum. They hadn't even been close. She had chosen to leave. Fred was ripped from George and that was a pain Alicia knew she couldn't begin to fathom.
She was fine with him being self destructive. She still had her own bouts of recklessness that she chose to ignore. She couldn't handle him running away. She needed someone back then and didn't have anyone. He had support and whether he liked it or not he was going to get it. She had already lost one of her best mates, spent months separated from others while she was on the run. They could be together now and she wasn't letting him drift off, not on the eve of another war. She'd be damned.
Alicia had almost forgotten about this stupid date. When she finally remembered she nearly left it altogether. Still, it would do no good stewing at home. She might as well grab a few pints and ignore her problems. She was an expert at ignoring things. It wasn't nearly as annoying in her as it was in George. She had a funny feeling her friends might argue that. Alicia didn't bother to check her appearance again as she entered the pub. She looked good when she left and if he didn't like it he could buggar off. She'd find someone to drink with. It might be winter but she wore short sleeves, her brand visible to all. Might as well get that little tidbit out of the way straight from the start.
She scanned the room for another pin, finally spotting it up near the bar. "You've got to be kidding me," she mumbled to herself, shaking her head. George really had matched people up based on common interests. Was it a blind date if you had seen the other person naked? There had to be a run against going on a date with someone you had already shagged. Perhaps the universe was trying to tell her something. "Let me guess. You like pints, footie and satin sheets. Although you're not opposed to cotton so long as they're clean. Alicia Spinnet, pleasure to meet you."