George Fabian Weasley (en_george) wrote in before_enigma, @ 2008-12-29 19:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | * complete, 1998, character: bill weasley, character: charlie weasley, character: george weasley |
RP: If you can't be here...
When: 15 July, 1998
Who: Bill, Charlie, George
Where: A pub, and then Ottery St. Catchpole cemetary
Private/Public: Private
Rating: --
Summary: Charlie and Bill help George drown his sorrows; George gives them the slip and attempts something drastic.
George lifted shot number--actually he had no idea what number, he'd lost count at least an hour ago--and tossed back the contents of the glass. He had no idea what sort of alcohol he was drinking, it had all started to taste the same hours ago. Right now all he cared was that it drowned out the emptiness in his head and dulled the constant ache at his side where Fred should be.
"Another," he grunted, his first word in hours. He couldn't bring himself to look at his brothers, they were too much a reminder of what he'd lost. He wasn't sure when or where Charlie and Bill had tracked him down, only that they had. "And if you're going to sit there with your fucking thumbs up your arses, you might as well go get a bottle." He was proud of the way he wasn't slurring his words. If there was one thing the Weasleys were good at, it was holding their liquor. Even Percy the Prat.
Actually, he wished that Charlie and Bill would just fuck off again, there was something he had to do tonight that they couldn't be there for. But he could give them the slip later, once they were as drunk as he was.