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George Weasley (bl_george) wrote in bloodlines_rp,
@ 2009-08-12 12:36:00

Entry tags:

george weasley, katie bell, loc: private residence (hogsmeade), loc: three broomsticks, oct 2002, type: rp

How much firewhiskey does it take to change a light bulb?
Date & Time: 12 October, 2002 |after-work-ish
Post Type: RP
Status: Closed: Complete
Character(s): George Weasley, Katie Bell
Location: The Three Broomsticks
Summary: George gets a letter. And needs a friend. Although maybe another drink will do... Or not.
Warning for sexuality.

George stared down at the letter in his hand, shaking his head, absolutely hating the knot it had created. Right in the gut. Icy and sharp. Like a knife. Bastard...

He blinked, then read the letter again.

George,

I know it's been a while, but I was just thinking how much I hate how we left things before. I wish we'd have had a chance to talk or something, but stuff happened so fast.

Anyway, I'm back in London, and I'd love to see you. Think we could hook up sometime? I miss you.

Matt

George gritted his teeth, crumpling the letter in one hand. Hate how we left things? Stuff happened so fast? He stood without moving for a very long time, counting breaths and heartbeats and the number of times his mind inserted the word motherfucker into any thought it had...

Seventeen.

His next thought was Angelina. She'd be home... But that thought was dismissed just as quickly. She'd be logical. He didn't want to be logical. He wanted to be...

Numb.

George shrugged out of bright magenta robes and left them lying on the floor, Apparating directly beside the front door of the Three Broomsticks and walking inside. A word. A coin. He took the bottle of Ogden's and the glass, then headed for an empty table. There were plenty.

He downed one glassful, then poured it full again, looking into the amber liquid for a moment. "To a big fuck you," he said, lifting the tumbler, then draining it again. He considered other options for people to drink with, and realised that it didn't matter, really. Drinking alone would do, if he didn't have a friend to drink with. Be with. Mourn and be furious with. He splashed the glass full again, taking a deep drink, then let out a ragged breath. Never stopped burning, no matter how much you drank...

Fuckin'-A.

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	bl_katie 2009-08-13 03:27 pm UTC (link)
	"Nuh-uh," Katie said firmly, "No more drinks until you've sobered up a bit. I am being reshponshible." She ate a large piece of fish. It was so hot, she'd likely burnt her mouth, but she couldn't feel it. "Yeah, but I wanted it to be special," Katie said, "My first one. I thought he was a good bloke for that." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

bl_george
2009-08-13 03:32 pm UTC (link)

George shook his head. "I'm not being that," he told her, giving the glass another shove. "I'm being bitchy and I don't want to think about that." He jerked his head toward the crumpled parchment again.

"I don't want to feel it, either. So either fill it up, or hand it over. You're my friend, Kat. Not my mother."

He ate another chip, giving her a curious look. "First? First what?"

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	bl_katie 2009-08-13 03:39 pm UTC (link)
	"I'm not letting you die of alcohol poisoning, George," Katie said, "Just...alright, here." She handed over the bottle. "Just keep eating, okay? And I'll take you home and make sure you don't choke on your vomit in the middle of the night." "Orgasm," Katie said, turning red. She was sharing a lot more than she'd planned to. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

bl_george
2009-08-13 03:44 pm UTC (link)

George filled both their glasses, draining the last few swallows from the bottle, then waved at the bartender for another. No way he was gonna be... Well. Anything but drunk.

"Don't vomit," he said firmly, eating another chip. "Drink." He nudged her glass closer.

He looked at her, blinking, wondering if he'd heard her right. The red in her cheeks meant he probably had, and he debated for a moment before shrugging. "I could help with that." He downed his drink just in time for the fresh bottle to arrive.

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bl_katie
2009-08-13 04:12 pm UTC (link)

Katie scowled at him and then took a drink. "I'm not letting you die on me, George," she said, "even if that means I spend all night poking you in the ribs to make sure you're alive."

Katie's jaw dropped. She didn't even comment on the new bottle arriving at the table. "You could what?" Her voice came out kind of squeaky and she stared at him. He couldn't be saying what she thought he was saying. Could he?

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bl_george
2009-08-13 04:22 pm UTC (link)

George could think of a few better ways to spend a night. He ate another chip before tugging the stopper from the bottle and topping off her glass.

"Help," he said. "With that. Orgasm not-having. Thing." He gestured with the bottle, then filled his own glass. He could... Not like he was making shit up. He reached for another chip, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. Might even be nice, that.

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bl_katie
2009-08-13 04:26 pm UTC (link)

Katie downed her Firewhiskey. By Merlin, he was serious.

"So...what? We go home, you help me out..." The idea did have merit. She couldn't think of any bloke she trusted more than George. But at the same time, she wasn't sure she could do that and not develop feelings for him. "I might fall in love with you," she said bluntly. "You know I'm not a casual sort of girl. If we do this, it might make things complicated."

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bl_george
2009-08-13 05:08 pm UTC (link)

George shrugged, eating another chip. "Why not?" He couldn't think of a reason, really.

"But first, we're finishing this." He refilled her glass, then his own, then waved another chip at her. "And you're dancing with me. Because. And you're not going to say 'Matthew' for the next... twenty hours or so. Because if you do, I'll fall apart." He tossed back the fresh drink, downing it in one, and filled it again.

He looked at her, shaking his head. "You say complicated like I haven' been there."

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bl_katie
2009-08-13 05:14 pm UTC (link)

Why not, indeed. "Alright," Katie said with a shaky smile. She was nervous as hell, but wouldn't it be better this way than with some random bloke? Yes, she told herself.

"Haven't said it all night," she said, "not going to start now." She dug into her fish with gusto, feeling optimistic and excited. "And you know I love dancing. And no falling apart. Either of us. It's banned."

"I know you have, but I haven't. If you're getting love notes by Christmas, don't say I didn't warn you," she joked.

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bl_george
2009-08-13 05:36 pm UTC (link)

George snorted. "I'll file them with all the rest," he said, reaching for the letter on the table. He crumpled it in his fist, sighing deeply, but couldn't bring himself to Banish it. Or toss it toward the fire. His hand tightened around it until his knuckles were white, then took a slow, even breath before stuffing it into his pocket.

Bastard...

He gestured toward her glass. "Drink up," he said, his voice a bit rougher than he'd expected, and he lifted his glass to her. "To why not."

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	bl_katie 2009-08-13 05:39 pm UTC (link)
	"Yes, I'd imagine you'd have several admirers," Katie said watching as he crumpled up the letter again. She wanted to know what that arsehole had done to make George this...well, pissed and angry. But she knew better than to ask. "To why not." Katie said, clinking her glass against his. (Reply to this) (Parent)

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