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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_george
2009-08-14 10:25 pm UTC (link)

"Wish you wouldn't," George managed, on one knee beside the bowl. Whoever you are... His stomach clenched again, and he spat into the bowl, waiting for whatever else might come up, but apparently there wasn't anything left down there. Apart from his balls, maybe. He hadn't seen them in the bowl...

He stood unsteadily, flushing and moving to rinse his mouth. Fucking hell... what had he drunk?

He rinsed again and spat, then managed one mouthful of water to swallow before heading to the door and the short hallway. "All yours," he mumbled, heading for the bedroom and wherever his clothes must be.

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bl_katie
2009-08-14 10:28 pm UTC (link)

George didn't even look at her as he came out of the bathroom and Katie felt her heart sink. Had that meant nothing to him? Had he just been drunk and horny?

She shut the door behind her and took the time to empty her bladder, wash her hands and down a dose of the hangover potion. She brought one back in to the bedroom for him, dismayed to find him looking for his clothes.

"You're leaving?" She asked hollowly.

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bl_george
2009-08-14 10:36 pm UTC (link)

George paused with his jeans and his wand in his hand, then sat on the edge of the bed to look at her. Squinted. "Kat," he said quietly, then pressed his forehead into his hand.

Gods. Katie.

He sat for a moment, then laid his wand aside and pulled on his jeans. He hadn't seen his shorts. Maybe he hadn't worn any? He bent for his t-shirt.

"I don't um...." He sighed, pulling the shirt over his head, then planting both hands on the bed as the room gave a serious lurch. Ugh... "Don't do well with this stuff..."

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bl_katie
2009-08-14 10:40 pm UTC (link)

He seemed to recognize her for the first time and Katie fought back the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes.

All those words, all that gentleness, all the trust. Just to get in her pants.

"Drink this," she said handing him the hangover potion, "and then we'll talk." She crossed her arms over her chest, suddenly becoming aware of her nakedness while he was fully dressed.

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	bl_george 2009-08-14 10:48 pm UTC (link)
	"I can't," he said, shaking his head at the potion. "I'm allergic to orianthus root." He closed his eyes, wishing the room would just stop the fuck spinning now, thanks, then took a breath and lay back onto the bed. "What the hell did I drink?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	bl_katie 2009-08-14 10:52 pm UTC (link)
	Katie put the potion down. "The better part of two bottles of Firewhiskey," she said, laying back next to him and curling onto her side so she could see his face, "I don't know what else you might have had before I arrived." "Do you remember anything?" she asked tentatively. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	bl_george 2009-08-14 10:56 pm UTC (link)
	He thought for a minute, then shrugged one shoulder. "Vaguely. Fish. Dancing. Woke up naked, so I'm guessing we shagged..." He grimaced as his stomach gave another roil. "Remember coming, and feeling like I was falling." He ran a hand through his hair. "Don't remember the dragon that took a shit in my mouth. But he must've been there, too..." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

bl_katie
2009-08-14 11:01 pm UTC (link)

He didn't remember. Katie nodded and turned away from him so he wouldn't see her cry. She felt naked, inside and out and stupid, so stupid.

She thought he would be different. And he had been different. He'd taken the horror and pain of sex away and made it beautiful and tender. But he'd been drunk. So drunk he couldn't even remember it. How could she trust a word that he'd said? Had he meant any of it?

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	bl_george 2009-08-14 11:05 pm UTC (link)
	"Oh, fuck, Kat... don't. Please?" George pressed his hands to his forehead. Gods, he hated It when girls cried... "I don't know what you want me to say. I'm drunk as fuck, and it's probably not the best time to try to figure it out..." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

bl_katie
2009-08-14 11:11 pm UTC (link)

"I want you to remember that you gave me my first orgasm," Katie said, wiping at her eyes, "and my second. I want you to remember that you made me feel like sex could be a good thing since the last time a man had his hands on me he raped me." She bit back an angry sob.

"It was so good and wonderful and perfect and why the fuck can't you remember?" Katie said, staring at him, pleading with him with her eyes.

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bl_george
2009-08-14 11:25 pm UTC (link)

George groaned, shaking his head. "I'm sorry," he managed, sitting up and reaching for his wand. "I wish I could. I wish I wasn't so fucking pissed. I wish one fucking thing would work out the way it's supposed to."

He reached for his shoe and slid off the edge of the bed, landing on his arse with a thud. Fuck. At least he was closer to his shoes. He couldn't do this. Not wonderful and perfect and crying, no. Not after Matthew and let's hook up... Not after 'the better part of two bottles'. He pulled on his shoe, then reached for the other.

"I can't do this, Kat. Not now. It's not fair and you know it. I can't even bloody think..." George managed to get to his feet, then sank on the edge of the bed.

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	bl_katie 2009-08-14 11:34 pm UTC (link)
	Katie couldn't believe this was happening. But it was. He was putting on his shoes and mumbling bloody excuses. "I trusted you," she said weakly, "I know you were drunk but so was I and," her face drained of all colour as a new thought occurred to her. "We didn't use protection. Oh, Merlin. Oh no." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

bl_george
2009-08-14 11:38 pm UTC (link)

"Trusted me?" George looked over at her. "I know I didn't hurt you. I wouldn't. Ever." He shook his head. No matter how little a fuck meant, he wasn't ever rough. Well, not unless they wanted it that way...

She paled then, though, and said something that he couldn't help one snort of laughter at. Coudln't, really, not at all. "Oh hell. That's the least of your worry. Had this really intimate moment with a Comet two-sixty. And a tree." He gave her a wry smile. "Been shooting blanks since sixth year."

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	bl_katie 2009-08-14 11:42 pm UTC (link)
	"You don't think this doesn't hurt?" She asked him incredulously. "Oh. Right," she said, relieved but also slightly disappointed in a way, "but what about...other stuff? Diseases?" She asked uncertainly. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

bl_george
2009-08-14 11:49 pm UTC (link)

"Haven't slept with anyone in... at least a year. Probably more like two. I'm sure I'd know if I'd caught something by now." George got to his feet, then looked at her again.

"And I don't know. I can't remember what I said. If I hurt you, I'm sorry." Parchment crinkled in his pocket as he leaned for his wand. "I'm sorry that I'm drunk, sorry that I puked in your loo." The room lurched again, and he tightened his fist around his wand. "Sorry I don't remember getting here, but it sounds like something was good, anyway."

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	bl_katie 2009-08-14 11:54 pm UTC (link)
	Katie looked up at him and nodded. There was nothing more to say. She couldn't force him to remember. And she couldn't help but thinking she'd made the worst mistake of her life. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

bl_george
2009-08-15 12:07 am UTC (link)

"Kat," George said quietly. He reached to touch her cheek a bit clumsily, then shook his head. "We should talk," he mumbled. "Later. When I'm sober, because fuck, I have no idea what I'm even saying to you right now and that's so not fair..."

To either of us...

He ran a hand through his hair, then spotted his shorts just under the edge of the bed and bent to pick them up, then stuffed them into his pocket.

He should stay. Sober up. Take the potion and damn the allergy. Fuck fuck fuck...

"I'll see you," he said slowly. "When I'm sober..." His stomach threatened to empty again, and he tightened his grip on his wand. Prayed he wouldn't splinch himself as he Disapparated.

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	bl_katie 2009-08-15 12:12 am UTC (link)
	Katie stayed silent. What would they talk about? Whatever they'd had, it was ruined now. After he'd disapparated, she crawled back under the covers and hugged her pillow to her chest as she cried, her heart aching. (Reply to this) (Parent)

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