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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 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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