Characters: Charlie Weasley and Nymphadora Tonks Setting: The Leaky Cauldron, after this thread Summary: They're drunk as skunks, that's all you need to know Rating/Warning: God only knows Status: Completed
So far the night had done its job; forgetting about the things that had gone down at the Ministry earlier that week and given them the chance to lose themselves in good friends and brew. It was a welcome relief, that was for damn sure. And those touches and moments from Charlie--she'd missed him, more than she'd admit to herself. A warmth ran through her whenever they made contact, and that above all else was making her evening. She'd forgotten how easy it was with him, and falling back into their friendship took nothing at all.
After so many drinks, eventually nature called, and she stumbled to the loo. After taking her time making sure she didn't look as drunk as she felt, she stumbled back, her head swimming a bit and her balance not what it usually was. Which was negligible on a good day.
On her way back, she tripped and managed to fall directly into a solid body, cursing as she did so. But those hands were familiar, and as soon as she hit him, she both apologised and grinned. "Of all the gin joints, in all the towns, in all the world, you walk into mine."