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hopalongcharlie (hopalongcharlie) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

"Speak for yourself, I'm a hopalong drunk!" he joked. He didn't actually drink heavily, especially when there was anything like work to be done. It played havoc with his balance. He drained the last of his coffee, now somewhat tepid from sitting while he read and only sipped absently. "Urgh. Not a fan of cooling coffee, tastes like piss," he said. "And Mum's jumpers are always impressive, but you aren't wrong," he said with a shrug.

Charlie cancelled a couple of her spells with a wave of his wand. "Oi! Bubble and Squeak, lady. Fried up veg, not just heating charms," he protested, grabbing a frying pan and directing a cutting charm at the potatoes and other vegetables to chop them up roughly. He wasn't the best cook but he could do a pretty decent range of simple things, especially if it only required throwing everything in a pan and cooking it until done. "It's Christmas, a bit of indulgence isn't going to hurt."

He nodded. "Sure, works for me. I didn't actually invite anyone but George, and I don't think he's going to show up." He was aware he could probably do with a few more friends, but mostly it didn't bother him until it came down to things like holidays and everyone started giving him sad looks. He grabbed some juice from the fridge and threw it into a glass and shrugged before adding in a small slug of vodka. He would have put in champagne, but he didn't actually think they had any.