Charlie Weasley (![]() ![]() @ 2011-01-16 11:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: charlie weasley, character: tracey davis, complete, january 2000, place: private residence |
RP: The morning after
Who: Tracey Davis, Charlie Weasley, a questionable amount of Davis/Gallagher family members
When: Sunday, 16 January 2000
Where: Tracey's flat above the pub, Ireland
What: Tracey felt challenged by Charlie in their owls. Last night, she rose to the challenge.
Rating: PG 13 (for partial though innocent nudity and cursing over sports)
Status: Complete
Charlie had that familiar feeling. One he hadn't had in months: a combination of feeling terribly hungover, but with a general sense of wellness that said the night was fun. Also, he had quite the morning stiffy.
He had a bit of a checklist memorized for mornings like this. It went like so:
1) Could he open his eyes? If so, what did he see?
A tidy but eccentric girl's flat. It smelled good too, but the light hurt his eyes- why was it so bright?
2) Was he clothed?
Unfortunately, yes.
3) Was it last night's clothing, or did he change?
Last night's... with the addition of a pair of suspenders that made him frown for some reason.
As the night came back to him in pieces, he rolled over on the apparently sloppily transfigured cushion on the floor and wondered if he could sleep any longer before having to figure it out. He voted yes, and closed his eyes, burrowing into the blankets. It was bloody cold in here- Tracey's flat? He was on the floor at Tracey's. He supposed the night hadn't gone that well, then.