WHO: Alicia and Geoff WHAT: Alicia feels bad for being a bitch. Again. WHERE: Geoff's houseboat WHEN: Tuesday late-afternoon RATING: High for language STATUS: In progress
It had been all of two days since Quidditch had ended and Alicia was going completely crazy. She literally had nothing to fill up all of her shiny new free time. So basically all she'd been doing was running and getting into people's business. She felt bad for being slightly rude to Geoff the other night, but for some reason his 'job' had just irritated the hell out of her at that particular moment. It absolutely drove her crazy that Geoff wasn't honest with her. It wasn't like she was some random bird off the street or anything. They'd been friends for ages. And while part of her knew that he was just following orders and trying to keep everyone safe by not saying anything, it still fucking sucked. Especially since Drew was more than happy to include her in his life.
Still. The world had too many relationship related problems at the moment. Between Drew, Mandy, Katie, Lavender, and subsequently Roger and Flint...Alicia really didn't want to add herself into that mix. Not that she was in a relationship with Geoff. But they were still friends and she knew she shouldn't have gotten so annoyed with him. She'd always known there would be secrets before she'd gotten involved with him past friendship and she knew there probably always would be. And so after running a few miles along the beach during the morning, she'd showered and thrown on some shorts and a tank before heading for Geoff's houseboat. She'd always found it weird that he lived on a boat. Didn't the Ministry pay better than that? Then again, it would have been more weird for Geoff to have some big extravagant place. That didn't really seem like him. Plus, she supposed, not many people would expect an Auror to live on boat, so it definitely worked to his advantage.
Once she was at Geoff's boat, she let herself on, pausing on the deck before going to look for him. It was earlier than when she usually dropped by. Maybe he wouldn't even be home. Or maybe he was doing some top secret shite or something. Or maybe he was with his ex. None of those were things that she particularly wanted to walk in on, so instead of searching him out, she stopped at the entrance to the lower quarters. "Geoff! I'm stealing your deck space," she called out, figuring if he was home and not busy, he'd let her know. And with that, she walked over to the edge of his deck and sat down, letting her legs hang over the side. Well, at least if he wasn't home she could take a nap in the sun or something. It wasn't like she had much else to be doing.