Andromeda isn't smiling, fuck you very much. (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} rearranginghell) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} resurrectio_rpg,@ 2008-05-21 16:14:00 |
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WHO: George and Percy Weasley.
WHAT: A nice, brotherly lunch. And someone is hungover. Hint: it's not who you'd guess.
WHEN: Wednesday, October 21st, around noon.
WHERE: The Two Brewers Pub, London.
RATING: PG-13, as a default. For Weasley men being Weasley men.
STATUS: Started!
Percy was a very lonely person. He'd resigned himself to that fact early on in his life and, as he got older, he was hard-pressed to find any evidence that said he should believe otherwise. He hadn't had that many friends before his split with the family, he had even less after the fact, the only people he talked to on any sort of reliable basis either wanted to heckle him or, worse, pity him. The last thing he needed was pity; he was very well aware of the fact that his situation was wretched, and that he was supposed to be above this sort of rubbish, and that he was bloody better than the person he currently was and station he currently occupied. The only problem with life as he knew it was that he was still stuck repeating the same motions that he had been repeating for ages now. Every day was the same story with a slightly different order of events and he kept waiting for something that he knew would never came.
The only real differences were whether or not he went home, and whether or not he did anything beyond simply going right to bed. On Tuesday night, he'd done something else. He'd gotten rather drunk. Of course, it had been a wretched day at the office, but that went without saying. Every day at the office was wretched anymore. Really, though, when Percy got drunk, there often wasn't a cause for it, beyond the fact that the tedium had gotten to be too much for him and he needed some other means to facilitate his existence. He didn't do anything stupid when he got drunk, beyond the actual drinking itself, and then the requisite going to the office the next day and acting like nothing was wrong, even though his head was killing him. ...And, in this case, meeting George for lunch while hungover. Percy's headache had yet to subside, and he was well aware of the fact that he didn't look his best, but he'd been popping Muggle breath mints all day and, sitting at an out-of-the-way table in George's specified pub, he hoped that he could just chalk this up to overwork. It wasn't like that was out of character for him.
WHAT: A nice, brotherly lunch. And someone is hungover. Hint: it's not who you'd guess.
WHEN: Wednesday, October 21st, around noon.
WHERE: The Two Brewers Pub, London.
RATING: PG-13, as a default. For Weasley men being Weasley men.
STATUS: Started!
Percy was a very lonely person. He'd resigned himself to that fact early on in his life and, as he got older, he was hard-pressed to find any evidence that said he should believe otherwise. He hadn't had that many friends before his split with the family, he had even less after the fact, the only people he talked to on any sort of reliable basis either wanted to heckle him or, worse, pity him. The last thing he needed was pity; he was very well aware of the fact that his situation was wretched, and that he was supposed to be above this sort of rubbish, and that he was bloody better than the person he currently was and station he currently occupied. The only problem with life as he knew it was that he was still stuck repeating the same motions that he had been repeating for ages now. Every day was the same story with a slightly different order of events and he kept waiting for something that he knew would never came.
The only real differences were whether or not he went home, and whether or not he did anything beyond simply going right to bed. On Tuesday night, he'd done something else. He'd gotten rather drunk. Of course, it had been a wretched day at the office, but that went without saying. Every day at the office was wretched anymore. Really, though, when Percy got drunk, there often wasn't a cause for it, beyond the fact that the tedium had gotten to be too much for him and he needed some other means to facilitate his existence. He didn't do anything stupid when he got drunk, beyond the actual drinking itself, and then the requisite going to the office the next day and acting like nothing was wrong, even though his head was killing him. ...And, in this case, meeting George for lunch while hungover. Percy's headache had yet to subside, and he was well aware of the fact that he didn't look his best, but he'd been popping Muggle breath mints all day and, sitting at an out-of-the-way table in George's specified pub, he hoped that he could just chalk this up to overwork. It wasn't like that was out of character for him.