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Harry Fisher (social_climber) wrote in toujoursliberer,
@ 2008-05-14 17:34:00

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eward_mountford-miles, harry_fisher

Harry and Eward Have a Friendly Drink
Subject: A Drink or Three
Where: The Mountford-Miles family home, London
Who: Harry Fisher
Warnings: NC-17
Open to: Eward Mountford-Miles and the M-M household.

He'd seen Eward at the Salon, although not exchanged anything more than nods most of the time, and that was unlike Eward. The man had insulted someone loudly or made an obvious pass at any of the women, that Harry had noticed, anyway, far too busy making his own passes at the hostess.

And so now he was making sure that Eward was alright. He had seemed out of sorts, and Harry could hardly imagine anything that could qwell the man's enormous personality. If it wasn't an impersonator, then something was clearly wrong.

He broke in via the small, open window in the scullery, and made his way through the undecorated corridor, until he came across a servant. The maid, Kitty. "Where is he?" He asked her, noting that her blouse was fastened today, too. Very unusual. The girl nodded towards the drawing room, and that's where Harry headed.

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lord_eward
2008-05-14 04:52 pm UTC (link)

Eward was meant to be dozing, or so had been his intentions when he had slipped into his fine armchair but he was now simply tearing off parchment, rolling it up and throwing it into the open fire to watch it burn. He sighed; his hair was dischevelled and his composure was all... off. Yet another ball fizzled and burnt, and Eward was still no more satisfied.

He had abandoned his sisters and his friends in his madness, choosing instead to mope about by himself and feel sorry for the ropey old Lord. He could really truly do with a drink.

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social_climber
2008-05-14 04:58 pm UTC (link)

Harry didn't knock, he hardy ever bothered in this household any more, peering into the room and noticing the figure slumped in the chair. "Eward?" He called, unsure if the other was awake, but the ball of parchment at that moment flung at the fire told him otherwise. He stepped into the room, shutting the door behind him. "What's wrong with you? I hear you haven't been yourself..." He says, settling down on the arm of the opposite chair.

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lord_eward
2008-05-14 05:03 pm UTC (link)

Eward heard Harry enter and wished he were in a different mood; that being said, he had been in the same discontent one for days and he didn't see himself recovering from it any time soon. With a grumble of recognition he waited for Harry to sit down but instantly regretted not appearing brighter. The last thing he needed was questions...

"I'm fine," he said, throwing yet another ball of parchment to the flames. "Just... I'm fine. Why do you care, anyway, you did not need to visit..."

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social_climber
2008-05-14 05:09 pm UTC (link)

"I quite clearly did." Harry says, eyebrow raising. "As soon as you run out of paper, you'll through yourself into that fire. You need a drink. Kitty!" He yelled, and the girl came running, appearing at the doorway a moment later. "Gin, scotch, wine, whatever else you have. Glasses, now." He commanded, and then the girl nodded, dashing off. "What's wrong with you?" He questions again, pulling the paper out of Eward's reach.

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lord_eward
2008-05-14 05:12 pm UTC (link)

Eward did not deny that the sound of all those drinks mixed together was music to his ears, but that, the mention of Kitty and the fact that Harry was peeling the parchment out of Eward's hands only served to make him grumpier. "I. Am. Fine!" he snapped, shifting slightly in the armchair and shooting him a look which resembled a pouting child. Still, he couldn't resist being dramatic and he added; "And I was not going to throw myself into the fire - it is far too hot, I would be better in the Thames..."

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social_climber
2008-05-14 05:23 pm UTC (link)

"You wouldn't drown in the Thames this time of year, you'd suffocate." Harry informs him. The servants, at least, are on the ball today, two of the footmen, carrying in the trays of glasses, bottles and decanters. Harry was rather glad Kitty had not come back, considering Eward's clear dislike of her at present. Harry wondered if it was something she had done in particuluar, or merely the whole of the female race, as both of the girls seemed to be gone at the moment too.

He shrugged the thought away, however, and leaned forwards, pouring himself a more than healthy measure of scotch, and the same for Eward. "Drink that then. It cures everything."

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lord_eward
2008-05-14 05:27 pm UTC (link)

Eward did as he was told and downed the drink, wincing at the strength and shuddering as it went down his throat. It certainly gave him a boost and as the servants left he flexed his eyes. "That is strong, where did I buy this?" he said, his voice almost strangled. Giving a bright laugh he let out a breath, whistling low before holding out the glass for more.

"It certainly cures the nerves," he said, grinning for the first time in a while. "So... how are you?"

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social_climber
2008-05-14 05:35 pm UTC (link)

Harry downed his own with a similar shudder, smiling afterwards though, re-pouring for the pair of them. "You paid money for this?" He asked, swallowing half of his new glass before setting it down on the low table between them.

"Me?" He asked, and shrugged, "Same old, same old. What's ever new with me?" He said, smiling. and then picked up the glass and finished the rest. "On reconsideration, it's not half bad."

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	lord_eward 2008-05-14 05:39 pm UTC (link)
	"Nothing's ever new with you, I just asked so it would get off the subject of me," he joked, which was odd in itself as there was usually nothing that Eward like more than to speak about himself, brag about his conquests and tell grand stories. After another hard chug of the scotch he sighed and leant back in his chair. "Help me, Harry." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	social_climber 2008-05-14 05:43 pm UTC (link)
	"Help you?" Harry asked, pausing in his attempts to get another drink, setting down the tumbler on the table and looking at Eward with some surprise. "What can I do?" He said, shuffling onto the very edge of the chair's arm, as close to Eward as he could get without getting to his feet. "What do you need?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	lord_eward 2008-05-14 05:59 pm UTC (link)
	"I need you to cure me," he said, obviously desperate. He noted his friend's obvious surprise and he felt touched by it. "I fear I am besotted with a woman I can neither have nor rid myself of. It is consuming me little by little and I do not know what to do..." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	social_climber 2008-05-14 07:04 pm UTC (link)
	"Besotted?" Harry says, surprised even more so than he was a moment ago. "Just fuck her like you do the others, surely?" He says, and pours them both another glass. "Unless you have and...?" He adds, passing over the glass. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	lord_eward 2008-05-14 07:08 pm UTC (link)
	Eward groaned. "That is the problem, I did fuck her and that's what started it all off!" Oh how he wished sometimes that he could take that night back, but then it was so wonderful he found himself angry for thinking of wanting to retract it. He took the glass and swirled the liquid. "It's someone you know." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	lord_eward 2008-05-15 01:53 pm UTC (link)
	Eward grumbled and flipped a hand at the glass. "I don't want another drink. I'm tired of drinking. I never bloody do anything except get drunk it's not worth it! And it makes me too hot," he complained, shifting around in his chair. "Why do I wear black? It's far too irritating." (Reply to this) (Thread)

	lord_eward 2008-05-15 02:48 pm UTC (link)
	"Yes. You are pouty. 'if you don't want to then don't' sort of thing, that's pouty." He rolled over to fling his legs over the rests of the chair, arms flailing by his sides. "Wash me then. Go on, I dare you! Throw me in the bath and give me a good scrub, I know you want to. Just an excuse to feel me up." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	lord_eward 2008-05-15 03:04 pm UTC (link)
	Eward grinned up at his friend, thinking he'd won when he was covered in alcohol from head to toe. In shock he leapt up, stumbling a little as the coldness of the liquid drenched him and he gasped. "Harry!" he exclaimed, wondering what on earth had got into him when he shoved him backwards, pushing his chest. "Idiot! That's good liquor!" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	social_climber 2008-05-15 03:31 pm UTC (link)
	Harry's eyes narrowed. "Then you admit you're in love with her?" He says. "And you don't need me. You got yourself into this mess, and it is your own doing." He shrugs, taking a breath while tapping his hands against the chair arms, and getting to his feet again. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)