Verity (jokeshopgirl) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-01-25 17:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, fred weasley, verity |
Who: Verity Ashford and Fred Weasley
When: Sometime 1/21-1/28
Where: For the Lulz
What: Working
Rating: pg-13 for sex talks?
Status: Complete!
Verity was glad to be able to focus on work. She’d finished inventory-ing the back room, and was slowly making her way through the front. Each aisle had to be logged systematically, and any changes made to the stock would be kept in the computer. They needed to have an exact count of everything for tax and business purposes. Verity knew all of this business stuff, and she was busy paying attention to all of it. It was good to keep her hands busy, it made her miss Oliver a little less. A little.
She finished one page and turned to the next in her little stack, turning around to count the next shelf.
Fred was so happy to be out of the hospital, that every time he looked at... well, basically anything that wasn’t hospital related, he had a terrible, terrible urge to kiss it. That included the floor, the merchandise, and the customers among other things.
Still. It was a bit hard get back back to work, after all things considered. Even he could understand that. “Wotcher?” He asked Verity, wandering up to her with a clipboard of his own.
Verity looked up and saw Fred there. She lifted the clipboard she was holding as if a shield, playfully putting it between them. “You’re not going to kiss me again, are you?” She asked, a playful tone in her voice.
“It was just the once,” Fred said, playfully. He couldn’t help that he was just in a ridiculously good mood, could he? “Anyway, it’s not like you were the only one getting a dose of my lips that day.” Hell, he hadn’t even known that customer!
Verity slowly lowered the clipboard now she knew it was safe and she’d be Fred-lip free. She gave him a bright grin and shrugged softly. “Just because your lips have been around doesn’t mean I’m happy about being part of your love-fest.” But she was, really. “I’m almost finished with the orders up here. It’s good to be back at work.”
“Whatever, you love my love fest. You’d be mad if I didn’t invite you to the lip orgy.” Fred said, cheeky as ever -- even as he actually glanced over her work on the clipboard. It was always nice to know that people enjoyed their work as much as he did. Of course, he might have been a bit biased, but he was pretty sure that For the Lulz was a great place to work.
“You’re right. I love your lip-fest best. Yours is the best lip-fest I’ve ever been blessed with. In fact, I confess I’m a happy guest to the world’s best lip-fest.” She didn’t even stumble over the tongue twister. She held out the clipboard to him and nodded. “I can go back and place the orders, if you want.”
Oh my. Fred grinned like a mad-man, ever so impressed with her tongue twister magic. She’d be quite a catch if she wasn’t... well. Something like a little sister to him. And dating Oliver Wood. Or whatever was going on there. “You’re going to have to go in the back,” he told her playfully. “Before I start up a new festival.”
Dating either Fred or George would be very, very strange. Very strange. Like incest. “I think I’ll avoid it again,” she said, softly. “I’m sort of... well, I’m taken now.” She added, giving him a smile. It’d been a very confusing start, but she was fairly confident that she and Oliver were the real deal now. Or, whatever that meant. She was exclusive with him, excepting the lip-fests she got from Fred while at work. Because, hey, it wasn’t cheating if she was glomped, right?
Clearly it wasn’t cheating if it was with Fred or George, because the two never meant anything by it, beyond attempting to be strange. “Ooooh?” said Fred, perking up slightly. “That so? Did you tell him what’s what about it then?”
“Well, I think he told me what’s what, really.” Verity said, crinkling her nose up as she thought about it. “Anyway, he’s used the word ‘boyfriend’ a couple times. And we’ve already said ‘I love you’ so... it’s moving pretty fast.”
Fred smirked, crossing his arms and leaning against the nearest shelf set up. “Dear me. You’re nearly at the hand holding stage,” he teased.
“Nearly.” Verity said, grinning. “And a bit terrified about the... hand holding.” She was obviously using hand holding as a euphemism. “It feels like we’ve been waiting a really long time to... hold hands.” She said, going very pink. The grin was fading a bit in her earnest. “And it’s not like I go around holding everyone’s hand. I just want to make sure he’s content to only hold my hand. And that we’ll both be happy. Y’know. Holding hands.” The entendre sort of fell apart by the end there.
The expression Fred gave her was somewhere between disgusted and just disturbed. He wasn’t sure how to reign that expression back in, to be honest. He looked around his store, making sure there was no customer near before speaking. “What? Seriously? You banged the shit out of Thor not two months ago and then gloated about not walking properly the next day. And now you need euphemisms?”
Verity laughed and shook her head. “That was different.” She said, petulantly. “It was just sex. I’m not planning on dragging Oliver into the storeroom, so... it’s different.” She insisted, lifting her hand to tuck some hair behind her ears.
Fred hid his face behind his hands and let out an exasperated sigh. “Women. You’re all just crazy,” he decided, voice muffled.
“How long did it take you to figure that out?” Verity asked, grinning at him hiding his face in his hands. “Anyway, that’s enough talk about that. Tell me about your love life, then. Since mine’s obviously so disgusting.” She was, actually, disgustingly happy.
She was disgustingly happy. And that was good. But he was fairly sure she was just trying to rub it in, now. Fred made himself busy by refolding a few of the shirts on display. “You know I haven’t got one,” he said, a bit petulant himself.
“Welllllll...” Verity gave one shoulder a half shrug. “Maybe you should. I mean, maybe we should get you one.” She added, thinking. “We could find someone for you to go out with by Valentine’s Day. Together, I’m sure we can find you a date.”
Beat. “Y’know, Oliver said maybe you should be my Valentine this year, since George was my Valentine last year.”
Fred gave her a scrutinizing sort of look, as if just unsure of whether she was serious or not. Sure, George had been last year, but... well. That was last year. “Oliver just wants to get out of buying you a swank dinner,” he said with a sniff. He was joking, of course. But that wasn’t the point.
“And I don’t know. I’m beginning to think there are no date-able women in this city.” None that were single anyway.
“I think he was a bit insulted when I said I’d probably go babysit Chace’s kids.” She said. “But first he said something about how they don’t celebrate Valentine’s Day ‘back home’.” She added, using air quotes around the words ‘back home.’ It was a little terrifying to her that Oliver didn’t consider this place to be home. Of course he didn’t though. It wasn’t his home. He was going to go back home as soon as he could. It was a scary thought. She didn’t know what was in the future for them. If anything.
“So I thought I’d... y’know... take the pressure off. And he said you should be my Valentine this year.”
“If you want me to be, I will,” Fred said, catching on to the fact that she was actually a little uncomfortable about something. “I mean, it gives us both a reason to lay the morning shift on George this year. It’s definitely his turn.”
“I promised lunch with Oliver. And I know I’ll have to babysit... at some point... so Chace can take Lizzy out for a romantic meal. But I’d love to have a Valentine’s Day celebration with you, Fred. Since I went out with George last year.” She wasn’t romantic with either of the twins. They were like brothers to her. She was just in a really bad place after her break-up the year before, and George was really nice to take her out. “We could go go-karting.”
That was funny, Tonks had suggested doing that just the other day. Maybe it was some new things that girls were starting to like? He filed that information away for later. Or something.
“I like go-karting,” he agreed. “We’ll do that. And then I’ll take you out to a rulll fancy dinner at the Sizzlers.” He gave a cheeky grin.
“It’s a date.” Verity said with a grin. “Now, I really should get to those orders. Did you have something else for me to do?”
Fred stuck his tongue out at her, ever a little too childish. “No. Go do your job, woman.”
“I’m going! I’m going!” Verity scooted past him, then wandered off toward the back room to put the orders into the computer.