Percival Ignatius Weasley has discovered sarcasm. (analretentive) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-03-07 01:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, percy weasley, sam winchester |
Who: Percy Weasley and Sam Winchester
When: Thursday 2/28
Where: Pub and Grill
What: Lunch + Beer + Talking
Rating: Low
Status: Complete
Percy was feeling good. Really good. For the first time in a very long time, he felt pretty, well, positive. He’d made his test and was more than positive he’d passed it with flying colors. And then he’d enjoyed a night out with celebratory drinks.
Today he was, admittedly, sporting a little bit of a headache. That didn’t stop him from meeting Sam at a Pub and Grill around early noon, though. After all, wasn’t the cure for a hangover more liquor?
Hair of the dog, right? That was something that Sam learned from Dean. Or his dad. One or the other. He was running late because he had to get some paperwork signed by a judge at the courthouse. So by the time he jogged up the walkway into the pub, he was breathless from speeding around. He came in and glanced around for the redhead, looking forward to celebrating his friend’s success.
Sam would probably spot the bespectacled man fairly easily -- as he was the only redhead in the room. More so, he sat up quite straight -- and was giving his friend a little wave in greeting. “Sam,” he said, when the tall man finally made his way over.
“Hi, Percy,” Sam said, breaking into a grin as he headed across the restaurant. He nodded a little, then reached forward to shake Percy’s hand in greeting. “Congratulations are in order, I hear.” He said, pleased for his friend.
Percy shook his hand, and then gestured to the seat across from him for Sam to sit. He gave a smile, that was a little bit too close to self-congratulatory. “Hopefully so,” he said, “you know it takes a while to get the results back, but -- I am confident.” A pause. “And how are you doing?”
"That's good. Confident is good." Sam said. "I'm... busy. With work picking up and the dreams..." Sam had a lot going on in his life. Not to mention the girl who took up a lot of his thoughts.
“The dreams are awful,” Percy agreed -- rather mildly, as if making it clear that he didn’t want to talk about them at all. Well, not his own. Sam was allowed to talk about it all he wanted; Percy would listen. Flagging a waiter down he ordered them both beers.
Sam had a feeling he would win the ‘my dreams are worse than yours’ game. After all, he had a physical scar on his arm from them after being possessed by a demon. He couldn’t imagine that Percy’s dreams were that bad. Then again, what did he know? They didn’t have to talk about them. “Thanks,” he said after Percy ordered the beers. “Yeah, they are. Though, some people don’t have them that bad. Seems like dreaming about being a pony would be better than mine.”
Percy was sure he’d seen that going around the ‘Net lately, but he hadn’t put a whole lot of stock into it. It had seemed far fetched even for … well. Maybe not. Wonderland had just happened, after all. “Well --” he said, obviously perplexed on the matter. “I-- well. I wouldn’t want to know I was a different species in another life. But I can see your point.”
Wonderland and the Blue Flu. Really weird things. And the ghosts? The girl, or whatever? Sam and Dean had looked into it, but hadn’t found anything concrete. Not like in his dreams. He always seemed to win in his dreams. Though, sometimes at a cost.
“I don’t know if it’s another life,” Sam said, frowning a bit. “But I don’t know that it’s not another life. So I’m not sure what to say to that one.”
Percy was, perhaps, a little more sure than he would like to admit. It was hard to put into words why, and lord only knew he didn’t like it, but he believed it.
“It’s --” he gave paused as their drinks were delivered, and he was glad for the moment to think. “It’s --- well. I guess it is what it is, right?” He was a logical thinker, so he resisted looking too far into it.
“It is what it is.” Sam couldn’t disagree with that. He took a sip from his delivered beer, and leaned back a bit in his chair. “So, what are your plans now? Can I set up an interview for you with Helen Magnus?”
“Does she -- run your firm?” He felt stupid, but he really couldn’t remember at all where exactly Sam had said he’d worked. Normally Percy remembered things like that. He supposed he’d have to forgive himself the transgression though, since he was pretty sure he’d been dying when Sam told him.
“I-- would like that quite a lot.”
“Yes.” Sam said, nodding. “She’s in charge. But now I’m working for her, I’ve been bringing in some new clients, and I think there’s enough work for another attorney. But I’ll bring it up with her.”
“I--” Percy paused at the beginning of that sentence, not even sure how he’d be able to form a sentence that could have expressed his gratitude. “I mean. I’d be very grateful. Really. You have no idea.”
Sam shrugged. “It’s no big deal. I think the firm’s growing a bit, it’ll be nice to have another set of hands around.”
Percy seemed quite pleased at that, but didn’t want to go on thanking Sam or gushing terribly. It would be rather unprofessional. And anyway, nothing was guaranteed yet. So instead, he just sat back a little and sipped at his beer and went back to their previous conversation. “So. Do you know many ponies?”
Uh. Yeah. Ponies. Sam chuckled, lifting his glass to gulp from it, then nodded. “Yeah. I do. Deryn.” He couldn’t hide the emotion that flooded his features at the mention of her name.
Percy was an observant sort of man, and so couldn’t help but notice the way Sam said the girls’ name. He rose his eyebrows, politely curious. “Girlfriend?” He was not going to make fun of someone for dating a dream-pony. That was just rude.
Sam paused for a long moment. “Um.” He said. “Well, we haven’t defined it. I haven’t asked her. But I’m not seeing anyone else, and I don’t think she is.” Beat. “So, maybe. Maybe soon.”
Percy could only smile at that, because, well, it was kind of cute. Plus he supposed he could relate. “Lucky her then, I should think. Maybe you should ask her?” The world was going to end: Percival Weasley was giving dating advice.
“Maybe I should.” Sam said, then lifted his beer for a gulp. He’d have to work up the courage. He hadn’t really dated in... well a long time. He supposed the last person he could really say that he dated was Jessica. And that was... ages ago. Just the thought brought up all sorts of negative emotions.
“Up to you,” Percy said quickly, because he wasn’t sure how to deal with people when their emotions went south. He wasn’t even sure how to deal with himself when that happened.
Sam cleared his throat again and sat up a little. “Yeah, maybe I should. I’ll do that. Next time I see her.” He gulped again from his glass.
Percy sipped at his drink, and gave a small smile in response -- he was a very emotive man, but he rarely smiled. “You’ll have to tell me how it goes,” he said, wondering what kind of woman the girl he liked was. If she was a pony, and all.
“I will.” Sam nodded. “And I’ll let you know what Helen says about your interview.” He added, bringing the conversation back around. “You can relax for a bit now. Enjoy a few days off now the Bar’s overwith.”
“I just might,” Percy said, raising his beer up slightly in a cheers. ‘I do suppose it’s well deserved.”
“It is.” Sam said, then lifted his glass once more in a toast to Percy, before drinking.