Angie! (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} johnsonchases) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} wished,@ 2010-03-21 22:08:00 |
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WHEN: Sunday March 21 (late late evening early morning of the 12nd)
WHERE: Paddington Green Police Station
WHAT: After days of people trying to get Angelina out of the house, Angie agrees. Going to a muggle sports bar, she drinks too much, gets angry, and gets in a fight. Fred and George have to get her out of the drunk tank...
RATING: PG-13 for this group's mouth
STATUS: Incomplete/Closed
NOTES: So we worked out that it would work with everyone sort of writing a narrative comment about how they made the muggle cops angry and ended up in jail for the night and them contacting the next person on the list. It'd end with Mr. Weasley having to come get them ALL. This way the thread doesn't go dead from too many people. An since it's just a few of us. I can probably email when it's your charries turn. :) Also, due to it getting buried, and no one even mentioning that it's happened yet, Dena said I could repost and redate it. AGAIN Reposted. Bette and Dena said I should.
Days. That's how long Katie and Alicia had been attempting to get Angelina out of the house and off the couch/off the bed, and it was starting to greatly annoy the hell out of Angelina herself. But she'd finally relented. She wasn't even sure why she'd done it herself, but tonight she'd emerged from her room, showered and dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. She was going out.
She hadn't actually invited Katie either. She needed out by herself they could deal with it. There was a sports pub in muggle London. Angelina was rather fond of it. In fact, she could be called a regular.
Her family always had been extremely sports minded. Cricket, football, quidditch. It didn't matter what the sport was as long as there was some one to root for.
There was a match on, and Angelina was thankful for it. So she kept waving the bartender over as she watched the game, trash talk, egging the team on the telly on. It was the best way to forget your troubles.
Unless you were Angelina, because it really wasn't working, and the more she drank, the more she felt like she might loose it. And loose it she did.
It was an innocent enough exchange, biting remarks about a person's favorite team, normally led to more biting sarcastic remarks. This time it led to flying fists (when after Angelina was asked why she liked one team, she'd remarked that her whole family did. They responded with a, "You're family has shit taste."). Angelina had punched the bitch out, which got her friends up in arms, caused a bar fight, and led to her current predicament of sitting at the copper's desk as he took her slurred statement.
When told she could call someone, she claimed her numbers were in the book they'd taken off of her. She lifted the phone and held it between her shoulder and head, and when the copper wasn't looking scribbled a drunk note in her journal for Fred and George to come get her out of this hellhole.
Absofuckinglutely brilliant.