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☆ ν ε г ι т γ ☄ (thelivewire) wrote in wished,
@ 2009-09-30 21:46:00

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!1997: 09, !complete, fred weasley, verity weller

WHO: Verity and Fred
WHAT: Closing up shop, then chatting
WHERE: Diagon Alley
WHEN: Wednesday night
WARNINGS/RATING/STATUS: Drinkin!/PG13?/Ongoing

Propping the box on her hip, Verity unloaded another row of daydream charms and shook her hair out of her face. "I could use a drink," she called back to Fred, who was counting out the till. They'd only closed a few minutes ago, but Verity felt better already. It had just been one of those days where every minute felt like an hour and everyone seemed to be in some kind of mood.

"Or several drinks." Sealing up the box, she glanced at the section before moving towards the storeroom. "You have any plans tonight?" She made her voice nonchalant, but her heart beat a little faster at the though of going out for a drink with Fred. Who knew what would happen?

Putting the box away, she came back out and hopped onto the counter beside Fred. "How'd we do today?" She asked, eyeing the money piled up beside the register.

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	thelivewire 2009-10-04 07:50 pm UTC (link)
	Verity shook her head and reached out for her ale, taking a long sip of it and signalling the barkeep for some water. "Maybe I'm really good at hiding it." She retorted, disappointed, but trying to hide that as well. "Maybe I've fancied you for so long that you don't know me any other way." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	weasleyforge 2009-10-04 08:01 pm UTC (link)
	"Well I am pretty brilliant," Fred answered automatically. Then he frowned at the newer look on her face. She was trying to hide it, and she was doing a good job, but there had been as shift of some sort and he couldn't quite put his finger on it. "What's wrong?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

thelivewire
2009-10-04 08:37 pm UTC (link)

"Nothing," she answered, casting her gaze away from him and picking up her glass. Two glasses of water were deposited on their table and she smiled her thanks at the bartender, even though he'd just dropped them and left. She didn't want to look him in the eyes, lest she blurt out her secret. Even if she did though, she had a sinking feeling he'd treat it as a joke. All of a sudden she wished he hadn't sat beside her, she wanted to get out and apparate home and preferably drown herself in her shower.

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	weasleyforge 2009-10-04 09:12 pm UTC (link)
	"Which I'd believe if a second ago you weren't just pawing at me and being very friendly, and now you look a little bit like I kicked your grandmum..." Fred frowned, slipping an arm around her shoulders - but slowly, like he thought she'd just as likely backhand him as anything else. "Ver?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

thelivewire
2009-10-04 10:13 pm UTC (link)

Verity couldn't handle this anymore. Fred clearly hadn't taken her deceleration seriously. What more could she say? If she stayed any longer she was only going to make a fool of herself. Resisting the urge to snuggle closer, Verity grabbed her water glass and took a long swig then shoved the table slight, giving herself more room.

She manoeuvred over Fred, straddling him for a long moment. She was unable to resist the urge to press close to him and kiss him again, a long deep snog, her hips grinding down against him. It was a long moment before she pulled away and clambered out of the booth. "I'll see you tomorrow," she offered up an attempt at a cheeky smile, but it fell short and she pushed through the crowd, dipping outside and apparating home.

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weasleyforge
2009-10-04 10:17 pm UTC (link)

Fred sat staring after her for a minutes, ignoring the catcalls from the men at the next booth over that she come back and give them a lap dance too.

... She had just given him a lap dance. In the middle of a bloody pub in bloody HOGSMEADE with farmers and drunks and shite around.

Bloody hell.

He couldn't stop staring for a minute, then he turned and waved for another whiskey. He had a feeling he'd need it for when he got home and had to explain this to George. He might actually still want to be drunk tomorrow, when he had to talk to Verity again.

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