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Charlie Weasley (dragonsandmagic) wrote in wished,
@ 2009-08-20 00:25:00

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!1997: 08, !incomplete, bill weasley, charlie weasley, fred weasley, george weasley, oliver wood

WHO: The Weasley Boys, Open to anyone who may have possibly been invited to Bill's bachelor party
WHAT: Bill's bachelor party!
WHERE: Waxy's Little Sister (Irish pub in London)
WHEN: Wednesday, late afternoon
RATING PG-13... Possibly more?
OPEN/CLOSE Open!

While not an exactly popular side of London, Charlie had worked a deal with the owner of Waxy's Little Sister, an Irish Pub that resided just behind Chinatown. While the downstairs pub was still open to the public, the upstairs -- usually the calmer, quieter section of the pub -- was reserved strictly for the "Lord Penningweather Gentleman's Club."

The entire pub was made of warm red wood, giving the cozy feeling of being safe and welcomed. Upstairs, where the stag party was set to be held, held a few red and green chairs and couches, while the small wooden tables had been moved off to the side, covered in a tarp to keep them from being stained by what could only be described as enough fried food to feed -- and kill -- the entire British military forces. There was a fireplace upstairs, and while there was no actual bar the pub had installed a dumbwaiter, allowing the men to drop their drink orders to the bar and bring them up to the party.

Save for the ropes tying off the stairwell, things seemed to be fairly normal. Charlie stood at the top of the stairs with a grin, looking over his handiwork. He'd managed to pull everything together fairly well, for not even thinking about it to the last moment. It shouldn't be long before his friends -- and, of course, the guest of honor -- arrived.

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weasleygred
2009-08-21 08:20 am UTC (link)

"Ollie!" George clapped Oliver on the shoulder with a satisfying thump. "And before the straddling gets underway, maybe we ought to swear everyone to secrecy. Because Bill's bird might get scary and beaked if she's really brassed off." She hadn't yet, but George had annoyed her more over journals than he had in person, so far. So maybe she'd getting pecking-like and he hadn't seen. Or maybe she hadn't really been that annoyed by dung and made up countries. It was hard to tell in writing.

"Charlie, this is the worst named pub in the world, you know. Someone ought to tell the owner that pubs are supposed to be named something sexy, you know. Or something that sounds dodgy, at least," George complained, looking around to locate booze and food. And the tied off stairs. He wondered if there was stuff they weren't supposed to see up there, normally. Generally the shite they weren't supposed to see was much more interesting.

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weasleyforge
2009-08-22 04:10 am UTC (link)

"Right, like Dirty Dick's or The Foggy Doggy or The Squealing Pig. Oh, there's that pub... whatsit? The Spread Eagle. That's the sort of place you want a bird to work. Or there's this pub in York. The Quiet Woman. Sign has a woman carrying around her own severed head while she serves you." Generally, Fred liked it when birds talked, though. At least if they were being funny. Unless they'd snog him, then he'd rather they use their mouths for something productive like that instead.

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