Red Rover (george_way) wrote in witchway, @ 2008-01-03 17:25:00 |
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Who: George, Oliver
Where: Nymph & Kneazle
When: Thursday, January 3 (sometime after 4 pm)
What: When the girls they love break their hearts, George and Oliver turn to their friend Alcohol.
Status: Complete
George stared down into his glass of firewhiskey. How many had he had? 2, 3, 5...10? Whatever the number, it wasn't enough; nothing ever was, but it didn't hurt to try. As he lifted the glass to finish it off, he stole a glance at Oliver. Was he having fun? George couldn't tell. It was dark and crowded and there weren't enough girls. Usually there were more girls when Oliver was involved. "We should've gone someplace with strippers," he said, slamming his glass down with a little more force than necessary.
Oliver signaled to the bartender to pour them another pair of firewhiskeys. "Too early for strippers," Oliver said, and paused to let out an impressive belch. "Too early for girls still. We'll have to keep drinking until they show up or it's time to go hunt them down."
"Better let them come to us," George said, his replenished glass in his hand. "I don't feel much like moving."
"Good plan," Oliver said. He was all for not standing himself at the moment. "So, have you talked to Bells since the party?"
"Define talk."
Oliver pursed his lips, watching the bartender pour his firewhiskey. "Exchange some sort of communication of a meaningful variety."
"Nope," George said with a half-hearted shrug. "Don't think she cares to talk."
"Sounds like a girl to me," Oliver said, and reached for his newly-filled glass. "They'll spend a whole night on a roof with you and then pretend it never happened."
"Or a month in your hotel room," George said with a snort.
Oliver hunkered down near the bar, near his drink, his head tilted to look at George more closely. "So that's where you've been this whole time?"
"Spent a few weeks in Hogwarts. She stayed with me there for a bit, but we got a room to spy on Hannah and Cho," George said.
Even through the firewhiskey blur in Oliver's mind, this was interesting. "Why not spy on them from Cho's flat? Or mine."
George leaned in to whisper. "Secret meetings," he said in a voice that only seemed hushed to himself. "Pureblood stuff."