RP: Jive Talking in the Jacuzzi

[anon_george]

Date: 19 June 2003
Character(s): Fred and George Weasley
Location: WWW Redux
Status: Private, me thinks
Summary: Fred and George go hottubbing
Completion: Incomplete

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[anon_george]

"No, you should focus on yourself, you git." George took his hand and cupped it, splashing water in Fred's face. "After all, you're the one who seems to need to kick in the arse to get going." He shook his head, then began to chuckle. "You need to tell Angie how you feel and I mean everything and you need to quit worrying about when the hell I'm going to move out. I will when I do and not a moment before."

He did love Fred but sometimes the man was just frustrating. "Who the fuck cares if they think you're alive or dead? As long as you know that everything is functioning and your crank is working properly, nobody else's opinion mattered. If it did, would we have opened up the original Wheezes because other than you, me, and Lee, no one believed we could do it." He took a sip of his ale and laughed into the bottle. "We'd have probably ended up working for the Ministry or something."

George knew that wasn't true but it proved his point. "I hope that's true." He replied, meaning every word. "After all, it would be nice to see not see your arse around here all the time." He shrugged when Fred asked him about jail before he replied. "Assaulting a police officer. I threw a whiskey bottle into a corner and didn't know there was a bobby there. But I slipped him one of those instant daydream charms you came up with." George smiled at Fred. "Thanks by the way. And the next cop to show up though he was drunk and sent him home. So all I have is a disorderly conduct charge." He took a large gulp of his ale and continued. "Or might I say that one Draco Malfoy has a charge against him."

[anon_fred]

Fred sputtered and wiped the water from his face, as he vanished his - now filled with water - beer bottle, grumbling a few choice words at George. He would get him later, for now… he’d let him fry for a bit. Still, his grin was back on his face when he heard how George had gotten out of prison. “Nice one, Forge,” he grinned approvingly, and summoned a new - and water free - beer from the cooler. “We should make them part of the Skiving Snackboxes, or start up a new line of first-aid products,” his mind was wandering, but it returned to George in a heartbeat. “Wonder how papa Malfoy’s going to burst a vein if he’s ever informed of the ferret face’s Muggle criminal record…” He held up his bottle, before he clinked it to George’s. “Great thinking there.”

The beer was refreshing as ever when he poured it down his throat. “Just so you know, I have told Ang everything,” he followed up on George’s comment there. “And she’s… coming around, but truth of the matter is, that I died and she did what any sane woman should do in that situation; she moved on. I don’t blame her for that, quite the contrary, actually. It just means that it’ll take that much longer to get to where you and Katie are.” He shrugged slightly. “Do I want to be there with Ang? Hell yeah, at some point I want to, and hopefully she wants to too.” A short laugh escaped him then. “Although, of course with Ang… who knows what she wants? Don’t really see her as the marrying or mothering type, not now, but… maybe sometime in the future.”