Distract me from my thoughts, once more.

[nymphadorauror]

Date: Thursday May 18, 2000
Time: 6ish pm
Place: London, Charlie’s shack
Characters Involved: Charlie and Tonks
Rating: PG-13?
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[nymphadorauror]

She had taken one shoe off without fail, but the other was being stubborn do to the fact that a knot had been created in her irritating laces. Tonks decided to just try and pull the boot off from her foot without worrying about the blasted knot, as she listened to Charlie. She even gave him a sideways glance, when he stated something about interior motives, wondering why he would even think she would have them.

Of course she had motives, secret incentives as to why she was there and why she tried to keep things under pleasant relations. But he didn’t need to know everything, did he?

Just has he offered her glass back, and uttered a name- one of which she never heard of- was when her boot finally pulled free from her big foot, but in a way to where it flung over her head from her persistent tugging, making it fly past the top of the chair and beyond somewhere in the room. But Tonks paid the action no mind, and instantly looked at Charlie with serious, yet inquisitive eyes. She was practically leaning out of her chair.

“Who?!” One of her hands went and grabbed her drink, thinking she had just opened a can of worms, and wondered if they were toxic. Hell, so was liquor- bottoms up! She drew back a good gulp of her second mug full, spitting and coughing followed like clockwork.

[charlie_weasel]

Charlie ducked instinctively as Tonks' shoe went flying into the Great Unknown of the shack. He smiled at her and swirled his drink around for a minute.

"Viorica, I said," Charlie repeated trying to keep his voice emotionless. Gods, if Tonks knew what emotions were roller-coasting right now---.. Surely she had some idea who he was talking about. He shifted in his chair for a moment.

After taking another drink and feeling a very, very miniscule buzz in the back of his head, Charlie smiled weakly. "From Romania."

[nymphadorauror]

The vocal repeat of the name did not jar Tonks from her confused stare at Charlie, but his voice, his rustling in his chair, and then his comment on location made her inhale sharply. Oh Holy Harpy! Was this… did this person, this woman, have to do with what happened to Charlie to make him come back from Romania? The very assumed issues Tonks had thought up when they had a few fighting matches? But then it didn’t make sense… why would his sudden departure for Romania involve an owl from her.

The realization of what could possibly be smacked Tonks in the face rather quickly. She had to down her drink to buy her some time, to cough and hack of course, before she could continue with this rather awkward conversation. Don’t be like that…. he’s listened to your silly problems… least you could do is listen to his. But why would that idiot go back to her? What the hell did she even have to say to him after all this time? How long as it been? Bloody Hell, I know less than I want to admit.

“Oh…” Tonks pushed that out of her vocal chords, sounding muffled from her rough coughing previous to speaking. She cleared her voice to stop sounding so weak.

“Uh…well… what happened?” It was hard to ask, but what else could she say? Tonks needed to know what made this girl so special that Charlie had to run and visit so hastily.

[charlie_weasel]

Charlie inwardly grimaced at Tonks' expression of pure confusion. There were reasons, mainly that had to do with his own insecurities-- and because he didn't really enjoy compromising situations, which normally helped him keep his tongue tight.

Drink, unfortunately, was very good a loosening him up. And yet, it was so satiating.

Charlie felt the boozy blush drain from his face. He tugged on the sleeves of the jumper in a distracted way. Did he really want to get into this? ...Well, she asked, right?

After pouring himself a rather tall drink (this time from a bottle of Scotch-- which would have been better with ice, but...) and downing it in a few swallows, he decided he might as well tell Tonks what had gone on- at least, the first time.

He exhaled. "I’ll just try to start from the- er- beginning. Well, see... while I was in Romania I was with, Merlin-- a lot of different women. And I'm not inflating my own ego here. I'm just stating the fact, before you take a pop on me. Anyway, um... where was I? Oh." Another drink is poured. "Right, and then after working with a Longhorn one night, some of the other blokes and I went to this bar. We did this usually every night- but that night there was someone else there. And by this someone I mean Viorica.”

Charlie stopped. He wasn’t sure if he really wanted to tell Tonks this. She would probably find it stupid. And it was. Fuck all.

“You should probably know she’s 39 years old.”

Okay. Another drink was necessary.