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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[charlie_weasel]

"Whoops is right." Charlie made a face at Tonks, as she seemed to be getting some disturbing sort of amusement from his torpid legs. He could feel her shaking slightly in his lap- but thought it was perhaps, her laughing. Why else would she be shivering, or whatever it was?

And then- suddenly, she started trying to get up- managing to elbow Charlie in the side in the meantime. But for some reason, she wasn't able to get herself to the floor. Charlie grinned. "You think?"

Wondering listelessly where Tonks thought she was going, he attempted to stand up- like he had before- but had a dizzy feeling of 'doom'- like he was standing on the edge of a cliff and a strong wind was picking up. So, he sat back down with a laugh. "I think I'm stuck too. If I get up, we're going to fall."

[nymphadorauror]

His words made her laugh erupt, and then Tonks fell back against Charlie just as he tried to lift upwards, which made her wobbly and nearly slip off him and the chair as well. Her legs were the first to go, which slanted off the armrest and pulled her sideways as they met up with one of Charlie’s legs

[charlie_weasel]

"I- can't tell. I can't feel them," Charlie said, looking at Tonks' left hand on his right shouler. He let out a small laugh (which sounded like a 'huh') and peered back up at her.

He gripped the armrests and, with a devious grin, stood again- still only a few inches off the chair, but this time he kept the hunched postion for nearly half a minute before allowing himself to return to his seat. His vision swam. "Oops-!"

[nymphadorauror]

Tonks gave Charlie a look at said: ‘You are a wanker’. But this look did not last long, and was abruptly replaced with a shocked and scared expression as Charlie rose from his chair and forced Tonks to fall, with a jagged tumble, from his lap and to the floor-landing on her derrière. OH that wanker! Of course it didn’t hurt, she was laughing too hard, one she realized what he had done, to notice the sting on her backside. Her hands drug away from Charlie as she lost her fight to stay on his lap, and now they walloped at his shins playfully.

“You…. you… wanker!” She cried out and then grabbed his legs before she would decide to lie down instead of sit up. She was feeling heavy all over. Her hands squeezed up at his knees.

“You better help me up-or not.. whatever!” She was getting no where as she tried to stand up, so she quickly gave up and put her hands to the floor to use it as support to get up.

[charlie_weasel]

Charlie had nearly laughed himself to tears by the time Tonks tried to use his knees as leverage. "Agh- Oh!"

He looked at her, pushing his glasses up, a grin still plastered on his face. He feigned (badly, because... well, because he was sloshed) a look of concern- then ended up laughing again, "What, are you stuck?"

Charlie held out a hand to Tonks, moving his legs a little to make it easier.

[nymphadorauror]

Tonks made a face up a Charlie and ignored his hand, as she twisted and rolled herself up on her hands and knees, with a lot of effort. Her black work slacks were getting filthy but she didn’t care, for soon, after she lifted feet and balanced very unsteadily with her hands outstretched, she got to her feet with a proud grin on her face.

“I can do it. See.” But she swayed, and tipped, as she took steps front to back and sideways, getting light headed almost instantly. Her hands reached down and tugged on her blue blouse as she stumbled, trying to straighten the fabric from twisting all around her.

Before she would end up on the floor, she forced herself toward the chair she used to be sitting in, but stepped in spilt vodka with her socked feet. It made her side step quickly, being shocked by the wet coldness of spilt drink, and Tonks accidentally kicked her mug and made it scattered somewhere in the room. She bumped into her chair instead of walking to it because of her mishap steps

[charlie_weasel]

"Fine," Charlie said in what he intended to be an annoyed manner, but what came out just sounding funny. He grinned as Tonks made it to her feet- she was unsteady and reminded him instantly of infant just learning to walk. He applauded and laughed raucously, "Wonderful! You're brilliant!"

But then- something when wrong- Charlie wasn't sure what- and Tonks ended up on the wrong part of the chair. But he didn't have time to wonder if she was okay; she pointed his attention toward the dark, wet spot on the floor. A spill. Oh.

"I didn't make you drop anything," Charlie protested, his eyes finding their way back to Tonks slowly. He then gripped the armrests again and pulled himself to his feet- where he swayed like a sailor without land-legs. "Ehh-"

He took a baby step towards Tonks. "I can do it too!" He said proudly.

[nymphadorauror]

“You did too! You pulled me into your chair and forced me to drop it… you did.. I remember.” Tonks said, as she watched Charlie attempt to stand on his feet. “Yeah, not easy? Looks like a piece of cake until you do it… right?”

She turned around and pressed her back against her chair, while placing her hands behind her to continue holding her chair, as she watched Charlie stumble. He was coming closer.

“So, I suppose dancing would be off the to-do list?” She teased. “We’ll have to come up with a different game to play. Possibly one where we aren’t standing.” She did not mean to make her words sound highly suggestive, she only meant that they couldn’t stay upright on their feet very well and shouldn’t continue to do it. How ever Charlie translated that would be his own fault.

[charlie_weasel]

"No, I didn't!" Charlie again denied his part in Tonks' loss of drink. But then smiled, using a nearby, and precariously perched, crate to steady himself. Charlie narrowed his eyes to the print on the box in an attempt to read whatever was there. "It's easy to walk...- I just need a breather."

Then Tonks decided to make- what Charlie interpreted as- a highly suggestive comment. Not that he was picking up on tones anymore, but nevertheless, he turned to look at the girl, his eyebrows raised. "What sort of game did you have in mind?" He laughed. "Quidditch?"

The words 'horizontal tango' (favourites of Tonks) had been on the tip of Charlie's tongue, but he managed to stop himself- if only just.

[nymphadorauror]

“Denying it won’t make it any less truer than it is, Charles… you…made me…spill…. waste liquor. You.” Why she was continuing to argue about him over spilt vodka was beyond her, but she didn’t really look to be arguing anyway as she chuckled and smirked. It would appear she enjoyed fighting about stupid shite with the git.

“Don’t strain yourself!” She burst out in retort to Charlie needing ‘a breather’. Hah.. The athlete, the Quiddich Master Seeker, was out of shape! “What kind? Nothing strenuous… obviously.”

Tonks decided to move away from her chair and go about offering assistance to the old man, but she could barely walk herself. She was better at it than Charlie was though, probably because she didn't drink her weight, and then some, in booze like Charlie had. When she reached him she put a hand on his arm.

“Got any ideas to pass the time? Or is it time for your nap?”

[charlie_weasel]

"I would never!" Charlie gave Tonks an offended look and acted as if wasting liquor was one of the 7 Deadly Sins, but then couldn't help himself, and laughed. The crate that was supporting him began to slide.

"Eh-" He pushed it back into place, then turned to face Tonks again. "I'm not straining myself! What I meant was the room was spinning and I needed moment to get it all ordered-" He grinned. "I can handle strenuous."

He watched as Tonks staggered towards him, and, upon reaching him, placed a hand on his arm. He raised an eyebrow and looked contemplative. "What to do?"

Charlie gazed tipsily about the room for ideas. "Mm." He pushed his rogue glasses back up. "Well. I have ideas." He grinned.

[nymphadorauror]

Instead of touching Charlie, now Tonks was gripping, for he wobbled as much as the room did within her perception and it was throwing her balance off the wall. Her hand squeezed around his arm as she leaned against him with an uneasy stumble.

“I seriously doubt that…. you are too lazy to ‘handle’ strenuous… and on top of it, for someone who drinks as much as you do…I know you don’t do much of anything, but sleep.” She giggled and then wobbled some, but decided not to let go of Charlie until she figured out what they were going to do. Well until Charlie mentioned ideas.

“Are you going to share your ideas then? What do you normally do when you are pissed? Are you pissed? I feel pretty messed up myself.”

[charlie_weasel]

"I don't sleep, actually," admitted Charlie, which was true- he would like to sleep, but was never really able to. He smiled down at Tonks, who was clinging to his arm.

"Well, I hope you don't expect me to divulge my secrets. The things I do whilst intoxicated are my business!" He hiccupped and grinned, before shaking his head- which, as before, was a bad idea. His head felt very light and even the slightest movement threw everything into chaos. "And yes. I am."

[nymphadorauror]

“Sure… sure, Charlie.. You are awake every moment of your life. Of course you are…” Tonks snickered with a slurrish tone, and then turned on her feet to face Charlie, while standing at his side. Her back was against the crate he was holding on to.

“Well, fine… I didn’t want to make your drinking my business anyway… Next time I’ll remember to bring a book or something with me when I come by, if I drink with you. Then I’ll have something to occupy my time with… since you don’t like to play.” Her head tilted as she grinned at Charlie, then Tonks dared to let go of his arm and instead use the crate behind her to balance. This made the box wobble, to which she took some of her weight off of it.

[charlie_weasel]

"Noo." Charlie shook his head- very lightly!-, but spoke in an exaggerated way. "I sleep- but hardly."

He looked at the crates that he and Tonks were leaning on for a moment, before giving the girl a long look. Giving her an amused smile, he said, "Oh rubbish! I like to play. Just watch-"

Then without second notice, he- gently- tackled Tonks to the ground, because, yes, it is possible to gently tackle someone. --The crates wobbled dangerously, but stood firm. "Pinned you."

[nymphadorauror]

Tonks would have argued further, for that was and would always be her favorite past time with Charlie, but the moment a witty comeback had dawned on her, she was finding herself being shoved down by a body- Charlie’s body. Her hands grabbed at him as she felt the room twist from her descent, but met the floor without a hurtful slam. Charlie’s hands had kept her from falling hard, or forcing her down swiftly. She shrieked and shrilled out in her fall, and once they both met the floor and Charlie was above her, she giggled loudly