A night out~ RP with they_need_us
Fred sneezed, rocking on his feet as he waited in Piccadilly. Oliver had called him earlier in the day, luckily just after Fred had spent the morning poking at his little green cell phone with his wand, making sure it would work just as well on this side of the pond. Still unsure where to go, though, Fred had insisted Ollie choose a place. So now it just remained to be seen where the Yank would take Fred -- and where, Fred was SURE, he would win at darts.
And maybe get laid?
But definitely win at darts.
And maybe get laid?
But definitely win at darts.