Mobile Call: George to Wood

[glowing_forgie]

*lights a fag hastily and paces waiting for Oliver to answer*

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[woodatdawn]

Aren't you supposed to be wooing some brunette?

[glowing_forgie]

I'm sort of into blondes right now.

[woodatdawn]

Good. Lisa is finally safe from your advances.

So why aren't you out wooing some blonde right now?

[glowing_forgie]

She has a date.

[woodatdawn]

Who has a date?

[glowing_forgie]

None of your business has a date, thank you very much.

What are you doing for Lisa today? *sarcastically* I'm sure your cock's falling off already from making loooooove all day. Did she take off work?

[woodatdawn]

Well, aren' we the quintessential sad sorry fuck on Valentine's Day?

*laughs*

Actually, I've ignored Lisa all day so she'll think I forgot.

[glowing_forgie]

I was wrong. Your cock is going to fall off because she hexed it.

[woodatdawn]

Not even. I have quite a bit planned. She didna say it, but I had a feelin' Valentine's Day meant a lot tae her and I'm no goin' tae let her down.

Now, why are yer knickers in a twist?

[glowing_forgie]

No- *sighs* I sent La- someone . . . Lavender Brown. I sent Lavender Brown some flowers and a gift certificate for Valentine's day, but she has a date and assumed the gift was from him.

*sighs again* Don't tease me I'm not in the mood.

[woodatdawn]

She's Harry's year, right? *sighs a bit, murmuring to Jack as he does* I assume ye sent it anonymous then? Why don' ye jus' tell her it's you, Georgie? This bloke isn't serious, is he?

[glowing_forgie]

Nah. It was dumb. I just thought she'd be free. It's probably for the best anyway, she was trying to set me up with a friend of hers a while back. I really don't think she fancies me at all.

[woodatdawn]

I'm sorry, Georgie.

*pauses*

Ye want tae come over? I-

[glowing_forgie]

Because Lisa would love that. *laughs sardonically*

No. Go woo her in Paris. Germain got you a table without any problems, I hope?

[woodatdawn]

Aye. I appreciate tha' . . .

*laughs a bit* For all these claddagh and Parisian connections, ye still couldn't sign yer name to a card?

Ye should tell her, ye ken?

[glowing_forgie]

Pfft. *snorts and laughs* No. It's easier to help my poor sap of a friend woo his lady love than doing it myself. Don't tell Lisa I helped. It makes 'ye seem more romantic, ye ken?'

*laughs at his poor accent* You're a mate, ye big, bloody Scot.