Welcome back from the dead! Let's get drunk! ((Fred and Ginny))

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Alright. So, Fred was back from the dead. Reunions had taken place, meals had been eaten. And--proving absolutely that he was indeed still Fred-- words had been exchanged. Words that offended Ginny's honour. Not only as a Weasley and a Harpie (they were known for holding their liquor!), but also as a red-blooded Wizarding Woman

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"Could he find his way to the Leaky Cauldron?" Hah! "Could he find his way!" Fred had been frequenting the Cauldron since before Ginny was BORN!

Okay, not quite, but basically. Not that Molly was ever to know, but Fred and George had done a liberal amount of experimenting when it came to booze from a young age -- the better to understand the consequences! And how to mix liquor! You know, for science. Totally legit.

And now Ginny thought she could out-drink him? Hah! They'd see about that. (Although, privately, Fred was pretty sure she could. Ginny was amazingly fierce, and he was a wee bit out of practice.)

But, on the other hand, she was a mum now, while he was a wild, swinging free gay man. Logic said he'd be the better partier. And when had logic ever failed him? In fact, logic seemed to work in his favor most of the time: see the resurrection business, if you've any doubts

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Ginny saw Fred coming up the sidewalk, and quickly smothered the familial impulse to greet him with anything remotely resembling affection. Yes, he was her brother. Yes, she lovedliked him just fine. But right now, he was an opponent. An almost worthy competitor. And one simply did not greet an almost worthy competitor with a hug!

She returned Fred's nod with one of her own, jaw set firmly into a look of practiced nonchalance. Walking into the Leaky Cauldron, she took a moment to glance around. This? This was her turf. And it had been for quite some time. Unknown to her parents and older brothers (though she suspected Harry might have told Ron, at some point), the baby of the Weasley family hadn't been above age-charms, in her youth. And she was very, very good at charms.

Feeling confident on home territory, she turned to Fred, addressing him verbally for the first time that evening.

"Booth or table? Which would you rather fall, defeated and ashamed, from?"

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Look how cute she was being! All stern and determined. It was adorable. That wasn't the way to win drinking contests, though. She was too sure, too proud. Fred was so definitely going to win! Mwahaha!

Fred smiled, although the expression didn't seem to quite meet his eyes. He glanced around the pub, enjoying how little the place had changed. "Booth. Easier for you to stretch out on the bench when you pass out and as I ready the floo."

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What was that -- a smile? He wasn't taking this seriously enough. Which was just characteristic! Fred was good for many things. Pranks, a shoulder to lean on, and (the thought made her feel all warm and happy on the inside, a feeling which she had to mentally quell) apparently coming back from the dead! But a contest? Something that one couldn't win with a smile and a well-placed dungbomb? Forget it.

Raising an eyebrow, Ginny nodded. "We'll see about that."

She took a seat, motioning the waiter over. "We'll take a bottle of firewhiskey, to start." She paused, looking over at Fred in concern. "Unless you'd like some juice to cut yours with?"

She turned towards the waitress and in a confiding tone said, "He can't hold his liquor, you see. Gives him a tummy-ache."

I agree~~~

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Oh, well now Ginny felt bad. Not horribly bad, mind you. But, yes, there was a slight twinge of guilt.

"No, no," she said, waving an arm out to help embellish her point and knocking over an empty glass in the process. The alcohol was, perhaps, started to set in. "Being married isn't always great! Like -- like last week? I got puked on two times! Plus I asked Harry for a three-cheese omelet one morning and there were only two kinds of cheese! Nothing's perfect!"

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Fred snickered. "Oh, crap. Two kinds of cheese! What was he thinking??" He shook his head dramatically, grimacing at Harry's utter stupidity.

"Uh. I've got nothing." Not exactly true, but he wasn't quite drunk enough to blurt out truths about the cowboy yet. Sorry, Ginny!

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"Well, he did make it up to me. With--"

Not quite gone enough to say post-breakfast-sex. So:

"With..." She paused, taking a drink. "Things." There we go!

Ginny, wonderful sister that she was, nodded and considered Fred's predicament. "We should find you a date, while you're out here."

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Fred stared at Ginny. "I don't want to know about your things with Harry. Ever. Especially not that you... have things regarding OMELETS."

Fred snorted. "First... Rose? I think it was Rose. She's not one of yours. First Rose tries to hook me up, now you! Go for it, sistermine." He raised his glass in a toast.