RP: Is it Friday yet?
Date: 21 September 2001
Characters: Ron, Rita, Ginny
Status: Public
Summary: Ron's had a bad week and it's not over yet.
Completion: Complete
( I don't have a drinking problem. I drink. I get drunk. I fall down, no problem. )
Characters: Ron, Rita, Ginny
Status: Public
Summary: Ron's had a bad week and it's not over yet.
Completion: Complete
( I don't have a drinking problem. I drink. I get drunk. I fall down, no problem. )
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"And a bottle of Firewhiskey, Tom."
Rita Skeeter's ears pricked, and she looked up from the notedpad she was scribbling ideas in.
She recognised him instantly. If it hadn't been the red hair and the vague familiarity, it would have been the Chudley Canons uniform. After all, she knew damn well there was only one red-headed player on that team.
She smirked, screwed the cap back onto the muggle fountain pen she'd been writing with, and ordered another margarita.
"Drowning your sorrows, Mr Weasley?" she asked, twirling the pen in her fingers.
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His fingers held the glass dangerously tight as he poured the whiskey down his throat.
"Bitch," he spat as he turned around to see Rita smirking at him. "Don't fucking talk to me."
Obviously sensing trouble, Tom walked over and pretended to be busy cleaning the top of the bar.
"S'kay, Tom. She's not worth it," Ron said, sneering at her, before turning back around for another shot of the Firewhiskey.
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She watched him down another shot, lifted her margarita to her lips and sipped, then laughed.
"No use blaming me for you not being able to keep your cock in your pants."
Rita remembered this one from the Triwizard championship. The most unspectacular of the three, in her opinion. No brains like the Granger girl, no ability like Potter, just a chip on his shoulder about something.
It looked like Longbottom had left him. Well, good.
"I don't suppose you'd like me to print some sort of impassioned plea for your lovers return, would you?" And she laughed again.
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"What did you say, you fat cow?"
He reached her table and glared down at her. "Leave Neville out of this! If you print one word about him, I'll make you wish you'd never been born!" Ron leaned down, making sure not to lose eye contact. "I learned a lot of skills in the war. And -"
"Oi, Weasley," Tom shouted. "Your fish pie."
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"Daft cow missed the point entirely," he grumbled as he stuck his fork into his dinner. 'And who did she think she was to tell him why Neville left him?
Ron was sure that if he had had the opportunity to tell Neville himself, after he found out the baby wasn't his, then things would've went differently. Neville would never have left and instead of sitting here, alone, he'd be at home, their home, eating dinner with Neville and talking about their day.
He heard another female voice, but instead of the nausea that Rita's voice had brought, this one made Ron feel safe in the way only his family could.
"Ginny!" Ron said, looking up to see his sister smiling at him.
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He patted the stool next to him, hoping she'd stay for awhile. Tom brought her pint, looking relieved that Rita and Ron's confrontation hadn't escalated or it could be because Ron had someone else to talk to and he wouldn't have to listen to Ron's problems for the third night in a row.
"Skeeter was here. Bitch. Did you - did you see the article?" Ron asked his voice escalating along with a fresh surge of rage. "It was all lies. Well, most of it anyway. She didn't even bother researching if that slag was telling the truth!"
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