Post by Ink on Feb 14, 2012 19:08:00 GMT -8
Title: Of Blind Dates and Firewhiskey
Rating:PG-13
Word Count: 456
Warnings (if any): References to drinking, mild language
Summary: Rose's blind date goes horribly awry
In hindsight it was rather obvious that absolutely everything would go wrong. A blind date on Valentine’s Day just spelled disaster.
The first thing Rose noticed as her date sat down at the table (Herbert something?) was that he was a good ten years older than her. But she didn’t bail, because hell, it was Valentine’s Day and she wasn’t spending it on her own.
Besides, age didn’t matter with love. Right? Teddy’s dad was years older than his mum (she tried not to think about the fact that they were both dead because it was slightly morbid and not really a good omen).
The second thing she noticed was that there was a gold wedding band around his finger. She let it slide though, because hadn’t she seen a muggle movies a month or so ago where the man’s wife had died just recently? That was a possibility. Surely if he was actually married he would go to greater lengths to hide it she decided.
It wasn’t until half an hour in (his name was Herbert Wolfe and he liked fishing, marmalade and westerns) when his wife stormed up to the table and slapped Herbert, before turning to Rose and slapping her as well, that she admit to herself that as far as Valentine’s Days went this was a failure.
So she did the only thing she could do, paid the bill and went and got smashed.
Several hours and several shots later Rose was stumbling along to Al’s place (she was out of hangover potion and Al’s was always especially strong). When she arrived there she found the door locked and Lysander Scamander nursing a bottle of firewhiskey on the front steps.
“I truly hope your day was better than mine.” She said as she collapsed beside him.
“My girlfriend broke up with me.” Ah, Melissa Stone. As far as she could remember (and her brain was pretty fuzzy admittedly) they’d been dating for two years. Still, her story had some merit,
“My blind date’s wife slapped me.”
“Ah,” he said knowledgeably, handing her the bottle. By the time the last drop of alcohol had been consumed a nearby clock was chiming midnight and Al had yet to return from whatever Valentine’s Day festivity he was participating in.
“Happy Day After Valentines Day, Ly, hopefully it’ll be better than yesterday.”
“And hangover-less” he added.
“That to,” she replied and they sat in silence for a few moments before she climbed to her feet as quickly as she could, dragging his rather larger frame with her.
“You know what we need right now? Coffee. Coffee makes everything better.” And it did.
“Let’s go get coffee then, there’s a diner down the street,” and they did.
Rating:PG-13
Word Count: 456
Warnings (if any): References to drinking, mild language
Summary: Rose's blind date goes horribly awry
In hindsight it was rather obvious that absolutely everything would go wrong. A blind date on Valentine’s Day just spelled disaster.
The first thing Rose noticed as her date sat down at the table (Herbert something?) was that he was a good ten years older than her. But she didn’t bail, because hell, it was Valentine’s Day and she wasn’t spending it on her own.
Besides, age didn’t matter with love. Right? Teddy’s dad was years older than his mum (she tried not to think about the fact that they were both dead because it was slightly morbid and not really a good omen).
The second thing she noticed was that there was a gold wedding band around his finger. She let it slide though, because hadn’t she seen a muggle movies a month or so ago where the man’s wife had died just recently? That was a possibility. Surely if he was actually married he would go to greater lengths to hide it she decided.
It wasn’t until half an hour in (his name was Herbert Wolfe and he liked fishing, marmalade and westerns) when his wife stormed up to the table and slapped Herbert, before turning to Rose and slapping her as well, that she admit to herself that as far as Valentine’s Days went this was a failure.
So she did the only thing she could do, paid the bill and went and got smashed.
Several hours and several shots later Rose was stumbling along to Al’s place (she was out of hangover potion and Al’s was always especially strong). When she arrived there she found the door locked and Lysander Scamander nursing a bottle of firewhiskey on the front steps.
“I truly hope your day was better than mine.” She said as she collapsed beside him.
“My girlfriend broke up with me.” Ah, Melissa Stone. As far as she could remember (and her brain was pretty fuzzy admittedly) they’d been dating for two years. Still, her story had some merit,
“My blind date’s wife slapped me.”
“Ah,” he said knowledgeably, handing her the bottle. By the time the last drop of alcohol had been consumed a nearby clock was chiming midnight and Al had yet to return from whatever Valentine’s Day festivity he was participating in.
“Happy Day After Valentines Day, Ly, hopefully it’ll be better than yesterday.”
“And hangover-less” he added.
“That to,” she replied and they sat in silence for a few moments before she climbed to her feet as quickly as she could, dragging his rather larger frame with her.
“You know what we need right now? Coffee. Coffee makes everything better.” And it did.
“Let’s go get coffee then, there’s a diner down the street,” and they did.