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rpg_palace[Backdated- takes place the night of Boys Night Out.]
Harry fumbled a little for the door handle, the drunkenness of earlier having died down into a pleasant buzz. He opened the door and headed inside, kicking his first shoe off harder than he intended, wincing as it hit the wall with a loud THUMP. "Fuck!" Harry growled, also too loud, wincing again, and looking abashed as a blinking Willow glared at him from the couch where she'd been waiting up for him to get home. "Sorry Princess... didn't mean to be so loud," he muttered, picking her up, only to have her wrinkle her face up and wriggle out of his arms at the smell of alcohol on his breath.
Orlando sat up in bed at the thump, blinking. "Harry?" he called out sleepily. "You pissed?"
Harry fumbled a little for the door handle, the drunkenness of earlier having died down into a pleasant buzz. He opened the door and headed inside, kicking his first shoe off harder than he intended, wincing as it hit the wall with a loud THUMP. "Fuck!" Harry growled, also too loud, wincing again, and looking abashed as a blinking Willow glared at him from the couch where she'd been waiting up for him to get home. "Sorry Princess... didn't mean to be so loud," he muttered, picking her up, only to have her wrinkle her face up and wriggle out of his arms at the smell of alcohol on his breath.
Orlando sat up in bed at the thump, blinking. "Harry?" he called out sleepily. "You pissed?"
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Date: 2005-06-24 04:19 pm (UTC)And the "Oh, didn't I mention that bit?" That's SO Harry, and one of the reasons why I love him; he makes me laugh, like, all the time. Well, almost all the time, but you know what I mean. :D
And Harry's right, tomatoes are yucky. [shudder] I'm really kind of hoping, though, that some day Orlando'll talk Harry into going skydiving with him, or bungy-jumping or something cool like that. Now that'll be a scene worth reading. [hysterical giggling]
Angie