7 Mischiefs Managed - [video]

[onlyholey]

[Hello City! It's everyone's favourite ginger Brit (well, one of several) all up in your device.]

Alright, City? Some of you may be informed of a particular joke shop that a certain pair of wizards will be bringing your way shortly. Seeing as I'm in the neighbourhood, I thought I would treat you all with a little sneak preview.

[The camera adjusts to the light, and George can be seen standing in a darkish room. Despite the darkness, the whole decor can be seen as extremely orange and purple, with a few good shocks of magenta and lime green thrown in here and there. He turns the camera around to reveal the front counter, already loaded up with merchandise.]

Anything more than that and I'm afraid you'll have to show up for the grand opening. Hope to see you all there!

[ooc: Better watch yourselves, City. Weasley's Wizard Wheezes is almost upon you. George will be in the shop tonight taking stock/setting up. Friends and family are welcome to assume that he roped them into helping and action tag. Random visitors are also always good. :-D]

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oh yay ;;

[boutant]

[ Her head tilts slightly, hands slipping under his open shirt again. ]

Your brother's going to kill us if he finds out.

[ Judging by the way she's shifting in his lap, she doesn't seem to mind. ]

[onlyholey]

[Yeah, Ariadne really shouldn't keep moving like that if she wants him to be paying attention. Not when all the blood starting to flow in a certain direction... he makes some slight non-committal noise as his hands move up to undo her bra.]

Hope he doesn't, then.

[boutant]

[ She doesn't particularly care if he's paying attention to what she's saying at the moment, running her hands up his sides. Once he's gotten her bra dealt with, she's going to push his shirt the rest of the way off. ]

That'd be nice.

[onlyholey]

[He makes some more noises deep in his throat rather than responding. There is topless lady in his lap. SO not the time to be talking. Instead he pulls them both down onto the couch cushions, hands on each side of her face as he kisses her soundly.]

[boutant]

[ Ariadne rather liked her position on his lap, but it would cause problems if they aren't interrupted this time. She submits to the new arrangement and kisses back, keeping herself from hitching a leg around him only because she's wearing boots and a heavy heel to the back of the leg hurts like hell. ]

some time later...

[onlyholey]

[This is nice. He's feeling pleasantly warm and sleepy, with a less-than-dressed and highly attractive girl cuddled up next to him. Is he wasn't started to get cramped, he might stay here forever. As is... well, this couch is a bit short, is all. He starts squirming a little.]

[boutant]

[ There's a quiet noise of protest from the person sharing the couch, accompanied by a squirm of her own. She was comfortable up until he started moving, though she can't say she blames him. Being short has its advantages sometimes. ]

[onlyholey]

Sorry.

[He tries to get into a position where his lower back isn't starting to freeze up, tightening the arm around her shoulders as he does.]

Not that I'm complaining, but it's a wee bit cramped on here.

[boutant]

Mmm, 'sokay.

[ Even his fidgeting isn't quite yet enough to get her to want to move a great deal. She's content where she is, though logically she knows they have to move at some point. ]

I told you that you should shrink.

[onlyholey]

I'll try to pay better attention next time.

[boutant]

Merci. [ Back to being a brat already. ]

[onlyholey]

[And just when he was getting comfy. That earns her a little playful bite under her jawline.]

[boutant]

[ She laughs, nipping back, but decides to stop torturing him with French for at least a little bit. ]

Well, I'm comfortable.

[onlyholey]

[George laughs, pressing a kiss over his bite and settles back into the cushions, eye dropping closed.]

I suppose I can stand to stay here for a while longer.

[boutant]

[ If she weren't currently in this position, it's entirely possible that she wouldn't think it were comfortable at all. Instead, she moves a hand to slide through his hair, amusing herself by trying to get it to spike. ]

Just let me know.

[onlyholey]

[She's more than welcome to play with his hair. It is rather magnificent. He'll just be here dozing off...]

[boutant]

[ As tempting as it is to join them, she's once again aware of the fact that they're in the break room of his shop. She's also aware that one doesn't even need to head into the break room to realize what they've been up to, as the bottle of firewhiskey and half of their clothes are out front.

Actually, a little more of that firewhiskey doesn't sound like such a bad idea, so she slips off of him. ] I'm borrowing your shirt for a second.

[onlyholey]

[The loss of warm, naked girl is enough to rouse him from his semi-conscious state. He leans up on his arms as he watches her re-dress.]

You're welcome to it. Looks better on you.

[boutant]

Looks best on the floor.

[ There's a grin, and then she ducks back out to the front to grab the drinks. ]

[onlyholey]

[Oi! is that a jab about his fashion sense? Florals are always brilliant... oh, right innuendo. Got it. Since clothes are happening again, he reaches for where his trousers were kicked to and slips them back on, not bothering with socks yet.]

[boutant]

[ She only has so many hand and the alcohol is obviously the most important, so instead of grabbing the rest of their clothes, she just takes the firewhiskey and the glasses before heading back. Too bad about the addition of pants, though. ] I was thirsty.

[onlyholey]

[Yeah, because straight liquor is a great cure for that. Not he's that dumb to point that out. He just curls up his legs to make room for her on the sofa.]

[boutant]

[ Figure of speech, George. She settles down, taking a sip and ignoring the burn this time.

Huh. How'd her panties end up over there? ]

[onlyholey]

[George follows the line of her eyes and smirks. Things did then... enthusiastic.]

You may want to get those down. Before you forget.

[boutant]

If I forget, I think you deserve them, to be honest.

[ She's getting up again, though, rolling the sleeves on his shirt up. ]