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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[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. ]

[onlyholey]

Cheers, love. Although I don't think they're exactly my size.

[boutant]

No, but I'd be entertained.

[ Dear god why did you have to throw them on something tall. ]

[onlyholey]

[He's not sure either, but it's leaving him with a lovely view.]

[boutant]

[ Enjoy it while it lasts, because she's getting them eventually and slipping them back on. ]

[onlyholey]

[Too bad. Although he's already put his trousers back on, so he can't complain. Instead he gets her around her waist so that she tumbles back into his lap, giving her a good, solid kiss.]

[boutant]

[ Oh hello. She's really beginning to appreciate his lap, but there's definitely something to be said for his mouth. God, but he's a good kisser. ]

[onlyholey]

[He's had plenty of practice. brb, back to kissing. They may have to leave at some point, but he's not really too interested in that right now.]

[boutant]

[ Her hands are finding their way back into his hair, running through it (and continuing to attempt to spike it) as she kisses back. She's completely ignoring the fact that they'll have to leave eventually in favor of focusing on him (because leaving means walking back into the townhouse with messed up hair, smelling like sex and firewhiskey, and more importantly, leaving means going back to where Dominick Cobb sits and waits to see if she's real and replays visions of her shooting his wife in the chest). ]

[onlyholey]

[It doesn't take much effort. His hair's short enough that it'll basically spike on its own. He holds her, kissing lazily for a few moments before he pulls back.]

I better get going soon.

[boutant]

[ Ariadne stifles her sigh. She can't hide out here forever, and she knows that, but that doesn't mean she has to be happy about it. ]

You'll need your shirt back, then.

[onlyholey]

We could swap, but I have a feeling your might not fit me.

[He's skinny, but he's not THAT skinny...]

[boutant]

[ There's a slight laugh, and she goes to slip out of his shirt. ]

I'm not sure it's quite your style anyway.

[onlyholey]

I'm sure I could pull off a neckerchief if I tried.

[This is a man who wears floral shirts and waistcoats with a checkered coat. He can pull of anything.]

[boutant]

It's not the neckerchief I'm thinking about.

[ Baggy shirts under a red cardigan might just look ridiculous on you, George. Here, have your shirt back while she grabs her bra. ]

[onlyholey]

[You may have a point there, yes. George buttons his shirt back up, not bothering to tuck it in, and starts hunting for his socks. He's really hoping most of the household will be asleep when he gets home and he can sneak right into the shower. Although he wouldn't put it past Fred to be waiting up for him...]

[boutant]

[ Once her bra is back on, it's her turn for pants, which are pulled on without a lot of ceremony. Of course, her shirt is still out front, but her socks were lucky enough to stay with her boots, so Ariadne flops onto the ground to pull them on. ]

[onlyholey]

[He manages to find the rest of his clothes without too much trouble. He holds the door for Ariadne as they exit the back room.]

Did you need me to walk you home?

[It's seems the gentlemanly thing to say...]