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Who: George Weasley and Marcus Flint
When: Friday night - Between midnight and four a.m.
Where: Marcus' House
Rating: Maybe R
Summary: After a short night at the club Drunk!George decides to pay the Grumpy Falcon a visit.
Status: Complete.

George was not drunk. Nope. Not a bit. Definitely not.

Okay, maybe a little.

He was having a great time at the club, dancing away and getting a few admirers. George knew he could move, a talent both he and his Twin shared, however no one he danced with seemed to keep his attention long. Probably because his mind was elsewhere... in Manchester. A little smile must have crossed his face because the girl he was dancing with thought that was an invitation to start nuzzling his neck. Immediately George pulled away and the girl pouted, not that really affected George. Cute looks tended to fall flat on him unless you were a kitten or a puppy.

He weaved his way through the crowd and nodded to a security guard before going upstairs to the VIP rooms. He went to his favourite one, the one with the red door - fumbling with his wand a bit to unward it. Entering the room, George flopped on the black sofa and summoned a bottle of Jack Daniels - which he proceeded to drink straight from the bottle. After the amber liquid burnt down his throat, he let out a little whine.

"Damn training, early match," he rambled in a somewhat nonsense manner. He wasn't planning to go bother Grumpy before the last match before mid-season break but he wanted to. People at the club were so blah.

With the bottle of Jack in hand, George stood and apparated directly into the Chaser's room. At least he thought it was Grumpy's room. "Ow!" On further inspection and a bump to the knee on some foreign object proved that he was not in the bedroom but rather the bathroom.

George froze when he heard shuffling from the next room and a low growl. Sounded like he woke someone up and they didn't sound too happy. He opened the door a little and spotted Mac - the Great Dane looking back with narrowed yet curious eyes. "Easy boy, just me." George reassured in a whisper, putting his hand out so the pup could get his scent in the dark. Mac sniffed and snorted, probably smelling the smoke smell from the club. The pup then went to sniff the bottle of Jack Daniels causing George to pull it away quickly and say in a much louder whipser, his words sounding a little slurred from the alcohol. "No, no, no... not for pups. Grumpy and Twinks only. Yeah?"