Order Only: Private message to Ron and Pansy

[alt_sally_anne]

So if there's one thing Blaise has right, it's that drinking sounds like a really goddamn excellent idea. Once I'm out of triage, anyway, which might not be for hours yet. (I'm working. Not injured. Just to be clear.)

Should we meet at Pansy's London house? If London's secure? Secure-ish?

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[alt_sally_anne]

I'll bring hangover potions for tomorrow. One of you can find something to drink for tonight.

[alt_pansy]

on it.

[alt_ron]

So. What are the rules for this? Are we NOT talking about anything that's happened? Or are we saying every damn thing that did happen and DARING it to haunt us forever? Staring it all down, I mean.

I don't care, either way, but I think we'd better make a rule about it before we get too pissed.


Here's my rule: we can use any filthy language we want. Even words we don't properly know what they mean.

[alt_sally_anne]

I think I want to say every damn thing that did happen while using the filthiest language I can think of.

[alt_pansy]

Can we make up new words?

I propose titsed. It's when you're so pissed, you can't think of anything else except tits, even when the world is burning down around your ears.

[alt_pansy]

And yeah. I'd rather stare it all down. What the hell. We survived.

What's the worst we've got to fear?

Oooh, I just broke a nail, and the baby vommed on my favourite shirt.

Let's stare into the void and laugh, because everything else after this is going to be boring enough as it is.

[alt_sally_anne]

I think maybe after this boring will be good.

At least I think it'll take a while before I'll be sick of it.

[alt_sally_anne]

Though if it turns out I don't like boring, I'll see about getting trained as an emergency specialist for St Mungo's. That should be exciting enough to get by.

[alt_pansy]

I've a feeling George will keep me on my toes.

He's been talking about taking up hang-gliding.

Speaking of, I still very much like the idea of having you lot close by.

[alt_sally_anne]

It won't be the same without Justin.

[alt_ron]

No. It won't.

[alt_pansy]

no.

It won't.

[alt_pansy]

Hah! Jinx!

Another word you can't say while titsed.

[alt_ron]

I'm not nearly titsed yet, though. And that's just wrong.

Pip! pip! And tip the cup!

[alt_pansy]

Fuck yeah.

[alt_sally_anne]

That's approximately 4/5ths as pissed as I would like to get. Or maybe 2/3rds.

[alt_ron]

Absolutely. Titsed is in the lexicon. I declare it.

[alt_sally_anne]

Paradoxically, by the time you're titsed, you can no longer actually say the word 'titsed.' I'm pretty sure. Possibly this requires testing.

[alt_ron]

I expect you also can't say the word paradoxically.

[alt_sally_anne]

We can test that, too.