Private message to Bill Weasley

[alt_rachel]

Weasley, are you around? You've probably gone home, this time of night. Are you checking your journal?

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[alt_bill]

I am, yes. Are you still at the office? What's on your mind?

Merlin, Mulciber's not pulling some all-hands-on-deck shite again, is he? Does he want me to come back in or something? He hasn't messaged me.

[alt_rachel]

No! Oh, Merlin. No. I'm actually just about to leave.

[alt_rachel]

I was just wondering if you'd like to meet for a drink, maybe, over at my flat. It's been a long day.

[alt_bill]

Every day's been a long day around here, lately.

Not to discuss expense reports, I take it?

[alt_bill]

There won't be veritaserum in the drinks, I trust. It makes me break out in purple hives. Not my best look.

[alt_rachel]

If you don't trust me not to put veritaserum into your drink, you could bring your own firewhiskey.

Or I'll mix us both drinks and let you pick which one you prefer so if there's any veritaserum on the table, the odds are 50-50 that I'll be the one telling secrets.

[alt_bill]

As a matter of fact, I do have a bottle of a very rare label put by. Guess this is as good a reason as any to pull it out.

[alt_rachel]

Serves you right for not trusting me, having to share your rare label. Bring it, then.

[alt_rachel]

Besides, dosing you with veritaserum would ALSO BE WORK.

[alt_rachel]

I have a very clear rule for myself that I do not bring work back to my flat.

I might stay at the office until after midnight, but no expense reports will ever cross my doorstep.

[alt_bill]

Good thing, because any expense report I should happen to see tonight may get ripped to itty bitty tiny shreds. Just on the general principle that it's a Friday night and I don't want to think about the bloody things.

Coming by for a drink with no threat of expense reports or veritaserum sounds like a good plan. I do need your address, though.

[alt_rachel]

33 Tottenham Lane, Crouch End. Second floor flat.

See you soon.

[alt_bill]

On my way.