Starry Night {George Weasley}

Lotus

Ambrosia Lewis was not a people person. She was not spunky, bubbly, or perky. But, when she was interviewing for her current job as a bartender at Lotus, a popular nightclub in London, she found herself listing off those exact personality traits to the manager interviewing her who seemed to be eager to believe whatever she would tell him.

However, over her six months of working there, she seemed to become quite the actress as she pretended to be the perkiest, bubbliest, people person in all of England because that is what got her the most tips. That and the push-up bra underneath her black tank top. She would wear whatever she had to if it meant being able to pay the rent for her art space a couple of blocks away.

But, on this particular Saturday night in the middle of May, she felt herself growing increasingly irritated quicker than normal. Typically on Saturdays, they had at least three bartenders behind the bar the whole night, but one of them had called in sick so it was down to Ambrosia and her coworker Grace to serve the large crowd stuffed into the sweaty nightclub.

Due to the nature of their job, the bartenders were allowed to indulge in a shot or two especially when it would get a customer to buy another round. Grace seemed to be excelling in that technique tonight, especially with a particular group of guys stationed at the end of the bar. She makes her way over to Ambrosia at the other end of the bar after doing her third shot of tequila with the group, her eyes wide with the aftershock of the alcohol burning down her throat and she shakes her head out to clear the fog.

"Do not let me take any more shots with them, Rosi," she places her hand on her co worker's shoulder as she makes a drink for an impatient blonde standing in front of the bar, "or else you'll be the only one working the bar for the rest of the night.'

"Hey, you had the power to say no to the first three you have the power to say no to another," Rosi informs her, handing the blonde her drink and taking her card to start her tab.

Grace followers her over to the register, ignoring the thirsty and drunk party-goers waving their hands eagerly to get their attention, "And turn down free alcohol?" Grace scoffs, "You obviously don't know me as well as I thought you did."

Rosi just shakes her head at Grace who falls silent but only for a moment before she places her hand on Rosi's arm and squeezes tightly, "Okay, I definitely need to be cut off, I'm seeing double."

Rosi snorts, looking over at her friend, "What are you talking about?" Grace doesn't answer with much other than a gesture to the other side of the bar, but once Rosi looks over her shoulder it isn't hard to miss exactly what she's talking about.

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George Weasley wasn't sure why he was being dragged into muggle London on a Saturday night in May by his twin brother Fred and their best mate Lee. George didn't know why the pubs and clubs that they frequented in the wizarding world weren't enough for his twin and their friend, but he had been outvoted by the two of them and then had promptly been deemed the designated sober one.

Ever since the war that plagued their world, things had never quite been the same. Harry had defeated Voldemort for good, but after the many battles that occurred, it left a lot of rebuilding to be done and a lot of healing, physically and mentally.

George had seen the most change in Fred, maybe that was just because he was around him the most, but regardless he knew that his near-death experience in the battle of Hogwarts had left him with a new zest for life as if he didn't have one before.

They went out every weekend, even changed the hours of the shop so that it was closed on Sundays. This made it acceptable for them to get absolutely obliterated every Saturday night.