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[clumsy_auror]

"Bernard, it'll be fine. I Apparated Crowley home from Iraq that one time, didn't I?"

Nymphadora raises an eyebrow at her husband, expectant.

Down at the alley's opening, the traffic of Charing Cross Road whizzes merrily by, and the sidewalks are filled with people out soaking up the bright afternoon sunshine.

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Who is idly sucking on a lime rind, and squinting down at the napkin.

"Don't mind me. I haven't got a bloody clue what you're on about -- I dunno why we can't just put a timing spell on it, but that's jus' me."

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His eyes narrow as he scribbles. "Because they could get fucked up from stray hexes. Said so yourself."

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A slight pause.

"Oh."

Then she shrugs, and pours more two more shots.

"Well then, I'm sure... whatever you're doing over there is just brilliant."

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"'Course it is." He lifts his head and flashes her a brilliant grin. "It's me." He takes his shot glass, clinks it against hers, and shoots. "Yum."

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The witch knocks her own shot back, and then props her chin up on his shoulder, watching his nearly-illegible scrawl fly from the pen. Her arm slips around his waist.

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Bernard's only reply is to lean his head against hers as he writes, the design and formulae flying onto the paper almost faster than he can think them.

[clumsy_auror]

...Yeah, even though she wishes he'd just take the night off, watching him like this is pretty damn hot.

Nymphadora tilts her head and presses a soft kiss to his temple. One of her hands wanders over to his thigh.

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An unconscious flush rises to Bernard's cheeks. He's still scribbling so intently that he doesn't even notice the way he leans into her touch.

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An inward sigh.

"Love?" 'Dora murmurs against his skin, and moves her hand still higher up his leg, squeezing gently.

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Bernard's hand tightens around the pen, his knuckles going white, and he pauses, his eyes flickering to glance at her, heavy-lidded. "Mmm?"

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"I am drunk," a soft kiss against his cheek, "and I am pliable," another on the ridge of his jaw, "and you are sittin' here doing work." A third to the hollow just below his ear.

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Bernard's eyes slip closed. He drops the pen entirely.

"Jus' tryin' to win the war for you, baby."

The bartender glances at them and rolls his eyes good-naturedly, moving to the other end of the bar.

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"And I love you for it." She fiddles with the top button on his shirt, and it slips out of its hole. "'S part of the reason I wanna take you back to our room and shag you blind."

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And Bernard is suddenly a flurry of activity, gathering up his napkins, even the discarded ones, and shoving them in his pocket.

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'Dora snickers and picks up the tequila, getting the bartender's attention and holding the bottle up questioningly, her grin sly. He laughs and waves her on, and she leaves a healthy tip.

Then she turns her attention back to her husband.

"So."

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Has he got everything? He thinks he has everything. Yes.

Bernard stands and holds out a hand. "Well?"

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She puts her hand in his, and stands too -- but not before taking a healthy swig of tequila.

"This's so weird," she says, as they leave the bar. "I haven' been drunk in, like. A year."

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"I know," Bernard replies, walking a little fast, pulling her along. "Las' time was, like... Indy's cocktail party."

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A squeak. "Hee! Oh blimey, I nearly forgot about that night. Ripped my dress, you sly dog." Giggling, 'Dora leans in and kisses his cheek as they trip down the path.

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Bernard is Shocked! "How could you forget that?! It was fantastic!"

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"Nearly! I said nearly! Yes, it was rather good, wasn't it? Hmmm."

She gets a faraway look in her eyes, and slows down.

FOCUS, TONKS. FOCUS.

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Bernard slows, too, and snaps his fingers in front of her face. "Hey. No need to daydream, I'm right here, you know."

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'Dora jumps. "Right! Right. Onwards an' upwards. Yes."

They continue along the path towards their cabana, and soon they reach the door.

As Bernard fumbles for the key, "Do we hafta check for snakes again? Please tell me no." She perks up. "I could just Banish them!"

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Distractedly, "So Banish them. I'll call you St. Patrick for the rest of the night." He manages to get the door open, finally, and they stumble inside. "But do it quick, because I'm not interested in standing around."

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Tonks draws herself up to her full height, and casts the Banishing Charm quite impressively.

After a moment, one very irate juvenile garter snake flies out from under the bureau, and out the window into the night.

"...Well! I'm glad I sorted that."