One Big Fling
George Weasley looked around the bar, examining the others sitting there, as he sipped his firewhiskey. His usually mischievous eyes dim as he observed his fellow drinkers.
An older man sat at the bar drinking just beer, a little girl stood beside her mother, who drank nothing more than Coke, a young woman sat in the corner drinking some kind of mixed drink, and the bartender stood, talking to the woman with a child, drinking some kind of tequila. The young woman stirred her mixed drink absently, not seeming to have any intention of actually drinking it.
George pulled his dark green cloak around himself, trying to keep the chill out as the young woman stood and began to walk out of the bar. George paid his bill and followed, knowing that he had an early morning ahead of him.
As he stepped out of the bar, he noticed that the young woman was still here and looking at him intently. "Can I help you?" he asked.
"No, but I firmly believe that I can help you…What's your name?" the woman said, a mischievous look catching in her eyes.
George peered at her, wondering who she was. She intrigued him beyond belief. For the first time in his life, he believed that he had found someone who was not his twin that was as mischievous as he was. The young woman just kind of waved a hand and said, "Nah, forget it. You're probably, like, married or something," and began to walk away.
George grabbed her arm and said, "George…My name's George Weasley. Please, come and talk with me. I've got an apartment not far from here. We could start up the fire and sit and talk for a bit… I'm not married. Honest." George held up his hands to emphasize the "honest" part and looked back into her eyes.
"Okay, sure. We can do that. It'll be fun." The twinkle in her eyes came back and he was sure that his eyes had regained some of their normal glint.
"What's your name?" he asked conversationally. George began to walk in the direction of his apartment and she fell in step beside him. The walk was fairly short, probably no more than five minutes, and the apartment building looked welcoming as the young woman gazed upon it.
"You can call me Jane…although, to be completely fair, it's not my actual name," She finally replied, her eyes still twinkling. He walked up the steps, a key in his hand, appearing almost as if out of nowhere. George opened the door carefully. He held it for Jane before actually stepping through himself and pulled the door shut behind him.