Ron joined in the cheer when Charlie appeared in the pub. Charlie was getting married, as strange as that still sounded. Ron had his formal robes all ready and waiting for the ceremony at Hogwarts and he had even booked a haircut especially (although Molly Weasley's nagging had played a part in that).
He grinned at Charlie's slightly dazed expression. "This man needs a drink," he announced.
Charlie laughed as he clapped Ron on the back. "Will you be getting that ot will I have to put my hand in my ppocket?" he teased.
He squeezed onto the packed table and said "Thank you all for coming. I wasn't expecting all of you but the more the merrier really." He looked round and saw most of the tamers from the Wlesh reserve and all of the ones from the Romanian base and he tried to hide his amusement as he saw some of the other inhabitants looking slightly overwhelmed.
"Of course I'm bloody buying," Ron grumbled half-heartedly. He disappeared over to the bar while Charlie sat down and returned a moment later, placing a fruity-looking cocktail with an umbrella down in front of his brother.
Grinning, he asked, "What? Isn't that your usual?" before putting down a pint.
Charlie looked at it and then looked at Ron. He smiled sweetly and said "Only in here, it is. I have a reputation to maintain."
A round of shots of vodka appeared on the table in front of them and Charlie managed to slip one in Ron's pint. He felt an elbow in his ribs and John boy hissed in his ear "Never said that your brother swung that way."
Charlie whispered back. "Didn't know until recently. Go for it," he smirked.
Charlie made a face at him. "I prefer stud muffin but," he shrugged. "Up to you what you call me. Never had any complaints whatssoever."
There was laughter at this commnet. Desi made a smart alec comment of "Except for that Romanian girl a few years ago,. Her brothers nearly had your balls as a table decoration." Chalrie joined in the laughter and waved his hand "But she didn't complain, did she?"
Ron pulled a face. "I'm not calling you a stud muffin," he retorted. "Although what was it we used to call you when you were younger?"
He snorted. "Not that it matters. You're getting old now," he teased. "And soon you'll be an old married man." This was probably the best chance Ron would get to tease Charlie for a while. Although did planning to show baby pictures at the wedding reception count as teasing?
Someone said, "Well like we said, he's good with his hands." Hohn boy gave Ron a side long look.
"Maybe Lavender was doing you a favour. Her loss really." Charlie took an affectionate swipe at him and took another sip of his drink. This drink was going to go straight to his head if he wasn't careful.
There was a mumer of agreement followed by a clinking of glasses. There came a voice from down the table, which sounded like Rhys, said "Drink up Charlie boy. You'll be drinking a lot more before the night is out."
He gave a micheavious smile and said "And I hope you're wearing clean pants." Charlie suddenly looked wary.
Charlie raised an eyebrow at that line of logic and left it. “Oh she’ll love you for that.” Another drink was plonked down in front of him by Desi.
“Get that down your throat,” she said. Charlie nodded his thanks as she sat down on Ron’s lap. She propped her elbows on the table and asked “It is decidedly more tacky to have a stripper come out of a cake than it is to go to a strip joint, isn’t it?”
Ron glanced around in confusion when Desi decided to sit down on his lap. She couldn't exactly mistake him for a seat, could she? He decided to just leave her be seeing as she wasn't squashing his legs or anything.
When Desi looked to him to see if he would answer her question, Ron shrugged. "Er. I don't really know. Not my area of expertise."
"Ron," he supplied, and then added, "The good-looking one," even though he knew Charlie would take the piss out of him for saying it. He didn't bother to answer her other question, although he did spot John grinning.
There was a groan from the other end of the table and a couple of coins came rolling down the table, which Desi gleefully pocketed. "Drink up, boys!" she announced.