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Who: George, UK!George, and Wrath
When: Saturday
Where: Out and about
What: Meet the British me!

George announced himself by banging on his counterpart's hotel room door and yelling, "Are you in there having sex? Stop it!"

"Oh my God, stop it right now," the Limey said, answering the door with a scowl.

"No sign of Lust," George said, barging in and looking around the room. "I guess that means you haven't talked to her yet."

"Was there something you actually wanted?" the Limey asked, raising an eyebrow.

"You're going to meet Wrath," George said cheerfully, grabbing a hold of his counterpart's arm and tugging him towards the door. "You need to, she's the best."

"I think she hates me."

"She hated me too, at first, that's just how she says hi."

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Wrath had spent the evening with Richard, beating the crap out of Henry for deigning to wish ill on her George, and Patrick a little too. Then she had gotten pretty drunk and was still hungover.

But she would attempt not to rip the new George's head off because she had just fought for the honour of all the Georges. She might as well be kind. Or her version of kind.

She was waiting outside the room and when two George's appeared, she smiled faintly at both of them. "Hey," she said, hoping it was a companionable tone. Sometimes it was hard to tell.