The Bachelor Party (Neville, G)
Title: The Bachelor Party
Author: andy_star
CPE: Neville
Rating: PG (Drunkenness and some language)
Prompt Set: 100.1
Prompt: Companions
Word Count: 183
Summary: Mostly drunken ramblings!
“Whooooooooooo!” Neville stumbled and almost fell off the curb, but Harry managed to pull him back up by the collar.
“Watch it, mate. You’ll get run over.”
“S’no cars, Harry. S’middle the night.”
“Yeah, yeah. You just stay on the path. Ron, you all right with the other one?”
“Yeah, mate. Seamus, try and bloody walk upright, will you?”
“Yessir, abs… abslootly, sir.”
“Seamus,” Neville said, in an attempt to be stern. “I thought I told you…
no more dwinking. Scuse me… dringing.”
“You can bloody talk, Mr. Bloody… bloody… aw, what was I gonna say?”
Harry rolled his eyes and pulled Neville once again away from the curb. “You’re going to look a right idiot on that altar tomorrow in a state like this, Nev.”
Neville groaned. “Ah, hell.”
“I tell you what,” said Ron. “I never thought I’d be the least drunk one after a bachelor bash. You sure can put it away, mate.”
“Gonna get married. Oh, god. Gonna be sick.”
“No you’re not, pal, you’ll be okay,” said Harry. “Nearly home.”
“Whoooooooooooooo!”
“Why does he keep making that noise?”
Author: andy_star
CPE: Neville
Rating: PG (Drunkenness and some language)
Prompt Set: 100.1
Prompt: Companions
Word Count: 183
Summary: Mostly drunken ramblings!
“Whooooooooooo!” Neville stumbled and almost fell off the curb, but Harry managed to pull him back up by the collar.
“Watch it, mate. You’ll get run over.”
“S’no cars, Harry. S’middle the night.”
“Yeah, yeah. You just stay on the path. Ron, you all right with the other one?”
“Yeah, mate. Seamus, try and bloody walk upright, will you?”
“Yessir, abs… abslootly, sir.”
“Seamus,” Neville said, in an attempt to be stern. “I thought I told you…
no more dwinking. Scuse me… dringing.”
“You can bloody talk, Mr. Bloody… bloody… aw, what was I gonna say?”
Harry rolled his eyes and pulled Neville once again away from the curb. “You’re going to look a right idiot on that altar tomorrow in a state like this, Nev.”
Neville groaned. “Ah, hell.”
“I tell you what,” said Ron. “I never thought I’d be the least drunk one after a bachelor bash. You sure can put it away, mate.”
“Gonna get married. Oh, god. Gonna be sick.”
“No you’re not, pal, you’ll be okay,” said Harry. “Nearly home.”
“Whoooooooooooooo!”
“Why does he keep making that noise?”