Don't you worry about that. I'll get you everything you need to be good and sloshed by the end of the evening.
*James slides her drink towards her, and takes a rather large swig of his own.*
What kept you in the loo? I'm on my second ale already, I'd say you have a bit of catching up to do.
*With that, he drains the last of his beer. James has no plans to pace himself. He knows Lily will want to dance, a task he always finds easier a few drinks back.*
*She eyes James' empty bottle before taking her drink. Her lips pucker as she sips at it.
Gin. She's not used to gin.*
It was proper crowded.
And I ran into that Ramona Green girl. She was a prefect in Ravenclaw, a few years older than us. Remember? She was surprised I wasn't fat from the baby.
Then she offered me some, er.
*With a quick scratch of her left nostril and a meaningful look, Lily hopes James gets the message.*
Could've guessed that one. Ramona Green, you said? Never would've guessed she'd wind up peddling coke in public toilets. She was a proper strict prefect, all the Ravenclaws hated her. Wonder what happened...
*James trails off, as he starts to suspect that guy sitting a few seats down from them is eyeing up Lily from behind. But he's distracted with the return of the bartender, bringing James the shots he's been waiting on. James pushes one of the glasses filled with the crystal green liquid toward Lily, unsure if she'll actually take it.*
*Lily crosses her legs, well aware of her black, sequin dress climbing further up her thighs in the process. Her sheer stockings and high heeled black shoes almost feel over the top, but she wants to feel sexy. And it's not simply to makes James' head turn: It's a much needed mood booster. She's been a lethargic lump since Snape's death, but tonight isn't for replaying horrific scenarios in her head or worrying about the war. Tonight is about top notch dancing, a top notch buzz, and a top notch shag if all goes well.
Her head feels a little lighter, and she's not sure if it's the flashing lights or a mediocre high. Either way, the feeling intensifies as she grasps the shot glass and throws it back. She winces and shudders before giggling a little too loudly.*
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*James slides her drink towards her, and takes a rather large swig of his own.*
What kept you in the loo? I'm on my second ale already, I'd say you have a bit of catching up to do.
*With that, he drains the last of his beer. James has no plans to pace himself. He knows Lily will want to dance, a task he always finds easier a few drinks back.*
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Gin. She's not used to gin.*
It was proper crowded.
And I ran into that Ramona Green girl. She was a prefect in Ravenclaw, a few years older than us. Remember? She was surprised I wasn't fat from the baby.
Then she offered me some, er.
*With a quick scratch of her left nostril and a meaningful look, Lily hopes James gets the message.*
Before you ask, it was rubbish.
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Could've guessed that one. Ramona Green, you said? Never would've guessed she'd wind up peddling coke in public toilets. She was a proper strict prefect, all the Ravenclaws hated her. Wonder what happened...
*James trails off, as he starts to suspect that guy sitting a few seats down from them is eyeing up Lily from behind. But he's distracted with the return of the bartender, bringing James the shots he's been waiting on. James pushes one of the glasses filled with the crystal green liquid toward Lily, unsure if she'll actually take it.*
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*Lily crosses her legs, well aware of her black, sequin dress climbing further up her thighs in the process. Her sheer stockings and high heeled black shoes almost feel over the top, but she wants to feel sexy. And it's not simply to makes James' head turn: It's a much needed mood booster. She's been a lethargic lump since Snape's death, but tonight isn't for replaying horrific scenarios in her head or worrying about the war. Tonight is about top notch dancing, a top notch buzz, and a top notch shag if all goes well.
Her head feels a little lighter, and she's not sure if it's the flashing lights or a mediocre high. Either way, the feeling intensifies as she grasps the shot glass and throws it back. She winces and shudders before giggling a little too loudly.*
What the fuck was that?
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