Seasons' Greetings 2011 ♥ A Gift for glitterandsmut
Title: Aftermaths of a Drunken, Debauched Evening
Author: missgoalie75
Recipient: glitterandsmut
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~2,500
Warnings: language
Summary: Lily wakes up with a hangover in the boys' dormitory with James' hand laced with hers and a million questions.
Author's Note: Thank you to my cousin for being a lovely beta <3
Aftermaths of a Drunken, Debauched Evening
"I envy people who drink - at least they know what to blame everything on." - Oscar Levant
Lily Evans, being stubborn at the young age of eleven, promised that she would never, ever drink alcohol. It was a decision made when she witnessed her crazy aunt-who's-not-really-her-aunt be the most embarrassing person ever and vomit all over the Christmas hors d'oeuvres - it looked like blood (red wine will do that) and it was scarring.
Now at seventeen, she wishes she kept her promise as she wakes up with the worst headache of her life. Her mouth tastes like what she assumes would be the floor of the tube and her stomach is churning, making her feel like it's empty and stuffed at the same time.
She moans into her pillow, her voice cracked and quiet. Why did she drink so much last night? Usually she's very good at not going beyond her limit - what happened?
(She means that in both the metaphorical and literal sense - she doesn't know what would drive to her to drink so much and would like to know and she doesn't remember what the hell happened at all.)
Very, very slowly, she rolls her head over, surprised to find herself directly staring at a window that's just bursting with sunlight.
What the -? Her bed isn't across from the window! Did she accidentally fall asleep on Mary's bed or something?
She moans again, this time it's louder as she slowly lifts her arm, wanting to slap her hand over her face.
Except her hand is currently being held by another.
Furrowing her eyebrows in confusion, she squeezes the hand (it's bigger than hers, rougher, warm, nice) and it takes her over a minute to realize that she's holding a boy's hand.
More awake now, she lifts her head a few inches off the pillow to look down at the floor where James Potter is curled up and holding her hand.
Her heart rate automatically increases and wow, it's a little sad how often she's been thinking about doing this lately.
She rips her hand out of his and in the process whacks it against a bedpost, making her groan in pain.
She hears someone moaning across the dormitory, sounding very masculine and fuck, this really means she fell asleep in the boys' dormitory. Head Girls are not supposed to be sleeping in the boys' dormitory, she's pretty damn sure.
Tearing the blankets off her body, sighing in relief that her clothes seem to be in tact (wrinkled beyond fix, but not a button undone), she begins to attempt getting out of bed without upsetting her head and stomach.
"Ugh, bloody fucker," she hears a boy say and it sounds like Remus. She rarely, if ever, hears him curse. She wonders if he does so a lot with the Marauders but watches his tongue whenever he's with girls, or just anyone else who is normal.
"Again?" Remus exclaims loudly, causing at least two other people to moan and groan unintelligibly.
Deciding that now is the best time to escape, Lily carefully steps over James' body, but ends up freezing as she takes in the sight of the dormitory, which is a disaster.
There's red and gold confetti everywhere (oh, right, Gryffindor won the match against Slytherin yesterday) and there are so many empty bottles around that she's surprised she's not still drunk. She can smell spilt Firewhiskey and Butterbeer, which do not smell great together, and there's a half-melted cauldron bubbling under the window. Gross.
"Lily?"
She whips her head to the source of the voice, instantly regretting it because bloody hell, her head is pounding.
It's Remus trying to get out of bed - Sirius' bed, by the looks of it. Lily raises a brow at him.
Remus turns pink, his flush disappearing under the collar of his shirt. "Whenever we get pissed, it happens. I wish I could explain it." Then he narrows his eyes at her. "What about you? How did you -?"
"Shut up, Moons," James whines.
That snaps Lily into action. She's making her way around the laundry on the floor and Merlin knows what else and just when she's near the door, she hears, "Lily?"
She closes her eyes and forces herself to breathe.
"What'r you doin' here?" Sirius slurs and oh boy, he's still pissed.
"I was just leaving," Lily says, turning around to fake a smile.
"Hey, there's a bird in our dorm!"
"Yes, thank you for the brilliant deduction, Peter," Remus says more dryly than usual.
"I'll see you guys later," Lily mutters.
"No wait!" James calls out loudly, causing everyone to moan, including himself.
"Do any of you remember what happened last night?" Peter groans.
"No," James admits.
"Not a damn thing," Sirius adds.
"You guys definitely did something to my drink because I always remember," Remus laments.
"…I don't remember anything either," Lily mumbles.
"You don' remember anythin'?"
"Sirius, stop speaking," Remus says, bringing two fingers to the bridge of his nose to pinch. James still seems half-asleep on the floor, so she supposes that demand isn't necessary for him yet. "Okay. This is what we're going to do. We're going to make ourselves presentable - sober up, in one case - then we're going to meet in the common room so we can get breakfast and try to piece together what happened."
"I think if I so much as smell toast I'll retch," Peter says, making Lily's stomach turn at the mere thought of toast.
"Fine," she reluctantly agrees.
"Make sure you empty your pockets and bring whatever you think may help," Remus adds as she steps out of the boys' dormitory.
Merlin help her.
~**~
The contents of Lily Evans' pockets:
- Her wand, thankfully.
- One sloppily written IOU chocoballs every Wednesday for the next 7 weeks. Signed Remus J. Lupin.
- Five galleons, a sickle, and half a knut. (Why would anyone try to split a knut in half is beyond her understanding.)
- A piece of Anglo Bubbly. (She has to track down whoever gave her this because she ran out of her stash two weeks ago and she's been craving it since.)
~**~
Remus, Lily, and Peter are sitting on one side of the table while James and Sirius sit across from them. Lily tries not to watch James as he rubs his eyes under his glasses with a rather cute pout.
Deciding that she wants this breakfast to be done with in less than five minutes, she slides the IOU over to Remus. "I guess you owe me."
Remus picks up the paper with a quizzical expression. "Funny, I have this from you," he says, reaching into his pocket to reveal a messily written note that reads IOU Honeydukes' chocolate bars every Tuesday for the next 9 weeks - Lily M. Evans.
"But…why?" Lily sighs.
"I vaguely remember you guys throwing bottles into the fireplace to see how big the explosion would be. You guys couldn't judge, though," Peter grumbles, his face in his arms, probably to block off the smell of food.
Lily considers slamming her head against the table, but that will just make her head hurt even more. "That is the dumbest thing I've ever heard."
"It doesn't surprise me. I tend to get idiotically competitive over asinine issues when drunk," Remus groans. "Sorry."
"Least of our worries," she says, patting Remus' shoulder.
"Okay, can someone explain to me why half a knut was in my shoe?" Sirius asks, placing the knut on the table.
Lily grimaces. "Mind putting that away? It was in close proximity of your foot for hours."
James snorts. "Who has the other half?"
Lily's grimace worsens. "I do."
James' droopy eyes widen a little, but it seems he can't muster the energy to be surprised for very long.
"How do you even split a coin like this anyway? I'm surprised we have all our fingers," Lily ponders out loud.
"Well, can I have it back?"
"What? The half of a knut? How do you know it was yours to begin with?" she inquires with a raised eyebrow.
"Because it's something I would do with my own money," Sirius answers like it's the most obvious thing in the world.
"Sirius thinks the knut is a worthless coin," Remus supplies.
She takes her half of a knut out of her pocket and stares at it. "Fair point. I can't see myself being that stupid when intoxicated." She slides the coin over to Sirius, who picks it up greedily and compares the pieces. "I did an ace job splitting this."
"Who says -" Lily starts.
"Can we please stop talking about the split knut, for fuck's sake? Does anyone happen to remember anything else?" James complains.
"Yes!" Remus suddenly exclaims.
"Well, what?"
"You were getting emotionally distressed over the fact that some woman named Elizabeth 'didn't understand' some bloke. I think you were gripping Lily's collar," Remus tells James.
Well, that certainly explains why the collar of her shirt is ruined.
"Who the fuck is Elizabeth?" Sirius grumbles, his hangover probably kicking in now. "There are at least six of them, not including the Lizzies."
Lily groans. "Oh for the love of - you stole my book?"
Remus, to her immense surprise, starts laughing.
"What's so funny, beyond the fact that James apparently appreciates Jane Austen when plastered," Lily asks dryly, doing her best to not smile.
"Mr. Potter here turns into quite the literary critic when he's had a sufficient amount of alcohol," Remus explains as he piles some scrambled eggs on his plate.
James, who was resting his chin on his arms on the table at this point, groans and hides his face into his arms. "That explains the weird dreams about tailcoats and hearing the word 'propriety' thrown around a million times."
Lily brings a hand to her mouth to stifle her laughter.
"You and Sirius could do with a little propriety lesson," Remus murmurs under his breath.
"I'll have you know, Mr. Moony, that I was raised by parents of excellent propriety."
"I'm aware - I just wonder where all their good teachings went in that thick head of yours."
Without lifting his head, James shoots Remus an obscene hand gesture.
"He has his moments," Lily finds herself saying before flushing, looking down at her empty plate.
"Oh, and the destroyed cauldron was a sad attempt at a potion to rid hangovers. The endeavor was clearly abandoned halfway through," Remus says, saving her the embarrassment of a prolonged, awkward silence.
"Well that's stupid," Lily mutters. "Whose bright idea was that?"
"Ours."
Lily leans forward to get a look at Peter, who's scratching the back of his head with a sheepish grin. She raises an eyebrow at him. "Seriously?"
"I wouldn't say seriously - I never start something without intending on finishing it," Sirius drawls with a lecherous smile.
Lily scoffs. "I'm surprised you're given the opportunity."
James barks out a loud laugh, his shoulders shaking. Lily suddenly remembers wrapping her arms around him last night as she comforted him, telling him that Elizabeth and Darcy got their happy ending.
She clears her throat to break the lull in the conversation. "So, anything else? Can I go back to my bed and sleep away the afternoon before I face my homework? And then possibly consider turning in my Head Girl badge with the amount of stupidity I participated in?"
"Nah, don't do that. What you did last night doesn't even compare to some of the shit we've done," Sirius says with a dismissive wave of his hand.
"If you're thinking of handing over your badge, then I should've done it ages ago. Don't bother, you're brilliant," James adds, lifting his head a little so his eyes are visible.
Her breath catches in her throat before she can manage to say, "James, can I speak with you for a moment?"
"Yes," he answers emphatically, getting to his feet. "My stomach has been rolling the past five minutes."
"Bye, Lilykins! I'm sure it was fun partying with you!" Sirius calls out. "Good to know you can keep up with the Marauders." He lifts a mug of coffee as a kind of salute to her.
Lily sighs and shakes her head, a small smile on her face. "When I find out how you managed to spike our drinks and what it was with, I'm castrating you. So enjoy the opportunities that come your way," she informs him lightly.
She laughs as she walks away, hearing him choke on his coffee.
Once she's out of the Great Hall, James, who caught up with her, nudges her in the arm. "What's up, Head Girl?"
She eyes a group of Ravenclaws walking down the corridor and she grabs his wrist. "Come on," she says, leading him to an empty classroom so they won't be overheard. Once she has the door securely shut, she turns to face James, who's sitting on a desk in the front row.
She tries not to focus on him rolling the sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows, the tendons in his forearms shifting and distracting.
"We fell asleep holding hands," she says. She's not sure if she's looking for an explanation or if she just wants him to realize or remember.
James turns pink, which is always quite a sight for her - he rarely has a sense of shame. "Could've been worse," he mutters with a shrug before running a hand through his hair, pulling at it in the back.
"Do you -"
"Yeah, I kind of remember."
She blinks in surprise. "You do?" Then she blushes because this isn't okay, at all. They're Head Boy and Head Girl - they can't be having ridiculous drama, especially since their past is already so rocky.
"I think you were originally comforting me over that Darcy bloke, but then I think we talked about…" he turns really red, "I think we talked about…planning a date."
Her brain stops working and all she can do is stare at his face, solemn and a little vulnerable as he draws meaningless designs on the desk under him.
"Yes."
He pauses and looks up at her, his look of surprise probably matching hers - did she really just say yes to a question he didn't even ask?
But she keeps her gaze steady, even though she can feel her cheeks heating. Despite how awkward and terrible the timing is…she's not itching to take it back.
He blinks a few times. "What? Sorry, I blacked out for a few seconds and must've misunderstood what your 'yes' entails."
She rolls her eyes and walks over to him so her upper thighs are brushing against the edge of the desk, essentially standing between his spread legs. His swallow is comically loud in the silence.
"Oh, okay. Yeah," he breathes, his eyes wide and darting from her eyes to her mouth. "Are you sure you're not still drunk or something? Impaired judgment and whatnot."
"I'm afraid I can't blame my agreement on the alcohol since I'm no longer pissed - just feel like utter rubbish."
He quirks an eyebrow and she knows he's about to make a sleazy offer to make it better by snogging, so she kisses him to save herself the trouble of having to tell him off. Especially since she's wanted to do it for a while, so.
Author: missgoalie75
Recipient: glitterandsmut
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~2,500
Warnings: language
Summary: Lily wakes up with a hangover in the boys' dormitory with James' hand laced with hers and a million questions.
Author's Note: Thank you to my cousin for being a lovely beta <3
Aftermaths of a Drunken, Debauched Evening
"I envy people who drink - at least they know what to blame everything on." - Oscar Levant
Lily Evans, being stubborn at the young age of eleven, promised that she would never, ever drink alcohol. It was a decision made when she witnessed her crazy aunt-who's-not-really-her-aunt be the most embarrassing person ever and vomit all over the Christmas hors d'oeuvres - it looked like blood (red wine will do that) and it was scarring.
Now at seventeen, she wishes she kept her promise as she wakes up with the worst headache of her life. Her mouth tastes like what she assumes would be the floor of the tube and her stomach is churning, making her feel like it's empty and stuffed at the same time.
She moans into her pillow, her voice cracked and quiet. Why did she drink so much last night? Usually she's very good at not going beyond her limit - what happened?
(She means that in both the metaphorical and literal sense - she doesn't know what would drive to her to drink so much and would like to know and she doesn't remember what the hell happened at all.)
Very, very slowly, she rolls her head over, surprised to find herself directly staring at a window that's just bursting with sunlight.
What the -? Her bed isn't across from the window! Did she accidentally fall asleep on Mary's bed or something?
She moans again, this time it's louder as she slowly lifts her arm, wanting to slap her hand over her face.
Except her hand is currently being held by another.
Furrowing her eyebrows in confusion, she squeezes the hand (it's bigger than hers, rougher, warm, nice) and it takes her over a minute to realize that she's holding a boy's hand.
More awake now, she lifts her head a few inches off the pillow to look down at the floor where James Potter is curled up and holding her hand.
Her heart rate automatically increases and wow, it's a little sad how often she's been thinking about doing this lately.
She rips her hand out of his and in the process whacks it against a bedpost, making her groan in pain.
She hears someone moaning across the dormitory, sounding very masculine and fuck, this really means she fell asleep in the boys' dormitory. Head Girls are not supposed to be sleeping in the boys' dormitory, she's pretty damn sure.
Tearing the blankets off her body, sighing in relief that her clothes seem to be in tact (wrinkled beyond fix, but not a button undone), she begins to attempt getting out of bed without upsetting her head and stomach.
"Ugh, bloody fucker," she hears a boy say and it sounds like Remus. She rarely, if ever, hears him curse. She wonders if he does so a lot with the Marauders but watches his tongue whenever he's with girls, or just anyone else who is normal.
"Again?" Remus exclaims loudly, causing at least two other people to moan and groan unintelligibly.
Deciding that now is the best time to escape, Lily carefully steps over James' body, but ends up freezing as she takes in the sight of the dormitory, which is a disaster.
There's red and gold confetti everywhere (oh, right, Gryffindor won the match against Slytherin yesterday) and there are so many empty bottles around that she's surprised she's not still drunk. She can smell spilt Firewhiskey and Butterbeer, which do not smell great together, and there's a half-melted cauldron bubbling under the window. Gross.
"Lily?"
She whips her head to the source of the voice, instantly regretting it because bloody hell, her head is pounding.
It's Remus trying to get out of bed - Sirius' bed, by the looks of it. Lily raises a brow at him.
Remus turns pink, his flush disappearing under the collar of his shirt. "Whenever we get pissed, it happens. I wish I could explain it." Then he narrows his eyes at her. "What about you? How did you -?"
"Shut up, Moons," James whines.
That snaps Lily into action. She's making her way around the laundry on the floor and Merlin knows what else and just when she's near the door, she hears, "Lily?"
She closes her eyes and forces herself to breathe.
"What'r you doin' here?" Sirius slurs and oh boy, he's still pissed.
"I was just leaving," Lily says, turning around to fake a smile.
"Hey, there's a bird in our dorm!"
"Yes, thank you for the brilliant deduction, Peter," Remus says more dryly than usual.
"I'll see you guys later," Lily mutters.
"No wait!" James calls out loudly, causing everyone to moan, including himself.
"Do any of you remember what happened last night?" Peter groans.
"No," James admits.
"Not a damn thing," Sirius adds.
"You guys definitely did something to my drink because I always remember," Remus laments.
"…I don't remember anything either," Lily mumbles.
"You don' remember anythin'?"
"Sirius, stop speaking," Remus says, bringing two fingers to the bridge of his nose to pinch. James still seems half-asleep on the floor, so she supposes that demand isn't necessary for him yet. "Okay. This is what we're going to do. We're going to make ourselves presentable - sober up, in one case - then we're going to meet in the common room so we can get breakfast and try to piece together what happened."
"I think if I so much as smell toast I'll retch," Peter says, making Lily's stomach turn at the mere thought of toast.
"Fine," she reluctantly agrees.
"Make sure you empty your pockets and bring whatever you think may help," Remus adds as she steps out of the boys' dormitory.
Merlin help her.
~**~
The contents of Lily Evans' pockets:
- Her wand, thankfully.
- One sloppily written IOU chocoballs every Wednesday for the next 7 weeks. Signed Remus J. Lupin.
- Five galleons, a sickle, and half a knut. (Why would anyone try to split a knut in half is beyond her understanding.)
- A piece of Anglo Bubbly. (She has to track down whoever gave her this because she ran out of her stash two weeks ago and she's been craving it since.)
~**~
Remus, Lily, and Peter are sitting on one side of the table while James and Sirius sit across from them. Lily tries not to watch James as he rubs his eyes under his glasses with a rather cute pout.
Deciding that she wants this breakfast to be done with in less than five minutes, she slides the IOU over to Remus. "I guess you owe me."
Remus picks up the paper with a quizzical expression. "Funny, I have this from you," he says, reaching into his pocket to reveal a messily written note that reads IOU Honeydukes' chocolate bars every Tuesday for the next 9 weeks - Lily M. Evans.
"But…why?" Lily sighs.
"I vaguely remember you guys throwing bottles into the fireplace to see how big the explosion would be. You guys couldn't judge, though," Peter grumbles, his face in his arms, probably to block off the smell of food.
Lily considers slamming her head against the table, but that will just make her head hurt even more. "That is the dumbest thing I've ever heard."
"It doesn't surprise me. I tend to get idiotically competitive over asinine issues when drunk," Remus groans. "Sorry."
"Least of our worries," she says, patting Remus' shoulder.
"Okay, can someone explain to me why half a knut was in my shoe?" Sirius asks, placing the knut on the table.
Lily grimaces. "Mind putting that away? It was in close proximity of your foot for hours."
James snorts. "Who has the other half?"
Lily's grimace worsens. "I do."
James' droopy eyes widen a little, but it seems he can't muster the energy to be surprised for very long.
"How do you even split a coin like this anyway? I'm surprised we have all our fingers," Lily ponders out loud.
"Well, can I have it back?"
"What? The half of a knut? How do you know it was yours to begin with?" she inquires with a raised eyebrow.
"Because it's something I would do with my own money," Sirius answers like it's the most obvious thing in the world.
"Sirius thinks the knut is a worthless coin," Remus supplies.
She takes her half of a knut out of her pocket and stares at it. "Fair point. I can't see myself being that stupid when intoxicated." She slides the coin over to Sirius, who picks it up greedily and compares the pieces. "I did an ace job splitting this."
"Who says -" Lily starts.
"Can we please stop talking about the split knut, for fuck's sake? Does anyone happen to remember anything else?" James complains.
"Yes!" Remus suddenly exclaims.
"Well, what?"
"You were getting emotionally distressed over the fact that some woman named Elizabeth 'didn't understand' some bloke. I think you were gripping Lily's collar," Remus tells James.
Well, that certainly explains why the collar of her shirt is ruined.
"Who the fuck is Elizabeth?" Sirius grumbles, his hangover probably kicking in now. "There are at least six of them, not including the Lizzies."
Lily groans. "Oh for the love of - you stole my book?"
Remus, to her immense surprise, starts laughing.
"What's so funny, beyond the fact that James apparently appreciates Jane Austen when plastered," Lily asks dryly, doing her best to not smile.
"Mr. Potter here turns into quite the literary critic when he's had a sufficient amount of alcohol," Remus explains as he piles some scrambled eggs on his plate.
James, who was resting his chin on his arms on the table at this point, groans and hides his face into his arms. "That explains the weird dreams about tailcoats and hearing the word 'propriety' thrown around a million times."
Lily brings a hand to her mouth to stifle her laughter.
"You and Sirius could do with a little propriety lesson," Remus murmurs under his breath.
"I'll have you know, Mr. Moony, that I was raised by parents of excellent propriety."
"I'm aware - I just wonder where all their good teachings went in that thick head of yours."
Without lifting his head, James shoots Remus an obscene hand gesture.
"He has his moments," Lily finds herself saying before flushing, looking down at her empty plate.
"Oh, and the destroyed cauldron was a sad attempt at a potion to rid hangovers. The endeavor was clearly abandoned halfway through," Remus says, saving her the embarrassment of a prolonged, awkward silence.
"Well that's stupid," Lily mutters. "Whose bright idea was that?"
"Ours."
Lily leans forward to get a look at Peter, who's scratching the back of his head with a sheepish grin. She raises an eyebrow at him. "Seriously?"
"I wouldn't say seriously - I never start something without intending on finishing it," Sirius drawls with a lecherous smile.
Lily scoffs. "I'm surprised you're given the opportunity."
James barks out a loud laugh, his shoulders shaking. Lily suddenly remembers wrapping her arms around him last night as she comforted him, telling him that Elizabeth and Darcy got their happy ending.
She clears her throat to break the lull in the conversation. "So, anything else? Can I go back to my bed and sleep away the afternoon before I face my homework? And then possibly consider turning in my Head Girl badge with the amount of stupidity I participated in?"
"Nah, don't do that. What you did last night doesn't even compare to some of the shit we've done," Sirius says with a dismissive wave of his hand.
"If you're thinking of handing over your badge, then I should've done it ages ago. Don't bother, you're brilliant," James adds, lifting his head a little so his eyes are visible.
Her breath catches in her throat before she can manage to say, "James, can I speak with you for a moment?"
"Yes," he answers emphatically, getting to his feet. "My stomach has been rolling the past five minutes."
"Bye, Lilykins! I'm sure it was fun partying with you!" Sirius calls out. "Good to know you can keep up with the Marauders." He lifts a mug of coffee as a kind of salute to her.
Lily sighs and shakes her head, a small smile on her face. "When I find out how you managed to spike our drinks and what it was with, I'm castrating you. So enjoy the opportunities that come your way," she informs him lightly.
She laughs as she walks away, hearing him choke on his coffee.
Once she's out of the Great Hall, James, who caught up with her, nudges her in the arm. "What's up, Head Girl?"
She eyes a group of Ravenclaws walking down the corridor and she grabs his wrist. "Come on," she says, leading him to an empty classroom so they won't be overheard. Once she has the door securely shut, she turns to face James, who's sitting on a desk in the front row.
She tries not to focus on him rolling the sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows, the tendons in his forearms shifting and distracting.
"We fell asleep holding hands," she says. She's not sure if she's looking for an explanation or if she just wants him to realize or remember.
James turns pink, which is always quite a sight for her - he rarely has a sense of shame. "Could've been worse," he mutters with a shrug before running a hand through his hair, pulling at it in the back.
"Do you -"
"Yeah, I kind of remember."
She blinks in surprise. "You do?" Then she blushes because this isn't okay, at all. They're Head Boy and Head Girl - they can't be having ridiculous drama, especially since their past is already so rocky.
"I think you were originally comforting me over that Darcy bloke, but then I think we talked about…" he turns really red, "I think we talked about…planning a date."
Her brain stops working and all she can do is stare at his face, solemn and a little vulnerable as he draws meaningless designs on the desk under him.
"Yes."
He pauses and looks up at her, his look of surprise probably matching hers - did she really just say yes to a question he didn't even ask?
But she keeps her gaze steady, even though she can feel her cheeks heating. Despite how awkward and terrible the timing is…she's not itching to take it back.
He blinks a few times. "What? Sorry, I blacked out for a few seconds and must've misunderstood what your 'yes' entails."
She rolls her eyes and walks over to him so her upper thighs are brushing against the edge of the desk, essentially standing between his spread legs. His swallow is comically loud in the silence.
"Oh, okay. Yeah," he breathes, his eyes wide and darting from her eyes to her mouth. "Are you sure you're not still drunk or something? Impaired judgment and whatnot."
"I'm afraid I can't blame my agreement on the alcohol since I'm no longer pissed - just feel like utter rubbish."
He quirks an eyebrow and she knows he's about to make a sleazy offer to make it better by snogging, so she kisses him to save herself the trouble of having to tell him off. Especially since she's wanted to do it for a while, so.