Post by Merry Garwin H6 on Sept 3, 2013 16:34:51 GMT -5
Shots of firewhiskey and a nice roaring fire and conversation went together perfectly, Lita had told her. It would loosen them both up and get them talking properly and 'didn't you want to go back to how things were, Meredith? Before you screwed everything up by being an idiot'. It had seemed a perfectly reasonable idea at the time, but Merry was coming to learn that Lita had a way of spinning completely ridiculous ideas in such a way that they sounded perfectly plausible. Whoever married her would have his hands full, that was for sure. That had been - four-five-six hours ago maybe? There was no clock and her watch was fuzzy around the edges and it didn't even matter anyway. The room was warm and the fire was pretty and the entire situation kinda reminded her of being thirteen years old again, giggling and nervous in the common room at midnight with a circle of friends and boys on the Quidditch team. Leah had somehow talked her older sister into getting them three bottles of firewhiskey that they had shared around after a Hufflepuff team win, after the big party had ended and they had crept back down after the prefects went to bed. It had been stupid but they had been a reckless group of thirteen and fourteen year olds egging each other on and being encouraged by the burn of the whiskey making them cough and choke and giggle because they were so close to getting caught and Professor Sprout would just murder them if she could see them now.
That had been a good night, even if the morning after hangover had been too painful for words. The boys had tried to be cocky and charming, despite being teenagers who had never tasted firewhiskey before, and the girls had mostly played up to them with shy giggles and coquettish smiles, especially the three fourth year boys on the Quidditch team. It had been a big win for them, and Leah had always been partial to the Beater but she could hardly have invited him without his teammates.The playful attempts at flirtation had devolved, as so many drunken teenage nights did, into the inevitable rounds of Truth or Dare and Would You Rather and Spin the Bottle, because that was the expected thing to do when you were a drunk kid looking to get your first kiss from a handsome, awkward boy. Or, as Merry had been, a good sport trying to keep an eye on her best friend at the time because Leah had never been known for making the best choices.
The second bottle of firewhiskey wasn't empty yet, Merry noticed thoughtfully. It was dangling from Rister's fingers, dangerously close to being dropped and smashed on the ground. That would be a heinous waste of Lita's money, Merry rationalised with a firm nod. Rister wasn't being a good sport anyway, if he was just going to hold onto it like his favourite toy or something. Whiskey was for drinking, not cuddling. "Pass it over then," she demanded suddenly, beckoning for the bottle when he didn't move quickly enough. He never listened to her, Merry complained silently as she pushed herself up from her armchair to sway close enough to nip the bottle away from him. "We're supposed to talk, right? So talk. Tell me about your first kiss, your first love, the first girl to hurt your heart. Anything but this godawful silence."
That had been a good night, even if the morning after hangover had been too painful for words. The boys had tried to be cocky and charming, despite being teenagers who had never tasted firewhiskey before, and the girls had mostly played up to them with shy giggles and coquettish smiles, especially the three fourth year boys on the Quidditch team. It had been a big win for them, and Leah had always been partial to the Beater but she could hardly have invited him without his teammates.The playful attempts at flirtation had devolved, as so many drunken teenage nights did, into the inevitable rounds of Truth or Dare and Would You Rather and Spin the Bottle, because that was the expected thing to do when you were a drunk kid looking to get your first kiss from a handsome, awkward boy. Or, as Merry had been, a good sport trying to keep an eye on her best friend at the time because Leah had never been known for making the best choices.
The second bottle of firewhiskey wasn't empty yet, Merry noticed thoughtfully. It was dangling from Rister's fingers, dangerously close to being dropped and smashed on the ground. That would be a heinous waste of Lita's money, Merry rationalised with a firm nod. Rister wasn't being a good sport anyway, if he was just going to hold onto it like his favourite toy or something. Whiskey was for drinking, not cuddling. "Pass it over then," she demanded suddenly, beckoning for the bottle when he didn't move quickly enough. He never listened to her, Merry complained silently as she pushed herself up from her armchair to sway close enough to nip the bottle away from him. "We're supposed to talk, right? So talk. Tell me about your first kiss, your first love, the first girl to hurt your heart. Anything but this godawful silence."
