"Zabini," Ron hissed. "Tell me I'm not seeing this."
Blaise's reply was to down another shot of Firewhisky. "It's no good," he said in dismay, staring at his empty glass. "I can still see them. Martha, bring me some Galloping Gargoyles, please."
"You want one of those little umbrellas with it?" Martha said from across the bar.
"Yes," Blaise agreed. "Anything that's colourful enough to distract me from what's going on."
"Blaise," Hermione said, joining them at the bar. "Your friend's getting frisky."
Blaise shot her an annoyed look. "Can't you see that I'm doing my best not to notice, here?"
"Is he always such an affectionate drunk?" Hermione said, ignoring Blaise's attempts to disappear. "I never would have figured it."
Ron's eyes were still fixed in horror on the sight before him. "I don't think I can ever forget it now."
Finally giving in to curiosity, Blaise turned back to investigate how far the show had progressed since his last glass.
Behind him, Draco had dragged Harry onto the countertop, and was proceeding to very raunchily grind himself backwards into Harry's body. Harry's face was bright red, though whether it was from embarrassment or lust, Blaise critically decided that it was impossible to tell.
"You stole my heart, and sunk me in your cauldron of love," Draco declared vigorously, and very much off-key.
"So much for not liking the Weird Sisters," Blaise said, smirking. "That's the line from their as yet unreleased album, 'Friday the Thirteenth'!"
"And you would know this how?" Ron said suspiciously.
"Thanks for the drink, Martha," Blaise said loudly, picking up his umbrella-adorned drink.
And I'm reaching 400, so the rest will be posted to my journal when it's complete!
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Date: 2013-10-02 11:48 am (UTC)Ron wasn't seeing this.
"Zabini," Ron hissed. "Tell me I'm not seeing this."
Blaise's reply was to down another shot of Firewhisky. "It's no good," he said in dismay, staring at his empty glass. "I can still see them. Martha, bring me some Galloping Gargoyles, please."
"You want one of those little umbrellas with it?" Martha said from across the bar.
"Yes," Blaise agreed. "Anything that's colourful enough to distract me from what's going on."
"Blaise," Hermione said, joining them at the bar. "Your friend's getting frisky."
Blaise shot her an annoyed look. "Can't you see that I'm doing my best not to notice, here?"
"Is he always such an affectionate drunk?" Hermione said, ignoring Blaise's attempts to disappear. "I never would have figured it."
Ron's eyes were still fixed in horror on the sight before him. "I don't think I can ever forget it now."
Finally giving in to curiosity, Blaise turned back to investigate how far the show had progressed since his last glass.
Behind him, Draco had dragged Harry onto the countertop, and was proceeding to very raunchily grind himself backwards into Harry's body. Harry's face was bright red, though whether it was from embarrassment or lust, Blaise critically decided that it was impossible to tell.
"You stole my heart, and sunk me in your cauldron of love," Draco declared vigorously, and very much off-key.
"So much for not liking the Weird Sisters," Blaise said, smirking. "That's the line from their as yet unreleased album, 'Friday the Thirteenth'!"
"And you would know this how?" Ron said suspiciously.
"Thanks for the drink, Martha," Blaise said loudly, picking up his umbrella-adorned drink.
And I'm reaching 400, so the rest will be posted to my journal when it's complete!