"It's not my fault he's got a delicate nose," I grumbled.  

Sarah snorted. "She nearly melted your skin off last time you offered, and you're still willing to help?"

He held out the bottle of fire whiskey to me.

I raised an eyebrow. It was a Tuesday night, I knew for a fact that we both had early classes the next morning, and we were sitting in the middle of the common room. 

Then again, I was never one for logic.  

"We could run away and start a brothel," Bailey giggled. She had an ink stain on her forehead and a look in her eyes that I was fairly certain meant she was delirious from sleep deprivation. 

"You're judging me," I complained as I closed my Charms textbook. "It's wrecking my concentration." 
  

"Alright, so they won't forget, but no one died, so I reckon things'll settle a little," Bailey backtracked. 
 

The initial crash was followed by a variety of yelling and cursing, and I rose grouchily to see figures moving outside the window.

…Outside the window?! 

"This is not what it looks like!"

I slipped in a puddle and flopped ungracefully back onto the floor, muttering things I probably shouldn't repeat.

"Simmons?" Sean raised an eyebrow, and I wilted under the weight of the group's collective gazes. "Don't tell me you need the Heimlich, too, because once is once too many for one night..."