James Potter watched to his great amusement his best friends participate in the most ridiculous drinking competition. Of course it could hardly be deemed a competition at all- Remus Lupin did not indulge in what Sirius Black called the "The Finer Things in Life". James was quite surprised that Remus had indeed held out for so long, matching Sirius cup-for-cup. It was quite unanimous that it was time to vacate the party in the Hufflepuffs common room once Remus stumbled up to a pretty fifth year, proceeded to tell her she had a nice rack, and then fell straight backwards onto the floor. Such compliments from Remus were always quite surprising, for he was usually "quite a nice boy". However, everyone knows that alcohol does have its adverse effects. (a/n-Naturally.)
James snorted and went to collect his fallen comrade from the ground. Squeezing through the party-goers and avoiding the more brazen of his female admirers, James soon reached Remus and gave him a slight nudge with his foot. When there was no response he reached down and gave Remus a few smart slaps to the face, which only caused Remus to squint his eyes open and mutter something entirely incoherent and ridiculous about breasts.
With a sigh, James straightened his 6'3 frame and scanned the room for Sirius. It did not take long to find him, considering he had a group of girls surrounding him as he plucked a song out on his guitar. James rolled his eyes, knowing it was going to take him more time to pull Sirius away from his fan club then it would to toat Remus' seemingly lifeless body back to Gryffindor Tower. Dear God, this is going to be one hell of a long night.
"You know it really is quite a shame Moony can't hold his liquor better. For him being a skinny-ish fellow he sure is a brute to carry at a complete dead weight."
Sirius had been complaining since James finally got him to leave the party.
"Quite so. But we do owe the dear boy. I do recall him dragging our drunken asses back after certain escapades. He can be rather saint-like at times. Dear God Padfoot! Watch out for his head!"
Sirius had just managed to let Remus' head hit every stair up to the next landing. He gave James an impish grin and stated apologetically to Remus, "Sorry Mate: You are going to have one hell of a headache once you wake up."
James shook his head. "You have the easy part, Pads. I have to walk backwards up these stairs, which means you have to lift a wee bit higher in the arms so his head isn't banging the steps you git!"
"Well I got the heavy part! You know how much his head probably weighs with all that brain?! And his arms and upper body-"
"So! I have to walk in-between his legs…I feel like a fucking fag right now!"
They continued to argue all the way back to the Gryffindor Common Room, where they were able to unceresmonially plop Remus onto one of the many couches. Sirius pulled out two bottles of fire whiskey he had managed to pilfer from the party.
"How about a nightcap Prongsie?"
James raised one jet-black brow. "Naturally, need a pick-me-up Padsie."
"But of course," Sirius paused to take a swig from his bottle. "What in the devil has gotten into you anyways, Prongs. Tonight you were moping around the party and not even participating in the festivities. You basically had the personality of a wet mop."
James frowned at this. "Pads, just sip your little bottle and don't worry about it," James frown became darker. "It is just a matter of utter confusion that has me stuck in the doldrums mate."
"Well then by all means I intend to get you thoroughly foxed before I send you off to your "Heads" mini-flat…and back to your source of confusion."
"Naturally," James stated sardonically.
A/N: Tell me if you like it so far! You may have noticed I have an excellent sense of humor..even if I only make myself laugh. This is my first fan-fic and I am open to critique...just don't hate on me too much. :] This is just a taste and of course there is more to come!