Drink up baby,

Look at the stars.

I'll kiss you okay

Between the bars

Where I'm seeing you there

Your hands in the air

Waiting to finally be caught

It was another famed Marauders party. All the signs of a full-swing soiree were certainly there: Sirius stumbling merrily around to the groups that formed gradually over the length of the party, with Peter plodding reverently along behind him, making awkward conversation with those who dared, and, as always there was that group of girls glancing sluggishly at whatever boy happened to catch their fancy, but something felt off to James. A streak of copper caught his eye and he realized what it was.

Lily Evans was camped out in a chintzy armchair off to the side, more or less in a corner. James grabbed two glasses of something silvery that he was fairly sure Sirius spiked heavily and set off to put her firm scowl at a different angle

"Hey, Lils" he grinned.

"Hi"

"If you're not going to enjoy the party" he said, handing her one of the cups "why not go to your dormitory for the night?"

"Oh, believe me" she muttered woodenly "I'd love to, but one of my amazing roomies, Jennifer Finch, is holing herself up with Amos Diggory" she gestured to her cup "Too much of Sirius'…what is this?"

He shrugged and continued on from his first thought "I understand the need to never ever go in your dormitory again, let alone touch dear Jennifer's bed or Jennifer under any circumstances, why not just enjoy it? You know, Que Sera, Sera"

He could see her entire body stiffen. She took a long drag of the silvery stuff, before muttering "My dad…died Monday"

Died. Shit. It was Wednesday.

"Lily… I know-"

She cut him off, her eyes made of stone "You know how they say, James. Kay Sarah, Sarah, or whatever"

"You don't mean that. You loved him" he murmured

Her eyes flashed venomously "Yeah, I loved him, but what does loving get you anymore?"

Suddenly she was sobbing. James had little experience with crying girls (or boys, for that matter), so he just put his arm around her and said "It's okay, Lils. It'll be okay", while the party went on around them.

Drink up with me now

And forget all about

The pressure it takes

Do what I say

And I'll make you okay

I'll drive them away

The images stuck in your head

A/N: Wow. That was a downer. Based off Eliot Smith-Smythe-Toaster III's (Also known as just plain old Eliot Smith:D) song Between the Bars