Lily opens her eyes to find herself on the floor, next to a large cup, half-full of what could previously have been called a slushie, and a massive hangover.
She groans and gets up; dimly recognising that James is sprawled across the couch, snoring lightly.
She takes a first tentative step towards the kitchen and hears a loud crack as her foot comes down on something breakable. Looking down she sees she has just shattered a snow-globe.
Shaking her head she shuffles her way into the kitchen, hoping for a large, steaming cup of coffee.
When she is unable to find the coffee, Lily instead sits at the kitchen bench and puts her head in her hands.
Lily is unable to remember a time when she had ever been as drunk as she had gotten last night with James. She closes her eyes, trying to recall what happened last night; where they had gotten a snow-globe and a slushie, and why?
Though no matter how hard she tries she can only remember one thing: James showering her with confetti before telling her to live a little before the world falls apart.
Lily's thoughts are broken by a groan as James shuffles into the room. He shoots a smile her way before rummaging through the cupboards; after a while of James muttering and searching, clearly not successful on his search for who-knows-what, Lily breaks the silence.
"James, what in the world are you looking for?"
"Chocolate," he says simply, "And some sugar quills would be nice."
"Chocolate?" bursts Lily, "it's barely seven in the morning James!'
He just grins at her crookedly.
"Live a little, Lils."
Lily groans and puts her head in her arms though she's smiling.
She thinks that she can handle waking up in the mornings with no idea what happened the night before, as long as she wakes up with James.