Title: Nineteen's Lega. . .lIn Canada
Series: 21 for 21
Author: jmaria
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Joss owns Anya, J.K. owns the others.
Pairing: Anya, Millicent Bulstrode/?
Three: duck, gooseflesh, bookends
Word Count: 1,038
Summary: What do you mean Im in the wrong country? Just give me a fricken beer!
Notes: So, I had to remove the original chapter 19 in 21 for 21 (at TtH) due to the fandom. This is my sad attempt to make the collection even with a new chapter 19. Enjoy.
Set: Season 4ish.
Count: 19/21 (revised)

Nineteen's Legal. . .In Canada

"Are you telling me that I cannot purchase any alcoholic beverage at all?" the dark haired woman narrowed her eyes at the bartender. "I'm legal!"

"Yeah, in Canada, not in America," the bartender snorted.

"Its the same bloody continent!" she growled.

"Not the same country," he shook his head and turned away from her to help the other patrons at the bar.

"Bloody, buggering tool -"

"I feel your pain," a curly haired blonde nursed her soda. "Stupid bartender, being all uppity about the stupid legal drinking age! I'm twelve hundred years old, dipshit!"

"You were in the same grade as my kid sister, Anya," the bartender shouted back.

"If I had my powers!" Anya shook her fist at him.

"Powers?" the brunette woman frowned at her.

"I was a vengeance demon. Patron saint of scorned women," Anya sighed. "Until someone wished a slayer to never come to Sunnydale, and her damned Scoobies still saved the day and broke my fricken power source. Now I'm cursed to spend my life being all - human."

The teenager shuddered, which only made the brunette's brows to quirk up. Everyone else seemed to be ignoring the pair of them.

"So, what are you?" Anya wheeled back to her, which threw the brunette for a minute.

"A girl," she snapped, clearly annoyed with the ex-demon.

"No, I get that you're female, and I'm not hitting on you. What are you, British underage female?"

"I've been of age since I turned 17, your bloody country is just backwards," she huffed.

"Not demon, so you must be a witch. Wand or free-form?" Anya asked again.

"Wand," the witch answered without really thinking first. "Bloody hell!"

"Bulstrode! What in Godric's name are you doing here? I gave you explicit instructions not to leave the hotel!" a tall, red-haired man shoved in next to her.

"And I would have actually listened had I not been stuck in the same room as your brother, listening to him talk dirty on that blasted Muggle device to his girlfriend," Millicent snapped, rounding on him. "Now, since I'm obviously not getting anything else to take the edge off, order me a blasted beer as compensation, Percy!"

"W-what?" Percy Weasley stuttered, taken aback by Millicent's revelation of Ron's activities and her own fracturing self-control. In the three weeks he'd been training both Ron and Millicent in covert espionage for their Auror training, she'd never been even slightly disrespectful.

"Order. Me. A. Bloody. Beer," Millicent tugged him face level. "Now."

"Me too!" Anya smiled brightly up at them.

"And one for my twelve hundred year old ex-demon mate," Millicent added, releasing his collar.

"What can I get ya, dude?" the bartender asked, having missed Millicent's outburst in the roaring din of the club.

"Three beers," Percy pulled his eyes from Millicent's determined and frustrated face.

He tried desperately to ignore the rising gooseflesh on the back of his neck at her commanding voice. It would not do to have him be sexually stimulated by his student. No matter how big of a turn-on it was for him.

Percy ignored Anya's little clap of glee as the bartender turned away to fill their order. Millicent quickly led the blonde away to a private booth out of the line of sight to the bar. The bartender made a deep sighing noise as he handed the beers to Percy.

"Dude, I did not sell you these beers so you could hook up with two nineteen year olds, you hear me?" the bartender said quietly. "And don't let anyone see them drinkin' or it's my ass on the line."

"I assure you, the dark-haired one is legal," Percy frowned. They'd all had Firewhiskey the night they'd been given their orders, after all. And Tom at the Leaky Cauldron hadn't even batted an eyelash over serving Ron and Millicent.

"Dude, in Canada she's legal, not here!" the bartender turned away from him. "Fuckin' foreigners."

Percy took the drinks over to their table, his mind busy with the thoughts the bartender had put there. It had not been his intention to come to this club and intoxicate his trainee. And yet here he was, buying her liquor because his brother was apparently participating in phone sex or something like it.

"I'm not sure I should be giving you these," Percy said quietly, sitting across from them. "The bartender informed me of the discrepancy between our two countries' legal drinking age. And that of Canada's, but I'm not quite sure why."

"Oh, don't be such a duck, Prissy," Anya giggled, taking a deep swig of her beer.

"It's goose," Millicent corrected.

"And it's Percy, not prissy," Percys cheeks flamed brightly.

"Hmm, can't tell the difference," Anya smiled, ignoring his first comment. "So what brings two wizards and a witch to Sunnydale?"

"Apparently, the End of Days," Millicent shrugged.

"Miss Bulstrode!"

"Another one? This damn town has one every May!"

Percy groaned as his head slammed against the headboard bolted into the wall of his hotel room. He didn't remember even leaving the Bronze last night. The mattress dipped on either side of him, jarring his eyes open. Not that he could see much. Where the hell were his glasses?

"Morgana's left teat, why do I have someone's buggering spectacles tangled in my hair?" Millicent's voice had him scrambling upright.

"Ugh, use your indoor voice. It's been too damn long since I've gotten this drunk!" Anya groaned from beside him. "And Prissy's glasses are stuck in your hair from all the wild monkey sex you two had!"

"Percy, have you seen - bloody hell!"

Percy groaned as his brother barged into his room via the connecting door without knocking - again. His spine stiffened at his brother's next words.

"And how'd you get two naked bookends on either side of you?"

"Leave the room, Ron."

"Bloody hell, is that Bulstrode?" Ron gasped.

"Get. Out. Ronald!" Percy snapped.

"And technically, only Milli is naked!" Anya pouted. "He got me too liquored up to stay conscious!"

"Fuck!" Percy threw his head in his hands.

"Apparently, we already did," Millicent sighed, feeling better than she had in days. She handed Percy his glasses back. "Wanna go again, sans liquor this time, teach?"