((A/N: We were having an enjoyable time discussing Blaise Zabini and typo'ing all over the place, and the story of a drunk episode at The Three Broomsticks was born! Hope you enjoy ;D Set sometime during their sixth year))
[The Three Broomsticks. It's a weekend night and three Slytherins have escaped to Hogsmeade for a couple of drinks and some fun. PANSY PARKINSON has already passed out, snoring on the table, and beside her is BLAISE ZABINI, who is completely pissed. DRACO MALFOY is sulking in a corner, attempting to ignore his "friends" and focus instead on his miserable life.]
Blaise: Draaaaaaaaaaaaaaaco come have a drink
Draco: No. :C
Blaise: YOU'LL LIKE IT! DELISHUUUS FIIIIREWHIIISKEY OF CORUUUSE!
Draco: Why are you acting like a heathen? And a stupid bloody Gryffindor.
Blaise: (shoves his drink in Draco's face)
Draco: :CCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCC
Blaise: (spills it everywhere) YAAAAAAAAAAAAY!
Draco: WTF. WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT? MY PERFECT CLOTHES! ;_;
Blaise: BECAUSE PANSY LUUUUURVES YOU!
Draco: IS THAT SHITE IN MY HAIR? YOU'RE ALL DISGUSTING!
Blaise: I LOVE YOU. HAVE A DRINK WITH ME.
Draco: NO. I'M LEAVING.
Blaise: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! (grabs Draco's ankle)
Draco: (trips) NOW I'M ON THE FLOOR. I HATE YOU.
Blaise: DRIIIIIIIIIIIIINK IIIIIIIIT!
Draco: Drink the floor?
Blaise: YESH. NO. I DON'T KNOW.
Draco: ... BYE
Blaise: WAIIIIIIIIIIIIIT
Draco: (Disapparates. AHH MAGIC)
Blaise: (passes out)