It has the same premise as "New Shirt." I'm terribly sorry, I didn't realize until I was most of the way done.
James wanted to throw a party and when a marauder wanted a party, there was one. It may not have been the smartest idea, but James wanted to get so trashed he wouldn't be able to remember his own name. He just wanted to forget everything.
"Are you sure mate?" Sirius asked.
"Yeah," Peter added. "This might not be such a good idea. Especially after-"
"If I want a party, I'll have a bloody party." James snapped and stalked away.
Remus sighed. "Let's plan a party." And they did just that.
When James returned from the quidditch pitch at close to eleven, the Gryffindor common room was filled with people and smelled vaguely of alcohol.
He grinned, something that he hasn't done in the past few days and shuffled past the talking groups of people. The drinks table was situated next to the overstuffed armchairs. Sitting on one of these chairs was Lily Evans. Unlike everyone else she was not talking, she was sat with a book in her hand, oblivious to her surroundings.
Before James was able to pour himself a drink, Sirius pushed a cup into his hand. It burned going down, clearly Sirius had chosen something strong and James made a mental note to thank him. Drinking had the effect James had hoped for, numbness.
James could barely stand without support after the next few drinks. He felt a hand on his shoulder, guiding him away from the noise. It was Lily. James felt his heart slam in his chest, she looked beautiful.
Her red hair was falling out of the plait and her pyjama pants were rolling up on one of her legs.
"L-Lily?" He slurred.
"How much have you had to drink?"
"Seven." He shrugged. "Maybe eight."
Soon enough he realized that they were in the boy's dormitory. She took a seat next to him on his four poster.
"Goodnight James." She said, beginning to stand up.
"Don't go." He gripped her sleeve in a childlike fashion. "I don't want to be alone."
"What's wrong?" She was concerned. He never acted like this, so vulnerable.
"My parents died, ministry attack." He said without any emotion.
"I'm sorry." She whispered. The dormitory was empty, she whispered only because saying it loudly only made it more real.
"S'okay." He replied. "Drinking makes it better." Lily stared at him wide eyed. "I know what you're going to say. Getting drunk won't solve any-"
"Accio firewhisky." She said, thoroughly surprising him. The bottle shot into her hand and she popped the top off. He was watching her with the strangest expression. "What did you say about eight drinks? Nine can't make it too much worse."