Harry placed his hand upon my shoulder.
"I know, man. I know. It's hard. It truly is, but don't fret. Ron and I are gonna find you a girl as soon as we get to Hogwarts. And trust me, bro. There are some fine candidates at that school."
"I heard that!" Hermione yelled across the table.
"Don't worry, Hermione. Harry is just trying to be nice to me." I said trying to save my brother's ass. She looked at me, smiled and went back to eating her food.
"Thank you! I would have never heard the last of that, Drake."
"Haha, what are brother's for?"
"I don't really know. Just got one today."
"Ah anyway. What do you guys do for fun around here?"
"Well, Ron and I play quidditch or sometimes when we are bored we get smashed up in his room and go out and light shit on fire."
"Well I have no clue what quidditch is, but I do know that getting smashed is a prime candidate for fun tonight." He grinned and called Ron over to us.
"Oy, Ron. You up for a welcoming party celebration for Drake here?" Ron looked back at us and gave us a funny smirk.
"Course I am! What type of people would we be if we didn't bring, young Drakkenn, into the group properly! Harry! To the room!" Ron pointed up the stairs gallantly and ran up the steep set of stairs swiftly. Harry sighed.
"He always has to dramatize these things. Ask him if he wants a drink and he turns it into a noble quest. Oh well, Might as well follow him." And with that Harry and I ascended upon the steep stairs or the Weasley house. It seemed like forever until they finally reached Ron's room.
"Jesus that's a long walk!"
"Yea you'll get used to it." He pushed open the door and led me inside. This room was amazing. It really was exquisite, just your average teenage bedroom. Completely messy with posters stuck up all over the walls. But one wall was completely dedicated to holding bottles upon bottles of drinks. You could certainly pick your poison here. Bacardi 101, Gold, Silver, O, Razz, Limon. Russian Vodka, Finlandia, Grey Goose, Smirnoff. Cold Turkey, and Glenlevit.
"Holy shit, bro! Dude! I mean. wow!" They both smiled at me. Ron walked up to the wall and got two bottles. Cold Turkey and Grey Goose. He tossed the Grey Goose to Harry and popped open his whiskey. Harry walked over to the wall, pulling me along. He grabbed two shot glasses.
"Have your choice, mate. You're gonna need a shot glass it your drinking anything but Glenlivet." As I looked over my selection the Bacardi 101 warning label came into view.
"Flame arrester on top, liquid is highly flammable and extremely intoxicating, hmmmm.. I want this one!" Harry's jaw dropped and Ron looked at me like I was a ghost.
"Umm, Drakkenn, have you, ummm, built up your alcohol tolerance yet? Cause that shit will knock you flat on your ass after one shot if you haven't." Ron said nervously I looked at Ron and smirked.
"I've been drinking all of my life, bud. I'm gonna drink this shit and still be 100 times more sober than you two."
"Alright man. If you say so." He raised his glass. "Social, boys!" We approached him and clinked our glasses together.
"Bottems up, men." So we drank. And drank. And drank a little bit more. And maybe just a tiny bit more after that. I held true to my agreement. I was smashed as a mother fucker, but they were puking their brains out.
"Alright, matessss! Zat vas very vun! No couldsss you sstop puking? I sssink your mommy isss coming, Ronny! HAHA I madez a rhyme!" My drunk ass managed to squeakout about that much before Mrs. Weasley stormed into the room
HAHA! Cliffy, dontcha know? Well I'll post again as soon as I can.
"I know, man. I know. It's hard. It truly is, but don't fret. Ron and I are gonna find you a girl as soon as we get to Hogwarts. And trust me, bro. There are some fine candidates at that school."
"I heard that!" Hermione yelled across the table.
"Don't worry, Hermione. Harry is just trying to be nice to me." I said trying to save my brother's ass. She looked at me, smiled and went back to eating her food.
"Thank you! I would have never heard the last of that, Drake."
"Haha, what are brother's for?"
"I don't really know. Just got one today."
"Ah anyway. What do you guys do for fun around here?"
"Well, Ron and I play quidditch or sometimes when we are bored we get smashed up in his room and go out and light shit on fire."
"Well I have no clue what quidditch is, but I do know that getting smashed is a prime candidate for fun tonight." He grinned and called Ron over to us.
"Oy, Ron. You up for a welcoming party celebration for Drake here?" Ron looked back at us and gave us a funny smirk.
"Course I am! What type of people would we be if we didn't bring, young Drakkenn, into the group properly! Harry! To the room!" Ron pointed up the stairs gallantly and ran up the steep set of stairs swiftly. Harry sighed.
"He always has to dramatize these things. Ask him if he wants a drink and he turns it into a noble quest. Oh well, Might as well follow him." And with that Harry and I ascended upon the steep stairs or the Weasley house. It seemed like forever until they finally reached Ron's room.
"Jesus that's a long walk!"
"Yea you'll get used to it." He pushed open the door and led me inside. This room was amazing. It really was exquisite, just your average teenage bedroom. Completely messy with posters stuck up all over the walls. But one wall was completely dedicated to holding bottles upon bottles of drinks. You could certainly pick your poison here. Bacardi 101, Gold, Silver, O, Razz, Limon. Russian Vodka, Finlandia, Grey Goose, Smirnoff. Cold Turkey, and Glenlevit.
"Holy shit, bro! Dude! I mean. wow!" They both smiled at me. Ron walked up to the wall and got two bottles. Cold Turkey and Grey Goose. He tossed the Grey Goose to Harry and popped open his whiskey. Harry walked over to the wall, pulling me along. He grabbed two shot glasses.
"Have your choice, mate. You're gonna need a shot glass it your drinking anything but Glenlivet." As I looked over my selection the Bacardi 101 warning label came into view.
"Flame arrester on top, liquid is highly flammable and extremely intoxicating, hmmmm.. I want this one!" Harry's jaw dropped and Ron looked at me like I was a ghost.
"Umm, Drakkenn, have you, ummm, built up your alcohol tolerance yet? Cause that shit will knock you flat on your ass after one shot if you haven't." Ron said nervously I looked at Ron and smirked.
"I've been drinking all of my life, bud. I'm gonna drink this shit and still be 100 times more sober than you two."
"Alright man. If you say so." He raised his glass. "Social, boys!" We approached him and clinked our glasses together.
"Bottems up, men." So we drank. And drank. And drank a little bit more. And maybe just a tiny bit more after that. I held true to my agreement. I was smashed as a mother fucker, but they were puking their brains out.
"Alright, matessss! Zat vas very vun! No couldsss you sstop puking? I sssink your mommy isss coming, Ronny! HAHA I madez a rhyme!" My drunk ass managed to squeakout about that much before Mrs. Weasley stormed into the room
HAHA! Cliffy, dontcha know? Well I'll post again as soon as I can.