Nez: Umm... some more disclaiming... do not own Waffle House Restaurants (that goes to the South), the Blue-Collar Comedy Tour, any of the brilliant work of Ron White or Jeff Foxworthy (they get that), Coca-Cola Products (I do like vanilla, no matter what I say in here) and I most of all, don't own Tequila.

Adam: ...but you could own a bottle of it.

Fish: She can't. She's only fifteen, baka. You know that.

Adam: Yeah... but she could take it onboard an airplane.

Fish: Could not.

Nez: Actually, I could. A baby could bring a bottle of beer onboard with it, just as long as he could hold it and it can pass Customs. The nice lady in the Amsterdam International Airport told me... or us so.

Fish: You can't bring nail clippers on a plane, but you can bring a case of Tequila?

Adam and Nez: -heads shake violently- Uh-huh!

Fish: -smacks forehead- What a time we live in.

Part Eighteen: Prong's Plan

Now the royal nuisance annoyed the crap out of everybody, no one was spared. The Muffins and Lily abandoned the party early, for they were having a severe lack of patience that day and didn't want it to backfire on them. Peter took one look at Rose, squeaked that the world was going to end and ran up the stairs and didn't stop until he was underneath his bed. Fish- chan wanted to play cards again and so, she, Rose, Nehszriah and the remainder of the Maraurders sat down in the infamous seats from Part Two.

"This time, the game's 'Go Fish'," Fish-chan said, shooting James an evil look of death.

"Hey... how did I know that would happen?" he smirked. He stood up and offered to get some pop for everyone.

"Fine, but no funny business," Sirius said. James promised and went off to his secret pop reservoir. He got everyone glasses of pop, but put in Rose's glass, highly concentrated Butterbeer, which was basically the equivalent to a bottle and a half of Tequila.

"This ought to liven the party a bit," he laughed. James brought the drinks back and distributed them out.

"Yech, Vanilla Coke!!" Nehszriah groaned when she took a sip of her pop.

"Here, this is regular soda," Rose said, handing Nehszriah her glass. "I didn't even drink out of it yet."

"Thanks," Nehszriah replied, downing half the glass at once. James sat there, eyes wide. He was going to be in so much trouble...

-Half-hour later-

"I didn't want to be in public-k, they threw me into public-k. Arrest them," Nehszriah said, quite tipsy and with a thick tongue. She was going through a serious buzz and didn't even know what she was saying.

"She's reciting 'Blue-Collar Comedy Tour," Fish-chan whispered to the others. "We have to get her out of here."

"Prongs, this is all your fault!" Remus whispered.

"I meant for it to be for Rose... so she'd loosen up!"

"I hate you," Fish-chan growled at James.

"If you've ever slept in a Waffle House... you might be a red-hic-neck," Nehszriah told Rose with a heavy southern twang to her voice. Rose tried to shuffle away, but Nehszriah put her arm around her shoulder and hiccupped some more. "I don't know how anyone could sleep in a Waffle House... could –hic- you?"

"What is a 'Waffle House' or 'redneck'?" a disgusted Rose questioned, picking up Nehszriah's arm and throwing it back at the owner, who fell over onto the floor.

"Let's get you out of here," Remus said lovingly to Nehszriah as he and Sirius picked her up by the arms.

"Don't you dare throw me into the public-k," she groaned. Sirius and Remus just sighed and dragged her up the stairs, Nehszriah passing out on the way.

"Prongs, dude, you are so hexed," Sirius snapped as he came back down the stairs. He chased the poor idiot around the room until he finally hit James with a fairly strong Shuptin Shocker Spell. Over two thousand volts of electricity went through James's body, knocking him unconscious.

"What is going on?" Rose asked. "This is confusing. Tell me sis, does this happen often?"

"Umm... no. This never happens."

"Oh. Alright, I want to go home now," Rose said. She took out her wand and disappeared from sight.

"Thank Merlin, she's gone," Sirius sighed as he slumped down into a chair. Fish-chan sat down next to him and Remus sat on the adjacent sofa, all falling asleep instantly. They had decided to leave James in the middle of the common room, smoking at the ears, for he deserved it and the Muffins and Gryffindor fifth year girls were investigating the horrible fate of Nehszriah, who was telling her redneck jokes with no seemingly end. They tried to get her to make sense, but the most she could make involved ice hockey, baseball or football, which only Fuf could barely understand. In the morning though, Nehszriah was back to normal and James became a temporary vampire once again out in the Quidditch field at the pleasure of all but of course, Lily.

Nez: -puts down cordless phone- I just got off the phone with Zan.

Fish: What'd he say?

Nez: -twitch- He's having the time of his life.

Adam: About the fic!?!?

Nez: Didn't get to that.

Fish: Figures.

Adam: I never liked that one cousin...

Nez: -hits Adam up the backside of head- We are not to discuss family issues online. It isn't ethical.

Adam: Then why did you tell people that Grandma's crazy?

Nez: She is and they asked why I hadn't been online in forever, so there! –sticks out tounge-

-fight breaks out-

Fish: -rubs temple- Damn. Why me?

Rose and Fish- Deal with my methods of madness. Genius and madness do coincide every one and a while, so that you know... -crazed grin-

Fufu- I am really, really, really, -one eternity later- really sorry. I don't know why, I just haven't written the Mafia in recently. That situation will be changed though.