My version of the Wine cellar antics
Lyra and Roger had just found their way to the wine cellar, thanks to her Uncle's little talk, and were busy looking for Gobblers.
"Hey, Roger look at this one!" Roger looked over at his Lyra, she had the greenest, twisted-est, oldest looking bottle from one of the back corners of the room.
"Wow Lyra! I wonder what it tastes like!" Lyra looked at her companion with pride. She really had rubbed off on him. Pantalaimon turned into a moth and flew up to hear.
"What are you doing? We're not supposed to be down here let alone drinking the stuff!" She waved Pan off. It was then she realized she didn't have a cork screw, so she very carefully broke off the top of the bottle.
"You try it first Lyra." Roger said. She looked over at Pan who was just shaking her head, she threw him a look and took a huge swig from the bottle. She choked, and coughed, and sputtered as the drink burned the back of her throat. Rogers eyes grew to the size of saucers. Lyra passed him the bottle,
"Uh… Lyra, I'm not so sure I…" The look Lyra was giving him shut him up. Maybe she hadn't rubbed off as much as she thought. Pan looked over at Rogers daemon pitifully, Roger swallowed his fear, grabbed the bottle, and took a bigger swig then Lyra did. He too coughed and sputtered as Lyra laughed.
"I didn't look like that did I?" It was Pan's turn to laugh, because Lyra had looked exactly the same as Roger had. They passed the bottle between each other and gradually the burning sensation was no longer felt in the back of the throat, and they were beginning to enjoy the fuzzy feeling in their heads. They forgot about looking for the Gobblers and keeping quiet. They entertained themselves by trying to find more of the twisty green bottles, while their daemons followed and became more and more muddled and clumsy, they were just laughing their way through the rows of liquor.
They were finishing off their bottle when Roger's daemon and Lyra's daemon started to change into gargoyles, each trying to out ugly the other. Then, Lyra and Roger began to feel ill. Roger was the first to throw up, Lyra laughed, silly Roger throwing up. Of course she soon followed the trend.
"And they like doing this?" Roger asked his face slightly green, his daemon lying across his shoulder.
"Yes, and so do I." Lyra replied with as much dignity as she could muster.
She got back to her room with a splitting headache.
"I did tell you not to drink the stuff" Pan said icily he obviously did not respond well to hangovers. Lyra stuck her tongue out at him and put a pillow over her head to block out the noise and light.