Title: Where Are You Going?

Series: Winter Tidings

Author: Jmaria

Rating: Pg-13

Disclaimer: I don't own Robin or Tonks. Joss and J.K. Rowlings owns them. I don't own the title either, the Dave Matthews Band does.

FfA Pairing: #675 Robin / Tonks (HP)

A/N: Set after book 5 (where Nymphandora Tonks is introduced)

Where Are You Going?

"Oi! Watch it!" Tonks snapped, trying to balance herself as she stumbled over her own feet.

Tears blurred her already drunken vision. She'd stopped counting after two shots. There'd been quite a few thrown back. She'd remember in the morning why she hated Firewhiskey. But tonight she'd needed it. She was sick of the pitying glances and angry stares. Molly was miffed at her because she'd heard that Tonks had broken things off with Charlie. Harry was angry at everyone, but had taken it out on her because she'd been the nearest one.

Her heart hurt. Her favorite cousin was dead, and all she'd done was gotten herself knocked out during the battle. She couldn't bear Charlie's can-do spirit anymore, she'd been fighting with Kingsley, Harry was just bitter and angry, and she felt like an absolute failure. Thus explaining the vast quantity of Firewhiskey she'd wolfed down. Which only led her to thinking about the sorrowful, while still dead sexy, Remus Lupin who mourned over Sirius' death. Which explained the Butterbeer chasers shed had.

Now, at half past two, she was stumbling through the darkened alleyways of London because she was too soused to apparate safely home. Until she'd bumped into this jack-off. Bloody Yank.

"Whoa, there. You might want to rest here for a bit." Big strong hands supported her sagging body. She smacked at him, even though the feel of his hands felt rather nice.

"I'm prefectly capa- don't tell me. Bugger it, I'm a big girl and I can walk if - geroff, you bum sucker!" Tonks slapped at him, well at one of him. There seemed to be three at the moment.

"Not that I don't think you capable of the act of walking, but you can barely stand up straight for two seconds." He said as she started to slid down again.

"I've functioning leggers. I can manhandle it." Tonks slurred, squinting her eyes. Oh, he wasn't half bad looking. Bugger it, she wasn't looking for a hot shag.

"You can't even talk straight. You know those friends you use as a gage to see if you've drunk too much? Well, sweetheart tonight you are that friend."

"Bugger off, assinate." Tonks jerked her hand out, slapping at his chest. Ooh, he had a nice firm man boob. "Nice man boob."

"C'mon, let's see if we can get some coffee in you."

"Not 'posed to give a drunk caffe - that stimu thing. Makes em angry and bouncy." Tonks giggled.

"I think I'll risk it."

"I think I'll rent it." Tonks laughed at her own joke.
"I'm Robin Wood."

"Wood! I know 'im, he's a keeper."

"And you would be?"

"Tonks. Nymphan-bloody-dora Tonks. Call me Tonks." She hiccupped, which led to another laughing jag.

Robin stared at this insanely drunk girl. When was he gonna stop trying to save all the party girls?