Well, I should be revising. But seeing as I spent my GCSE revision time writing Seeing, and got good results, I'm trying to repeat the pattern. I now have soooo many DVDs to watch- I bought Rocky Horror Picture Show and Life of Brian, and the day before it was Withnail and I and Butch Cassidy. Hee hee… I was naughty, spending my money. And then I bought manga… And it snowed!Yay!

Songs- Pretty Woman by Roy Orbison, Don't Stop Me by Queen, Friends Will Be Friends again by Queen, Build Me Up Buttercup by The Foundations, and Tequila by The Champs.

"A toast!" James lifted his glass solemnly. "To Lily, my flower!"

Sirius clinked his glass to James', not noticing that half of the liquid sloshed out onto their hands. "To Lily! My flower!"

As can be seen, they were drunk. It was a party. A birthday party, to celebrate Sirius and Remus turning eighteen. Every Gryffindor seventh year was in the common room, along with most of the sixth year and several people from Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff. Peter was snoring on the floor. Most people were slightly tipsy, but Remus was quite sober. He'd drunk a little, operative word being little, and now he was in charge of the drunk Marauders.

"I know what." James leaned forward, his eyes wide. "Let's go speak to Lily!" Sirius nodded slowly. Somehow they managed to pull each other up and stagger across the room, where they were surveyed haughtily over the top of a Budweiser bottle.

"What?"

James saluted. "Miss Evans. Mr Prongs and Mr Padf- Padf- Padders, are pleased to meet you."

"How much have you had to drink?"

"Pretty woman, won't you pardon me? Pretty woman, couldn't help but see, pretty now you look lovely as can be, are you lonely, just like me?" James grinned as Sirius growled suggestively.

They were dismissed with a roll of the eyes. "Go away."

The two managed to get across the room and collapse next to Remus' chair. James put his head on one knee, and Sirius took the other one. "She hates me, Remmie."

"Wait until you're not drunk, and then talk to her."

"Do you hate me, Remmie?"

Remus patted James on the head. "No, Jamesie, I love you."

Sirius hit the knee for some attention. "Do you love me?"

"Yes."

Blue eyes gazed hazily. "I love you, too. More than anything."

James tugged at Remus' shoelace. "Which one do you love the most?"

"Me," Sirius said, and lost interest. "I need another drink." James nodded, and they crawled off. Remus jumped up and followed. He wasn't going to let them spill the drink across the floor, which is what would happen if they were left unattended.

He poured out two drinks and handed them out. Then he nearly toppled over, as a dog Animagus was currently clinging to his legs. "Remmie, you're wonderful."

James nudged Sirius aside. "Yer bootiful."

Sirius slapped his friend's hands away and narrowed his eyes. "Go 'way. Rem's mine, no one else allowed to touch him. He's my wonderful beautiful Moony."

"Boys, play nice." Remus knelt down to be on their level. "You can share me."

They grinned, leaning forward to kiss him on the cheeks and push him to the ground. His struggles were pretty much useless, as their combined weights crushed him. Hot kisses, smelling of bitter alcohol, were placed along his jawline, while hands wandered lower and lower along his torso…

"Levicorpus!" The two molestors blinked and giggled in midair.

Standing up, Remus brushed himself off. "Thanks Lily." When they dropped to the floor, James copied Peter and began to snore. An elegant eyebrow was raised on Remus' face. "He can stay there. Unless they can walk, no one's coming up to our dorm." Sirius cackled from his spread out position.

"Oi, Sirius!" someone called. "Sing for us."

He stood, remarkably steady. His inebriation was only betrayed by the way he swayed in the non-existent breeze. "Tonight, I'm gonna have myself a real good time." He winked across the room at Remus. "I feel ali-i-i-ive… and the world is turning inside out, yeah, I'm floating around in ecstasy, so don't- stop- me- now," this to Remus, who had opened his mouth, "don't stop me coz I'm having a good time, having a good time. I'm a shooting star leaping through the sky, like a tiger, defying the laws of gravity. I'm a racing car passing by, like Lady Godiva," (images of a naked Sirius rushed through everyone's heads, enjoying the view and settling in to stay) "I'm gonna go, go, go, there's no stopping me, I'm burning through the sky, yeah, 200 degrees, that's why they call me Mr Fahrenheit."

"Hot!" someone called. Such a leap of imagination.

"I'm travelling at the speed of light, I'm wanna make a supersonic man outta you." He did a little twirl and pointed at Remus, who sank into the nearest chair with his hand over his eyes. "Don't stop me now! I'm having such a good time, I'm having a ball." Someone wolf-whistled. "Don't stop me now! If you wanna have a good time, just give me a call." He winked, somehow managing to hit on the whole room at once. "Don't stop me now, don't stop me- I don't wanna stop at all." Sirius stopped, bowed with a flourish, and cross the room to sit on Remus' lap.

"Merlin, you're heavy."

"Tis all the drink." Sirius leant back until his head was resting on Remus' shoulder. "Rem, I need the loo."

"Then go to the loo."

"Where is it?"

"Up the stairs, where it normally is."

"Oh." There was a short pause. "Can you go for me?"

Remus pushed some of Sirius' hair behind his ear, and repeated the motion on himself. "Don't think it quite works that way."

Sirius nodded. "It does."

On the floor James woke up with a start. "Drink! Feck! Arse!"

Remus quirked an eyebrow. "In what order?"

"Drink first." He knelt up, rubbing his eyes. "Drink with me." Sirius slithered off Remus, who shrugged and followed. It was his party, after all.

He poured out drinks, and was about to take a swig when Sirius stopped him. "Gotta have a toast. Take it in turns."

James lifted his glass. "To the Marauders, and all magical mischief makers, coz we, and they, rock." They downed their drinks, and Remus refilled the glasses.

"To love, which makes us better than animals."

"To Quidditch, best game ever, and Falmouth Falcons, best team ever, no matter what James says."

The aforementioned Head Boy frowned. "I was gonna do that. To… cinema, best muggle invention ever." Sirius shuddered, and Remus patted him on the knee reassuringly.

"To new moon, as far from full moon as possible."

"To pigs, who give us bacon which is ok, and sausages, which are the food of the gods." A nostalgic smiled crossed Sirius' face as Remus refilled the glasses rather unsteadily. He might have been able to hyold his drink, but six successive glass downings can make anyone 'tipsy'.

"To Lily, my angel."

"To American Blue Gum flower, coz it smells luverly."

"To balls… which amuse me when I'm a dog." (What were you dirty minded people thinking about?)

"To Sirius, even though he is a spoilt brat, and Remus, even though he tell me off."

"To James, even though he's an arrogant bastard, and Sirius, even though he irritates me constantly."

"To Remus, even though he won't spend time with me, and James, even though he's obsessed with Lily."

The three of them looked at each other, and hugged, bursting into tears. "It's not easy love, but you got friends you can trust. Friends will be friends, when you're in need of love they give you care and attention. Friends will be friends, when you're through with life and all hope is lost, hold out your hand coz right till the end, friends will be friends."

Peter woke up at the end of this, blinking his eyes owlishly. "Huh?"

"Missed the moment, Wormy."

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The four lounged around, none of them having the capacity to actually sit upright. They thought they were, but then again Sirius also thought that dogs couldn't look up.

"Telling you, they can't. I can't, when I'm Padfoot."

"That's just coz you're an idiot."

"Oo, lookie!" James pointed, and the movement made him topple over onto Peter's legs. "It's Padders's's's ex, the one he dumped!"

Sure enough, stood above them was Laura. She had tears in her eyes, and her mascara had run to give her panda eyes. She glared at them, and began to sing. "Why do you build me up, buttercup baby, just to let me down? You mess me around, and then worst of all, you never come baby when you say you will, but I love you still. I need you, more than anything baby, I knew that our love from the start… build me up, buttercup, don't break my heart." She finished hopefully, her hand outstretched towards Sirius.

He stuck out his tongue at her, and giggled. "Nah, don't want you. I got Remsiekins, and Jamesiepoo, and Peteybaby. So," he blew a raspberry, "off."

When she'd run away sobbing up the stairs, Remus poked Sirius in the head. "What she mean by never coming when you said you would?"

James giggled. "Hee hee, Padders got problems in the bedroom!"

"Piss off! I don't love her, and couldn't betray my one true love like that." He stuck his head on one side. "Know what I want now?"

Remus shook his head groggily, trying to get his point across. "Do-d-don't say-"

"Tequila!" Sirius smiled perkily, picking up a bottle and placing it on the table.

Peter mimed a guitar, sitting by the fire. James picked up one of the empty beer cans to use it as a drum, and Remus jumped onto the chair to mime playing a saxophone. "Tequila," Sirius said with a wink.

Remus went into a virtuoso solo, an amazing achievement seeing as he didn't actually have an instrument. "Tequila."

Now it was James' turn, and he went crazy with his beer can. It ended up halfway across the room when he threw it at the wall. "Tequila!"

All four of them picked up their shots and chucked them back.

Buttercup- that is what happens when you work in a place with singing flowers and too much time on your hands to consider the lyrics. Hee hee…