Creativity Month - Road Trip!AU
"The wheels on the bus go round and round," Seamus sang drunkenly, a bottle of beer in his hand.
"Well, I s'pose he's out for the count," Neville said, jerking his thumb back as Seamus continued to sing obnoxiously, his voice scratchy and raspy.
"You think?" Dean snorted, who was at the wheel. "He's just getting started. There's a lot more booze in the back."
Three audible groans were heard. Ron pursed his lips as Harry rolled his eyes.
"Let's hope he'll leave some for us, because by the end of this trip, we're going need it."
"What happened?" Seamus whispered groggily, stirring and wincing. "The last thing I remember is opening a bottle..."
"You were drunk," Ron informed him shortly.
"...Oh." He rubbed his forehead. "My head hurts like mad."
"Here. I figured since we decided to bring so much alcohol, we'd need to bring the pills as well." Neville stood over him, a bottle of hangover pills in his hand. He popped it open and passed one to Seamus, who took it gratefully.
"Thanks, mate."
"Who know Glasgow had so many sexy women?" Seamus winked at a curvaceous blonde, who giggled.
"Speak for yourself," Harry replied, shrugging. "You don't have a girlfriend waiting for you at home- a girlfriend who I love very, very much," he added hastily to Ron, who raised a dubious eyebrow.
"Good," the redhead said, appeased.
"Oxford is so quiet," Seamus moaned, "and not nearly as many sexy women."
"Because it has a university," Dean responded evenly, "but its architecture is brilliant. I wish I hadn't left behind my sketchbook in the bus."
Seamus didn't listen to the tail end of his sentence. "That explains why all of the girls look like swots," he mumbled.
Harry shot him a look.
"You know, that was fun," Harry said idly one evening, as they sipped from bottles of beer while sprawled out on cots.
"Aside from Seamus being drunk half the time," Ron amended for him.
"Yeah, good times," Seamus muttered, shooting him a glare.
The four of them laughed.
344 words - and that's a wrap :)