Pairing: James/Lily
Prompt: Ever (I had no idea how to use it. I just repeated the word.)& #160 Amnesia
Word count(not incl a/n): 495- which was my limit. No more no less allowed.
Challenge: The character drabble prompt with a twist & Word drabble challenge 2 & 'If you dare...' challenge
Note: This is kind of like a cross between a free-verse and a drabble, hemce all the formatting, if I should remove it, tell me. It was an experiment. But do be polite about it. :)
"Are you serious? You've never had a drop of firewhiskey in your life?" Sirius asked incredulously, "Oi, James wanna watch your girlfriend get drunk?"
Lily shook her head, "There is no way in Hell you are getting me drunk, Black."
Sirius smirked, "Oh, we'll see about that."
James stepped in, "C'mon Lils! It'll be fun. You don't have to get drunk, just...live a little."
She knew it would end badly, she shouldn't have said yes, but they gave her no choice.
"Consider it a challenge Lily, prove to us that you are worthy of being James's girlfriend by drinking. We'll see how well you can hold your liquor, Little Lightweight."
"What on earth makes you think I'm a lightweight?" Lily cried indignantly, before realizing her fatal mistake.
Sirius smirked and handed her a glass. "Drink up, Evans, prove us wrong."
And that was the last time Lily Marie Evans ever listened to Sirius Black. Or James Potter for that matter.
Lily scowled, and cursed Sirius for exploiting her weakness- she couldn't say no to a challenge. Lily kept her furious gaze locked onto Sirius's as she drank, trying not to wince at the burning sensation it left as the drink slipped down her throat. His smirk grew.
There was a part of her brain telling her that this was a bad idea, that was the rational part. The smart and sensiblepart, the part that knew Sirius Black was bad news.
Another glass of firewhiskey soon made those pesky, sensible, rationalthoughts vanished.
Maybe it was true, what Sirius said, maybe Lily was a lightweight, but she didn't care. She felt more free than she had in a long time.
All she ever wanted was...another glass of firewhiskey. She felt delightfully happy, and she figured this must be 'the buzz' that everybody talked about when they drank.
James, who was also 'slightly buzzed' or rather, drunk, grabbed her small hand and pulled her up onto the nearest table where he put his arm around her waist and dipped her back, planting a long kiss on her lips.
When Lily was sober, these kisses felt like fire running through her veins, however the fact that she had had one too many drinks, meant that the rush she felt was more like an inferno.
And it was the best feeling ever.
"Lily," James said solemnly, quite coherently for someone who had drunk as much as he had, "I think I love you."
Lily smiled goofily, she wouldn't remember saying this in the morning, she was sure of that, but something compelled her to say it anyway, "I think I love you too."
And his smile was so perfect, she thought he looked like a fallen angel.
He kissed her again. This time it was like an eruption.
She woke up the next morning on the couch with a killer headache not remembering a thing.
She shook her head, vowing to never, ever, drink again.
