Well, I enjoyed writing the first one, so here is another chapter of Drinking Games in the Gryffindor Common Room! I hope you enjoy it. JKR owns! cheers!
Shots
"Time for the Quidditch after party boys," Sirius Black said breezily to his three friends as they arrived in their dormitory. "Now, I know we're all used to getting smashed without a thought during these, and falling into bed with a random bird after-" James laughed. "Actually, Padfoot, that's usually you that falls into bed with some bird. The rest of us have the common sense to snog whoever it is in the common room." He continued to laugh. Sirius shot him a look before continuing,
"Anyway, I don't want to do that this time!" he told the astonished group.
Remus stared at his friend. "Wait, you, Sirius Black, don't want to get abso-fucking-lutely smashed at a party partly in your honor?" he asked in horror. James and Peter stared at the two others. Here was prefect Remus Lupin, having to persuade Sirius Black to get smashed?
"You're Sirius fucking Black. Why is it that Moony is convincing you to get smashed after a bloody brilliant Quidditch match?" James asked his best friend, a little worriedly.
"That's not what I said guys!" Sirius wailed, "What I meant was that I wanted to play a game that would cause me to get sodding wasted!" he exclaimed with enthusiasm. The other Marauders gave him an incredulous look. "What?" he asked then, a little bit down that they weren't so keen on his idea. The other three looked at each other, as if silently drawing straws mentally. Peter cursed under his breath and spoke up.
"Well, Sirius, it's just that we just had a drinking game. Remember on Halloween when we played I've Never?" he asked cautiously. Sirius just looked at him and said, "Well so? So what if we just had a drinking game?" he asked. It was apparently James's turn to respond.
"Well, it was hard enough getting Lily to agree to one game where everyone gets deliberately smashed…" he trailed off. Remus picked up with, "Yeah, she's the good prefect, remember?"
Sirius just looked at his three friends, an astonished look on his face. "Well was that your only problem with it?" he asked them. There was a general murmur of agreement and nods of heads. "Good Merlin I thought you had a problem with the idea!" he nearly yelled at them. They looked astonished. Remus shook his head again.
"Padfoot, you haven't even told us your grand sodding idea yet," he pointed out. Sirius grinned.
"Oh don't worry Moony," he smirked, "You'll find out all about it soon enough," he continued as he walked out the door, leaving the other three Marauders just as confused as they had been in the beginning.
TWO HOURS LATER
The party had just started, and the Marauders were in their dorms per Sirius's request, waiting. That's when he walked in with Lily Evans, Marlene McKinnon, Mary Macdonald, and Olivia Moody in tow. All the sixth years stood in the Marauder dorm, and the three Marauders were wondering where this was going. Knowing Sirius, it might be life threatening. Lily spoke up.
"So, judging by the looks on your faces, Sirius hasn't told you what the hell we plan on doing tonight either?" she asked them, laughing lightly. Marlene jumped in at that moment.
"Well, Sirius and I had an idea for getting smashed tonight," she said slyly. The others exchanged worried glances.
"What exactly did you have in mind, Marlene?" James asked slowly.
"Well we," Marlene said, putting the emphasis on we, "Heard about this game from some of the Ravenclaws after their…defeat party," she sniggered. "And Sirius will tell you the re-"
"JUST TELL US YOUR SODDING IDEA!" Remus yelled, taking all of them by surprise. He looked taken aback himself. Sirius just rolled his eyes.
"I always knew Remus was nothing but a closet alcoholic. Anyway, we're going to play SHOTS!" he exclaimed. This was met by generally blank faces around the room.
"Sirius, we always take shots," Lily explained, as if to a four year old. He was already shaking his head.
"No, no Lils, this is different!" he said, his face shining with excitement, "I'll explain how we play: every time someone says the word 'Quidditch,' we take a shot. Whatever's around," he continued, "firewhiskey, regular whiskey, tequila…we have almost everything," he smirked. Marlene continued where Sirius left off, "This means, however, that we have to stick together tonight. Keep each other accountable and all that shit," she laughed. Lily and Remus looked a little incredulous, but in the end agreed, and the sixth year Gryffindors made their way down to the party.
"Potter! Black! That was a bloody excellent Quidditch match out there!"
"I can't believe how well you two play Quidditch! Merlin that was a game!"
"Potter, you've put together an excellent Quidditch team this year."
"Marlene, don't you just love Quidditch? Always a good excuse for a party."
"Lily I saw you at the Quidditch match today, are you finally coming around to the sport?"
The group looked at each other. It had hardly been fifteen minutes. They all turned to Sirius, who was holding eight shot glasses stacked up on top of each other, grinning. Lily shook her head and turned to Olivia.
"Merlin, this is going to be a long night. Bloody Quidditch."
By midnight, the sixth year Gryffindors were very, very drunk. They'd had to switch to cups of butterbeer after a couple hours, for fear of passing out before the party was over. The players of the game were hardly keeping each other "accountable" any more. Sirius was off in a corner with not one, not two, but three girls, taking the time to snog each one in shifts. Mary, the smallest of the group, was passed out on one of the couches, where a very drunk Peter was snogging Cera Soelo, and an equally gone Olivia Moody was asleep on top of some other person, also asleep. James's face was numb, and he was still holding a half-full cup of butterbeer. Remus Lupin and Lily were off in a corner, talking about absolutely nothing, trying to stay in their right minds, and failing.
James walked overto them and sat on one of the stairs. He missed and ended up on the on below them.
"So how goes it with my two faaavoritte Gryfflepuff prefectorios?" he slurred. Lily fell into a fit of giggles, holding her own empty cup. Remus hiccupped.
"I think it's safe to say…I think it's safe…wait I said already that…" he tried to say, but couldn't quite get the words right.
"Sirius is a bloody twit," Lily slurred, goofily smiling at the two boys, but meaning every word she thought she said. It really came out more like, "Sirius is a…" before passing out in Remus's lap.
The next day, all eight sixth years woke up with pounding headaches. They were laid out on various covers and cushions in the Marauder dormitory.
"What the hell happened? And why am I in here?" she whispered to James, who was clearly awake, but had his eyes shut tight against the light streaming through the window.
"Well, after multiple attempts trying to get you girls up those fucking stairs, we decided this was best," he whispered back, equally as hungover as Lily. She shook her head.
"Fucking Merlin. That is the last time we play a drinking game in the Gryffindor common room."
well, review! any feedback is welcome. should i continue? i hope you liked it!