Draco Harry some drinking of hard liqueur.
"Love is a fickle beast" Draco spat before he threw back his fifth shot of whiskey.
"Women are fickle beasts." Harry corrected him, sitting and taking a swig from his beer.
"How true." Draco laughed. "Wife angry at you too?"
"Kicked me out. She's not angry, she is furious." Harry snorted, lifting the bottle to his lips. "You?"
"She's drunk and I know better than to be around a drunken wife when I'm not." Draco swayed on his stool a bit, unsteady from all of his drink.
"HA! If only mine got drunk, then my problems would all be solved."
Author's Note: Sorry for the delay, I'm behind in everything. Don't you just hate that?
Anyways, Harry and Draco met up in a bar and are too drunk to care who they're talking to, and they are complaining about thier wives. My editor read this and she said, and I quote, "WTF?" NOT KIDDING.
Anyhoo, I love reviews, and I've been getting alot of hits and stuffs, but no reviews or ANYTHING.
Aw, please review guys. i know you're out there.