(302): I woke up this morning with my shirt on upside down.
(1-302): You mean inside out.
(302): No, upside down. I ripped the neck hole in the process of getting it around my waist.
"Upside Down"
"We need to stop partying like this, mate."
"Don't be such a pansy, Adrian."
"Says the one who turned down a Quidditch contract with the Falmouth Falcons because his girlfriend thought they played dirty."
"They do!"
"Since when has that ever stopped you?"
"I never-"
"1993, Slytherin versus Gryffindor, game three – chaser unconscious thanks to being herded into a supporter's tower; 1990, Slytherin versus Ravenclaw, game seven – Keeper's nose broken, wrist sprained – I can name more, Marcus, they're just the ones that come to mind straight away."
"Fine. I may have performed some borderline illegal moves, but-"
"But nothing, you're turning Hufflepuff in your old age. Anyway, back to me and my problems. I can't keep up with this partying lifestyle anymore. I woke up this morning with my shirt on upside down."
"You mean inside out."
"No, upside down. I ripped the neck hole in the process of getting it around my waist."
Marcus Flint looked disbelievingly at his oldest friend. "How is that even possible?"
"Drinking excessive amounts of Firewhiskey doesn't usually leave room for logic. I forced it on."
Marcus snickered at his mate, ignoring the irritated glare directed at him. "If I buy you another shirt, will you shut up about this 'no-partying' nonsense?"
"Make it two shirts and a bottle of Ogden's and I'm silenced." Adrian bartered, watching as Marcus weighed up the deal.
"Done, you absolute mork."
Wheee, I like Adrian and Marcus. They're cool kids.