Word of warning, there is a handful of f-bombs dropped in this drabble. You have been warned.

(610): You told the cops that they couldn't arrest you because they weren't hot enough to fuck.

"Official Warning"

There were several things Angelina would have liked to have been aware of before taking Katie on a Girl's Night Out. The first was the unparalleled speed at which alcohol affected her; the second, her propensity for violence when intoxicated; and the third, the noticeable downward spiral regarding her usually polite language and Good Decision-making ability.

Naturally, everything had started out quite pleasantly: Angelina had invited Katie along with Alicia and a number of workmates for a bit of a party and a night out – celebrate being young and all that. Kates had always been a good laugh at Hogwarts, but younger than her other Chaser teammates by a year or so, she'd never really gotten in on the drinking while they were at school together. Now, however, they were in the real world, and they were planning on having a bloody good time of it.

Unfortunately, Katie had started with Firewhiskey. Hazardously, they'd allowed her to take shots. A poor decision, looking back on it, but then, the Past is always seen with twenty-twenty vision.

In the Present, however, Katie was busy sleeping on Angelina's couch, an arm flung over her tired, hung-over eyes, hugging a cushion tightly to her chest. She awoke, ungracefully, with a start that caused her to fall to the floor with a dull thud.

"Bugger it all," she said, her voice slightly muffled by the carpet. She rolled over, or tried to, anyway. There was a body sprawled beside her.

"Get off me, you tart," Alicia muttered groggily, pushing the younger girl out of her personal space. She groaned. "Oh, God, my head!"

"I don't remember anything," Katie said, lying limply on the ground in lieu of staggering to her feet as Ang stepped quietly out of the kitchen.

"You mightn't, but I do!" Alicia retorted. "Remind me never to go out drinking with you again."

"Why?"

Alicia pulled a cushion off the chair behind her, smothering her face with it.

Angelina piped up in her stead, "You told the cops that they couldn't arrest you because they weren't hot enough to fuck – your words."

"Well, fuck," Katie stated, summing up her feelings succinctly. Then she grimaced. "How did we even get to the cops?"

Alicia lifted the cushion to glare pointedly before hiding behind it once more.

"Ah."

"Yes, ah," Ang agreed. "You were flashing them, and every single other person who happened walked past us. Those three old men didn't seem to mind, though," she added thoughtfully. "Oh, and you assaulted one of the cops. Got him right in the jewels."

"And I'm not in a cell, how?" Katie asked judiciously, incredulity painted on her features.

"Alicia Confunded them. And I managed to Apparate us all out, without any splinchings. You owe us a dri- a favour." Ang amended her response quickly, thinking that drinking probably wasn't the best idea, not after the catastrophe that was the night before. "You know, or six."

"I'm so sorry, guys," Kates said meekly.

Ang smiled kindly. "Hey, don't worry. No damage, other'n your hangover, but we could've done with a bit of warning. You're the very devil when you've alcohol in you."

"If it's any consolation, I had a great time with you two last night, from what I remember."

Alicia removed the cushion, grinning cheekily, all forgiveness and friendliness (as much as one who is hungover can muster, anyway), and threw it at Katie's head. "At least next time we'll be able to stop you from offending officers of the law," she laughed, adding fondly, "You crazy woman."

End.

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