I KNOW I KNOW. I'm sorry it's been literal ages. It's just that I've been getting a lot of hits on my stories recently, so I just really wanted to write something. Although tbh I'm kind of running out of drabble ideas. I haven't really written anything in a long long time and I'm kind of getting back into it now, so be patient with me. Anyway, I hope you all like this :)
"How drunk do you have to be before you'll kiss me?"
"A lot drunker than this, James. Pretty sure it would take a whole crate of firewhiskey to make me do something that stupid," Lily laughed and downed the rest of her glass.
James frowned. "Really? A whole crate? At this point I thought it would only take a bottle."
"Prongs, you think too highly of yourself. Lily has standards," Sirius laughed,
"Exactly," Lily said, refilling her glass and then clinking it against Sirius'. "Cheers."
"To the standards of Lily and the failures of Prongs!"
"Its like your trying to make me want to murder you, Padfoot." James sulked, chugging the rest of his firewhiskey. "One day, Lily."
"In your dreams, Potter."
"You called me James earlier."
"I'm too drunk to remember what I did three minutes ago, Potter."
"In that case," James said, leaning over, stopping a mere inch from her face. "Will you remember if I kiss you?"
Lily's green eyes stared into his for a long moment. "Probably not," she whispered, his breath warm on her face. She closed her eyes and held her breath expectantly.
James leaned forward even more, literal millimetres from her lips. "That's what I thought," he whispered, before flopping back down in his chair. "I'd prefer to wait until you aren't smashed."
Lily opened her eyes slowly and James could swear he say disappointment. Her cheeks burned red.
Sirius burst out laughing, clutching his stomach. "Well, well, who has the standards now?"
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