Drabble:97
POV:Third Person
Drinking. Rose would never have believed it could be this amusing if she hadn't witnessed it.
In what was probably the weirdest Thanksgiving gathering ever, all her friends and family had gathered in her and Dimitri's apartment for dinner. As most of them (including the Queen and the guardians) would get a holiday the next day, no one had refrained from bringing alcohol-beer, wine, scotch, brandy, vodka (yep, Adrian), champagne, etc-and in good quantities.
And all the bloody idiots had drunk so much that lighting a matchstick in the near vicinity would probably bring down the whole house down in flames. And Rose couldn't drink. At all. Thanks to Dimitri. Thanks to being knocked up. Not that she hadn't enjoyed being knocked up, but that was beside the point. Not drinking, not embracing her role as 'wild Hathaway' had pissed off her. At first. But now…now, she was glad to remain sober. Because the scene unfolding before her was too good to be missed.
Lissa, happily drunk on cider (yep, cider. Amateur couldn't even hold her drink), was repeatedly reciting Humpty-Dumpty and after every recital bowing her head and whispering Amen. Christian on the other hand, was mumbling about extortionist pandas and shaking his head. Jill was trying to explain chess to Abe, but they both ended up getting distracted after every few minutes, complimenting each other's attire (Jill: That's a wonderful scarf, Mr. Mazur. Purple really brings out your tan. Abe: Why thank you! Go ahead and call me Abe, princess. And if I might say so, your spangled skirt is tres-chic. *cue giggles*). Rose had hardly ever seen anything more hilariously disturbing.
Then, there were Adrian, Mia and Janine-of all people, Janine-who were discussing court gossip and who-was-hooking-up-with-who. Sydney (sneakily inebriated by Adrian mixing absinthe with her orange juice) was humming 'It's raining men', while frowning at an off-center bow wrapped on a present someone had brought. Speaking of Dimitri, he and Alberta were deeply engrossed in a game of 'You're awesome. No you're awesome. But you're awesomer!' which was being refereed by Eddie, whenever he looked away from the TV set, which was airing some sit-com.
And Rose, sitting at the table, and nursing her orange juice (forced into her hands by Sydney, who claimed it would be 'very' beneficial for the baby, which spurred Dimitri to order 5 litres of it from the supermarket for the next day) smiled at the scene indulgently.
In the next few hours, after the group drained the entire stock of alcohols in the apartment, a few things happened that Rose probably would never be able to erase from her mind, most of which Rose did photograph for extraneous purposes. No names shall be taken, but let's just say there was a 'Cupid Shuffle' dance-a-thon, a how-low-can-you-go, some disturbing dirty-dancing, some terrible karaoke performances (that rivaled wailing cats), some Shakespeare reading in wannabe-British accents, sing-along-to-jingles and abuse of elemental magic, among others. And people thought Rose was crazy! Yeah, right!
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And so far what would be your favourite moment? This may or may not have something to do with soon-to-be-penned drabble 100, just saying :p Cheers!