~afterparty~
Let go of all reason, because Pandora's box has been opened.
Nothing makes sense anymore but just enjoy the moment.
This is the afterparty.
"Theo, you messy mother–" Blaise cursed as he adjusted his hold on his drunk friend. Theo was absolutely wasted and walking like a marionette with only one string holding him together.
Normally, Theo has a good alcohol tolerance, but once he gets in one too many drinks, things start to get messy.
Harry was holding Theo's other side to keep him upright. Truth be told, if Daphne hadn't told him to not drink much, he would probably be in the same situation as Theo.
"Luv ya guys… you too, Pots." Theo slurred as Blaise and Harry dragged him away.
Blaise simply grunted while Harry just chuckled at his confession.
Some of their friends already went home, while others still stayed at the pub they rented out. Since Theo was long gone, the girls decided it was time for him to go home.
This meant Blaise and Harry would have to carry him around since they were the only ones sober enough to bring their friend home.
"Mate, you really shouldn't have drank too much," Blaise complained as he adjusted Theo again after he almost slipped.
"Yeah, I don't think Hermione was amused with you," Harry added with a chuckle as he tightened his hold on him.
"Shite!" Theo cursed at the mention of Hermione's name and tried to stand up.
Despite magic existing, Theo did not magically sober up in an instant. Rather than regaining his strength and consciousness, the Nott scion doubled over and threw up in front of his two friends.
"Nott, these were new!" Blaise raged as his leather shoes got stained with Theo's puke while Harry quickly grabbed his wand and appliedscourgifyon the hem of his pants.
"You are rotten, mate." Harry scrunched his face as Theo proceeded to fall down face first on his own mess.
Harry and Blaise looked at each other and shared a moment of silence between the two before nodding at each other and going to work.
Harry cleaned up Theo and his mess, while Blaise grabbed the handkerchief from Theo's pocket and fiddled with it. After a while, Blaise slapped the handkerchief on Theo's chest, and their friend disappeared with apop!
"Where did you drop him?" Harry asked as they walked back to the pub.
"On his lawn," Blaise answered as he checked his shoes, and gave a nod of approval seeing it clean again.
"Daphne's going to kill me." Harry chuckled, realizing that she was going to find out they just portkeyed their friend rather than actually bringing him home.
"Good luck with that mate, I'll be waiting for you in the afterlife," Blaise replied with a smirk.
"Should we check on him?" Harry asked as he stopped a few paces away from the pub.
"Scared?" Blaise asked with one eyebrow raised.
"I plan on proposing to Daphne soon, I can't really do that when I'm dead," Harry said with a smile. Blaise's eyes widened slightly at his friend's confession and looked around if anyone heard it.
He immediately smiled and offered Harry a hand, to which he shook firmly.
"You got balls, Potter. Good for you!" Blaise laughed as the two ran to a nearby apparition point to make sure Theo would be situated rather than sleeping on his lawn until morning.
a/n
Hi, so this probably the only author's note you'll get from this collection and I'm just gonna say it right now that "afterparty" is simply a collection of brain farts. It's nothing serious and fancy. It's just a bunch of nonsense that needs an outlet. Who knows some of you might enjoy these brain farts. Also, no beta reads for this one to fully capture the essence of an afterparty (LMAO).
So, thank you for reading and I hope this amuses you. Have a great day/evening ahead!