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[dracoslytherin]

Talk to me.

Yes, I do mean you.

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[mad_leprechaun]

*groaning and looking even more unhealthy than usual*

Fuck that. I've got one bitch of a hangover, man.

[dracoslytherin]

Then why drink? *pointed arch of the eyebrow*

[mad_leprechaun]

*pointed glare in return* To piss off snot-nosed little blond kids like you. Best reason in the goddamn world.

[dracoslytherin]

*somewhat amused* My dear Sweeney, how does that work for you? You're the one with the pain in the form of a hangover, yes? I am not ticked off as much as incredulous as to why you want to ruin your clarity with drink.

[mad_leprechaun]

*growling* We'll see who's fucken ticked off when I fucken heave all over your fucken magical-ass shoes.

[dracoslytherin]

*frowns slightly* You had better not... *takes out his wand and adds cautiously* You know. I could cure that hangover for you. Quick and easy. You'll feel much better.

[mad_leprechaun]

*sniffs* I've got some pride, thanks. Besides, you might just blast my head off.

[dracoslytherin]

I can assure you that I am highly skilled and because I like you - though Salazar knows why - I would do as I say and not trick you.