Drinks and Snark; Semi-closed RP for Wilson, Lily, and House

[lilypotter60]

After finding Wilson standing outside the Popcorn Room, looking lost, Lily figured that what the recently salty would need was a drink. To that end, she ushered him into the Ravenclaw common room and to the bar.

Stepping behind the counter, she grinned at Wilson. "So, mate, what'll you have?"

((Door conveniently left ajar, so feel free to

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[jewboy_wonder]

"Ah..." Wilson eyed all of the bottles and raised his eyebrows, impressed. When they said bar... they really meant bar. There was just about every bottle of everything ever made behind the counter there, and even some that he didn't recognize. "I..." He paused, considering. "Something... strong," he said carefully, giving a weak smile. "Anything, really."

[lilypotter60]

A grin flashed across Lily's face as she rummaged under the counter, bringing out a large bottle of amber liquid. "Brave man," she said solemnly, pouring two glasses. "I like that in a drinking partner."

Handing Wilson his drink, she raised her own in toast. "Cheers, James." Then she tossed back the liquid, only wincing slightly as the alcohol burned its way down. Her eyes watched the man avidly over her glass, however; a person's first experience with Firewhisky was always an interesting one.

[jewboy_wonder]

What was this anyway? It looked like some kind of whiskey. He wasn't complaining - whiskey was pretty close to the top of his list. Damning the consequences, he downed the glass she'd given him. He automatically fought the wince as his eyes watered slightly. "Good... LORD," he coughed, looking, again, thoroughly impressed. "That IS strong!"

[lilypotter60]

A laugh bubbled out despite Lily trying her hardest to keep it back. "Firewhisky," she grinned broadly, filling his glass back up. "Wizarding alcohol. My personal favourite. The burn goes away with enough of it." She poured more for herself, sipping this one, and, leaving the bottle out, went back around to sit on the stool next to Wilson.

"So," she said, crossing her legs and leaning back against the bar, "you really don't remember where you were Sorted?" That could prove to be problematic. Lily really had no idea how one might find such a thing out... She supposed she could owl Remus - as a Head of House, he might have a list of students; it was the fact that Wilson was recently popcorned that concerned her. Perhaps he'd been taken off the school roster, in which case... Taking another sip of Firewhisky, Lily mentally shrugged. Well, if worse came to worse, she knew of an empty room in Ravenclaw where Wilson could stay until they figured it out.

[toujours_sirius]

((Rethreaded!))

Sirius did not see Lily's little chair trick coming. It was only through excellent reflexes and, more importantly, sheer luck, that he managed to keep his grip on his Firewhisky glass and grab the back of Lily's chair to keep himself from spilling onto the floor.

When he had fully righted himself and was recovering from the burst of adrenaline that had shot through his system, he yanked on a lock of Lily's hair and then settled back into his seat, pointedly smirking back at Lily, his lips twitching slightly, as he leant his chair even further back than it had been before. Then he casually turned back around and sipped at his Firewhisky.

"Evans loves paperwork," he remarked loudly, glancing over at House. "She could do all of yours." After another sip of Firewhisky, he added, "I've done that warm-water trick before. Works like a charm. Then again, you can just...use a charm to accomplish the same thing." He looked back over at Lily and winked before turning back to House.

[lilypotter60]

Ah, sadly, Lily was the sort of person who could hold her alcohol wasn't one to miss things like that. "If they're misdiagnosed...what?" She still didn't understand picking and choosing one's cases like that, but something about the way House cut himself off lent her to believe that at least part of the answer might lie there.

Oh, and Sirius' smug look didn't go unnoticed either. She beamed at him, arching one eyebrow, but then got distracted for a moment. "Oi! I don't love paperwork. I'm not a complete swot." Grumbling, Lily took a drink. "I just know that sometimes it needs to be done. So I do it. Nothing wrong with that."

At Sirius' wink, a very evil smile crossed Lily's face. Once more she reached down and gave Sirius' stool a yank. This time, she sort of hoped he fell right on his arse.

[toujours_sirius]

...and fall right on his arse he did! Except as he flailed, he ended up grabbing onto Lily's arm with the hand that wasn't tightly wrapped around his Firewhisky glass, bringing her crashing down to the floor on top of him.

For a moment, he lay there, stunned - mainly at the fact that, although his Firewhisky had spilled everywhere (in fact, he was pretty sure there was a puddle of it under his right elbow), he had still managed to hold onto the glass.

And then he realised Lily was on top of him. Again.

And House was there.

This time, Sirius just gave up. Sure his face was entirely red, he lay back helplessly on the ground under Lily, not even bothering to struggle.

"Off, Evans," he mumbled.

[canes_can_kill]

House didn't even reply to Lily's question about his cut-off sentence, just took a very long sip of his alcohol to give him a reason not to answer.

He would have made some crack about nerds and paperwork, directed at Lily and Wilson, but was distracted by Lily and Sirius crashing to the ground. House hadn't seen the cause of this, and it amused him greatly. This was the second time it had happened in front of him, and once again Sirius had gone completely red. Settling his glass onto the counter, he turned a little in his barstool and stared down them smugly. "If you two keep falling on top of each other like that, I'm just going to go ahead and order a gimp for you. Do you like the big flabby ones, or the skinny ones? Because no sex is complete without a BDSM gimp in chains."