Make it a Double/Seeking/Mundanity/Ironic
Title: Make it a Double
House: Gryffindor
Rating: PG
Characters: Peter
Challenge: Liquor is Quicker
Word Count: 100
A/N: Set right after Peter does the blue falcon (military speak for buddy f...)
"Firewhiskey." He ordered hoarsely, slapping some money on the bar, "Better make it a double."
The bartender came over, shot in hand, "You okay, mate?" He asked as he took the money, "Rough week?"
The man downed the shot, ordering another when he finished. "You could say that." He muttered quietly, "It has been a hell of a week."
Pouring, the bartender asked, "Do you want to talk?"
Peter laughed bitterly, "Not really. You wouldn't believe me if I told you." After all, it wasn't everyday, or every man, that would murder his best friend. "Just give me the bottle."
Title: Seeking
House: Gryffindor
Rating: PG
Characters: Decide for yourself.
Challenge:Liquor is Quicker
Word Count: 100
A/N: I know who I was thinking when I wrote this, let's see if you come up with the same pairing.
The amber liquid glowed in the dimly lit tavern, the only bright spot in the room. He stared at the shot in the glass and tried to force himself to ignore it. Begging to be drunk, the glass forced itself into his hand. He tried to put the glass down but found himself carrying it to his lips, instead. It was there, already, so he might as well drink it.
Maybe tonight he could forget about loosing her. Maybe tonight the alcohol would chase the nightmares away.
Maybe tonight he could find peace.
Failing that, he would settle for oblivion.
Title: Mundanity
House: Gryffindor
Rating: PG
Characters: Draco and Pansy
Challenge: Liquor is Quicker
Word Count: 100
A/N: LOL, no comments, really. Goes with Ironic below but only because they share the same AU.
"You're drunk." Pansy stood in the doorway with her fists planted firmly on her hips, "Again."
Draco blinked blearily at her, trying to focus, "I will have you know, my dearest nag of a wife, that Malfoys never do anything so mundane as to get drunk."
Frowning, Pansy sniffed him, "You can barely stand, you're slurring your speech, and you smell like you bathed in beer. If you aren't drunk, then what the hell are you?"
"I will have you know," he pronounced very clearly, catching his balance on the doorway, "that I am pissed."
"You think you're pissed?"
Title: Ironic
House: Gryffindor
Rating: PG-13 (slight language)
Characters: Pansy and Theodore
Challenge: Liquor is Quicker
Word Count: 100
A/N: Set in my AU where Pansy (still dating Draco) and Theodore were sleeping together at Hogwarts until she married Draco.
"I wasn't expecting company." He said apologetically as he cleaned off the couch, "Otherwise, I would have cleaned."
Pansy smiled softly, "I know."
They sat on the couch, avoiding contact, "So," Theodore asked, "what brings you here?"
Pansy bit her lip, "I need someone to talk to."
"Is Malfoy cheating on you?"
With a bitter laugh, Pansy smiled, "That would be ironic. No, he is just drinking himself to death."
Theodore frowned, "Why are you here, Pansy?"
"I told you."
"No more bullshit, Pansy." Theodore took her hands, caressing her palms, "Why are you here?"
Pansy whispered, "I need you."
House: Gryffindor
Rating: PG
Characters: Peter
Challenge: Liquor is Quicker
Word Count: 100
A/N: Set right after Peter does the blue falcon (military speak for buddy f...)
"Firewhiskey." He ordered hoarsely, slapping some money on the bar, "Better make it a double."
The bartender came over, shot in hand, "You okay, mate?" He asked as he took the money, "Rough week?"
The man downed the shot, ordering another when he finished. "You could say that." He muttered quietly, "It has been a hell of a week."
Pouring, the bartender asked, "Do you want to talk?"
Peter laughed bitterly, "Not really. You wouldn't believe me if I told you." After all, it wasn't everyday, or every man, that would murder his best friend. "Just give me the bottle."
Title: Seeking
House: Gryffindor
Rating: PG
Characters: Decide for yourself.
Challenge:Liquor is Quicker
Word Count: 100
A/N: I know who I was thinking when I wrote this, let's see if you come up with the same pairing.
The amber liquid glowed in the dimly lit tavern, the only bright spot in the room. He stared at the shot in the glass and tried to force himself to ignore it. Begging to be drunk, the glass forced itself into his hand. He tried to put the glass down but found himself carrying it to his lips, instead. It was there, already, so he might as well drink it.
Maybe tonight he could forget about loosing her. Maybe tonight the alcohol would chase the nightmares away.
Maybe tonight he could find peace.
Failing that, he would settle for oblivion.
Title: Mundanity
House: Gryffindor
Rating: PG
Characters: Draco and Pansy
Challenge: Liquor is Quicker
Word Count: 100
A/N: LOL, no comments, really. Goes with Ironic below but only because they share the same AU.
"You're drunk." Pansy stood in the doorway with her fists planted firmly on her hips, "Again."
Draco blinked blearily at her, trying to focus, "I will have you know, my dearest nag of a wife, that Malfoys never do anything so mundane as to get drunk."
Frowning, Pansy sniffed him, "You can barely stand, you're slurring your speech, and you smell like you bathed in beer. If you aren't drunk, then what the hell are you?"
"I will have you know," he pronounced very clearly, catching his balance on the doorway, "that I am pissed."
"You think you're pissed?"
Title: Ironic
House: Gryffindor
Rating: PG-13 (slight language)
Characters: Pansy and Theodore
Challenge: Liquor is Quicker
Word Count: 100
A/N: Set in my AU where Pansy (still dating Draco) and Theodore were sleeping together at Hogwarts until she married Draco.
"I wasn't expecting company." He said apologetically as he cleaned off the couch, "Otherwise, I would have cleaned."
Pansy smiled softly, "I know."
They sat on the couch, avoiding contact, "So," Theodore asked, "what brings you here?"
Pansy bit her lip, "I need someone to talk to."
"Is Malfoy cheating on you?"
With a bitter laugh, Pansy smiled, "That would be ironic. No, he is just drinking himself to death."
Theodore frowned, "Why are you here, Pansy?"
"I told you."
"No more bullshit, Pansy." Theodore took her hands, caressing her palms, "Why are you here?"
Pansy whispered, "I need you."