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Each day, when Jackson Cooper had finished attending (or not attending) his classes, he would change into gym shorts and a tshirt and make his way to the Quidditch pitch. Being a seeker, he often found the practices he held alone the most profitable.
Today, however, was part of the weekend. There were no games and no practices. Still, Jackson headed to the pitch around sunset. Having to find the snitch at night offered him a fun challenge.
He opened the small box that contained the small, shiny ball and set it free. It zoomed off immediately. He then reached into his bag and pulled out a bottle of rum and unscrewed the cap. Having to find the snitch at night AND while drunk presented him with an even more fun challenge.
"Alright, you gold motherfucker, where the hell are you?" he addressed the snitch after chugging nearly a quarter of the bottle.
Jackson took one more mouthful for good luck before tucking the bottle back into his bag. He hopped onto his broom and shot up into the air. The new altitude caused the rum to hit him like a ton of bricks and he was almost instantly drunk. He zoomed around the pitch, keeping his eye out for the little ball.
Though it took him nearly a half an hour, he finally spotted it. He flew as quickly as he could after it and before long he reached out his hand and wrapped his fingers around the cold metal.
"Gotcha," he said with a large, drunken grin across his face. He landed his broom near his bag and picked up the box and stuffed the snitch inside and quickly closed it. He took off his sweaty shirt and threw it over his shoulder. Then, he grabbed the bottle from his bag and spin the cap off, taking another sip.
Noticing how dark it was, he figured it was time to head back to the Quidditch house to continue getting drunk. As he walked across the campus, he ran into someone he knew.
ooc: Anyone? Pretend you guys already know each other?
Today, however, was part of the weekend. There were no games and no practices. Still, Jackson headed to the pitch around sunset. Having to find the snitch at night offered him a fun challenge.
He opened the small box that contained the small, shiny ball and set it free. It zoomed off immediately. He then reached into his bag and pulled out a bottle of rum and unscrewed the cap. Having to find the snitch at night AND while drunk presented him with an even more fun challenge.
"Alright, you gold motherfucker, where the hell are you?" he addressed the snitch after chugging nearly a quarter of the bottle.
Jackson took one more mouthful for good luck before tucking the bottle back into his bag. He hopped onto his broom and shot up into the air. The new altitude caused the rum to hit him like a ton of bricks and he was almost instantly drunk. He zoomed around the pitch, keeping his eye out for the little ball.
Though it took him nearly a half an hour, he finally spotted it. He flew as quickly as he could after it and before long he reached out his hand and wrapped his fingers around the cold metal.
"Gotcha," he said with a large, drunken grin across his face. He landed his broom near his bag and picked up the box and stuffed the snitch inside and quickly closed it. He took off his sweaty shirt and threw it over his shoulder. Then, he grabbed the bottle from his bag and spin the cap off, taking another sip.
Noticing how dark it was, he figured it was time to head back to the Quidditch house to continue getting drunk. As he walked across the campus, he ran into someone he knew.
ooc: Anyone? Pretend you guys already know each other?