A Requested Gift From Me To You
Title: I swear to drunk officer I'm not Merlin.
Muses: Stella Lestrange Savage and Harry Alastor Lupin
Prompt: Stella and Harry go out drinking. Harry loses.
Content Mood/Theme/Genre: Comedy!!
Timeline: 10 years after grownhp6words which means Stells is 25 o.o and Harry is 18 (had to make him at LEAST the legal UK drinking age *winks*)
Rating: PG-ish
Author's notes: Happy Crack Filled Christmas To My youngestlupin
Stella had planned their little outing to take place two days after his birthday. After all she knew his parents had probably planned something, and as amusing as seeing Harry rip roaring drunk was going to be? She wouldn't take his actual birth DAY away from his other friends and family.
When he showed up at her house she hugged him tight and ruffled his hair. "Oh good you brought a over night bag like I told you too! You'll be staying here tonight Harry Lupin. Because if the night goes how I've planned? Well you won't even be able to think about walking a straight line." Laughing she tossed his bag inside and grabbed his hand. "Let's go!"
In a blink of an eye, (thanks to the handy little thing known as side by side apparation) they found themselves in an alley somewhere in London. Stella peeked around the corner and grinned when she realized they hadn’t been seen. “Silly Muggles...they’re completely clueless but they do make the best cars, music, and alcohol. Also? Their bars are about a thousand times better than any of ours." She said as she leaded him down the street. Reaching into her pocket she produced a square shaped card with his picture and information neatly typed across it. "This is your identification, you have to have it to get into Muggle bars." She had did a pretty damn good job of making them if she said so herself.
Once the bouncer had checked both of their IDs, they made their way inside the crowded bar and found a table towards the back. "Okay Harry you sit tight I'm going to the bar to get our drinks." It took longer than it should have to get the bottle and shot glasses, probably because she had to refrain from punching some wanker who thought he'd be smooth. Rolling her eyes, she sat down. "I hate men, present company excluded." She winked and placed a shot glass in front of each of them and then one in the middle of the table. "Okay, time to have fun!" She took a coin out of her pocket.
Harry watched her curiously. "Stells? What are you doing?" He asked laughing a little.
"Setting our game up." She said innocently. "We're going to play Quarters. It's oh so much fun."
He just raised an eyebrow because he knew that tone of voice, knew that faux innocent smile, recognized the flash in her eyes. Mischief! His best friend was up to no good and she was getting him involved. Oh he would play of course, because anything they ever did together was nothing short of what one might define as 'fun as hell'.
Looking at him she laughed. "What?"
"Nothing, how do we play?" He asked his own mischievous grin spreading across his face.
"Well, I take this quarter and spin it, who ever the eagle's beak is pointed to goes first, they are called 'the shooter'. The shooter tries to bounce a quarter off the table and into the glass. If the quarter goes into the glass, the shooter chooses a person at the table to take a shot. The shooter's turn is over when he or SHE does not make the quarter in the cup. Play then proceeds the next shooter." She explained carefully.
"Bouncing a quarter into glass?" He pushed his sleeves up. "You are so going down."
She raised an eyebrow and just smirked. "You think so? Well okay then..." Taking the coin, she spun it and they both leaned over to see who would go first. "Oh look Harry it's you!" Her voice still had that dangerously sweet tone hovering over it. She pushed the coin his way. "There you go sweetheart." She said patting his hand and still smiling that damned faux innocent smile.
He smirked and bounced the coin, thinking to himself that there was no way he was losing this one. The coin hit the table then flew up, missing the glass by a long shot.
To be quite frank? From Stella's point of view? It looked like someone had kicked his puppy. "Awww that's too bad." She said sweetly. "Ohhh well my turn."
Two hours and several turns later, Harry still hadn't had the chance to try bouncing the coin again. Needless to say the tequila had gone straight to his head. His speech was slurred and his movements sloppy. "S-s-s-s-t-e-l-l-la! I.... me... you...NO me... yes me! I think you are c-h-h-e-a-ting.” Reaching across the table he snatched the coin out of her hand, only it didn’t quite go as planned. Instead of holding it like he should have been, it had gone flying into the crowd of people landing in someone’s glass. The recently turned 18 year old threw his hands into the air and beamed. “I DID IT!!! S-S-S-S-STE-L-LA TAKE A SHOOOOT!”
“Oh no Drunky Mclush Lush. It doesn’t count unless it lands in my pretty little glass right here, plus you drank all the tequila.” Getting up out of her seat she grabbed his arm and wrapped it around her head, pulling him up out of his seat. “Come on Birthday Boy....time to go.”
“NOOOO! I haven’t....I wanna....gotta beat you....gotta win.” He said tugging backwards and almost flipping over a chair.
She couldn’t help but laugh as he continued to fight her. “Harry Alastor Lupin!” Picking him up by the waist and suddenly thanking her worked muscles, she tossed him over her shoulder and carried him out. “Merlin you're as stubborn as I am!”
But Harry wasn’t paying attention to her, his eyes were on the policeman that was staring curiously at them. Waving he grinned and shouted at the top of his lungs. “I swear to drunk officer I’m not Merlin!”
Muses: Stella Lestrange Savage and Harry Alastor Lupin
Prompt: Stella and Harry go out drinking. Harry loses.
Content Mood/Theme/Genre: Comedy!!
Timeline: 10 years after grownhp6words which means Stells is 25 o.o and Harry is 18 (had to make him at LEAST the legal UK drinking age *winks*)
Rating: PG-ish
Author's notes: Happy Crack Filled Christmas To My youngestlupin
Stella had planned their little outing to take place two days after his birthday. After all she knew his parents had probably planned something, and as amusing as seeing Harry rip roaring drunk was going to be? She wouldn't take his actual birth DAY away from his other friends and family.
When he showed up at her house she hugged him tight and ruffled his hair. "Oh good you brought a over night bag like I told you too! You'll be staying here tonight Harry Lupin. Because if the night goes how I've planned? Well you won't even be able to think about walking a straight line." Laughing she tossed his bag inside and grabbed his hand. "Let's go!"
In a blink of an eye, (thanks to the handy little thing known as side by side apparation) they found themselves in an alley somewhere in London. Stella peeked around the corner and grinned when she realized they hadn’t been seen. “Silly Muggles...they’re completely clueless but they do make the best cars, music, and alcohol. Also? Their bars are about a thousand times better than any of ours." She said as she leaded him down the street. Reaching into her pocket she produced a square shaped card with his picture and information neatly typed across it. "This is your identification, you have to have it to get into Muggle bars." She had did a pretty damn good job of making them if she said so herself.
Once the bouncer had checked both of their IDs, they made their way inside the crowded bar and found a table towards the back. "Okay Harry you sit tight I'm going to the bar to get our drinks." It took longer than it should have to get the bottle and shot glasses, probably because she had to refrain from punching some wanker who thought he'd be smooth. Rolling her eyes, she sat down. "I hate men, present company excluded." She winked and placed a shot glass in front of each of them and then one in the middle of the table. "Okay, time to have fun!" She took a coin out of her pocket.
Harry watched her curiously. "Stells? What are you doing?" He asked laughing a little.
"Setting our game up." She said innocently. "We're going to play Quarters. It's oh so much fun."
He just raised an eyebrow because he knew that tone of voice, knew that faux innocent smile, recognized the flash in her eyes. Mischief! His best friend was up to no good and she was getting him involved. Oh he would play of course, because anything they ever did together was nothing short of what one might define as 'fun as hell'.
Looking at him she laughed. "What?"
"Nothing, how do we play?" He asked his own mischievous grin spreading across his face.
"Well, I take this quarter and spin it, who ever the eagle's beak is pointed to goes first, they are called 'the shooter'. The shooter tries to bounce a quarter off the table and into the glass. If the quarter goes into the glass, the shooter chooses a person at the table to take a shot. The shooter's turn is over when he or SHE does not make the quarter in the cup. Play then proceeds the next shooter." She explained carefully.
"Bouncing a quarter into glass?" He pushed his sleeves up. "You are so going down."
She raised an eyebrow and just smirked. "You think so? Well okay then..." Taking the coin, she spun it and they both leaned over to see who would go first. "Oh look Harry it's you!" Her voice still had that dangerously sweet tone hovering over it. She pushed the coin his way. "There you go sweetheart." She said patting his hand and still smiling that damned faux innocent smile.
He smirked and bounced the coin, thinking to himself that there was no way he was losing this one. The coin hit the table then flew up, missing the glass by a long shot.
To be quite frank? From Stella's point of view? It looked like someone had kicked his puppy. "Awww that's too bad." She said sweetly. "Ohhh well my turn."
Two hours and several turns later, Harry still hadn't had the chance to try bouncing the coin again. Needless to say the tequila had gone straight to his head. His speech was slurred and his movements sloppy. "S-s-s-s-t-e-l-l-la! I.... me... you...NO me... yes me! I think you are c-h-h-e-a-ting.” Reaching across the table he snatched the coin out of her hand, only it didn’t quite go as planned. Instead of holding it like he should have been, it had gone flying into the crowd of people landing in someone’s glass. The recently turned 18 year old threw his hands into the air and beamed. “I DID IT!!! S-S-S-S-STE-L-LA TAKE A SHOOOOT!”
“Oh no Drunky Mclush Lush. It doesn’t count unless it lands in my pretty little glass right here, plus you drank all the tequila.” Getting up out of her seat she grabbed his arm and wrapped it around her head, pulling him up out of his seat. “Come on Birthday Boy....time to go.”
“NOOOO! I haven’t....I wanna....gotta beat you....gotta win.” He said tugging backwards and almost flipping over a chair.
She couldn’t help but laugh as he continued to fight her. “Harry Alastor Lupin!” Picking him up by the waist and suddenly thanking her worked muscles, she tossed him over her shoulder and carried him out. “Merlin you're as stubborn as I am!”
But Harry wasn’t paying attention to her, his eyes were on the policeman that was staring curiously at them. Waving he grinned and shouted at the top of his lungs. “I swear to drunk officer I’m not Merlin!”