Tonight we're gonna party like it's 1999
Date: 31 December 1999, about 11:45 p.m.
Characters: Terry Boot
Location: Angelina Johnson's flat, Hogsmeade
Status: Private
Summary: A slightly drunk Terry goes outside to air his brain.
Completion: Complete
It was one helluva party.
Maybe not as good as the werewolf party at George Weasley's flat in July of last year. Definitely better than last year's New Year's Eve party, when Katie was plastered to Dean like white on rice and Lisa, bless her, had really done yeoman's duty distracting Terry.
Still, it was the best New Year's Eve party Terry Boot had ever attended, and he was getting reasonably drunk, though he knew the phrase was an oxymoron. Tomorrow, when he needed a hangover potion, he hoped Lisa would take pity on him and get one for him, rather than making him get out of the bed and drag his sorry arse into the loo for it.
Lisa...
He hoped to celebrate the new year ... millenium, was it?...with her privately after this party. In a few minutes he would go back inside, and as the clock struck midnight, he would kiss her like there was no tomorrow. He knew he was one insanely lucky bastard; he had a great job, a wonderful family, loyal friends, and the best girlfriend any bloke could hope for. He wasn't sure what the year 2000 would hold, but he knew he could face anything with Lisa by his side.
Maybe that's what love is about, he thought, draining his drink before he headed back into the crowded flat. Right now he had to find Lisa so he could give her that midnight kiss. Then he would take the mickey out of Corner somehow, and then Anthony, if he could find him...It was going to be a brilliant new year.
Characters: Terry Boot
Location: Angelina Johnson's flat, Hogsmeade
Status: Private
Summary: A slightly drunk Terry goes outside to air his brain.
Completion: Complete
It was one helluva party.
Maybe not as good as the werewolf party at George Weasley's flat in July of last year. Definitely better than last year's New Year's Eve party, when Katie was plastered to Dean like white on rice and Lisa, bless her, had really done yeoman's duty distracting Terry.
Still, it was the best New Year's Eve party Terry Boot had ever attended, and he was getting reasonably drunk, though he knew the phrase was an oxymoron. Tomorrow, when he needed a hangover potion, he hoped Lisa would take pity on him and get one for him, rather than making him get out of the bed and drag his sorry arse into the loo for it.
Lisa...
He hoped to celebrate the new year ... millenium, was it?...with her privately after this party. In a few minutes he would go back inside, and as the clock struck midnight, he would kiss her like there was no tomorrow. He knew he was one insanely lucky bastard; he had a great job, a wonderful family, loyal friends, and the best girlfriend any bloke could hope for. He wasn't sure what the year 2000 would hold, but he knew he could face anything with Lisa by his side.
Maybe that's what love is about, he thought, draining his drink before he headed back into the crowded flat. Right now he had to find Lisa so he could give her that midnight kiss. Then he would take the mickey out of Corner somehow, and then Anthony, if he could find him...It was going to be a brilliant new year.