DF: Backdated to Monday.

[cat_inthe_sun]

Jackrabbit was sleeping soundly, sprawled on top of his blanket, Sweeney snoring beside him. He was half (and clumsily) undressed as if they were in the process of something before they had both about passed out. Sweeney's plastic green bowler hat was on him, covering his face and holding more dents than it did previously

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[parkinsonpink]

Pansy knocks carefully, then forcefully when no one opens the door. Like before, it's unlocked. Frowning, she turns the knob and looks inside.

"Oh. Sweet. Merlin," she says softly.

[cat_inthe_sun]

Sick was a mild way to put it.

Jackrabbit wanted badly to make it to the bathroom but getting up was just not going to happen and for a fleeting moment he thought, thank god I don't have carpet, before he leaned over the side of the bed and threw up.

[mad_leprechaun]

"Fuuuuuuck..."

Swallowing down his own bile and his splitting headache, Sweeney half sat up and rubbed Jackrabbit's back.

"S'okay, babe, s'okay..."

[parkinsonpink]

After counting down for the fifth time, she takes a deep breath, opens the door, and covers her mouth.

*muffled* "Lovely, just lovely."

[cat_inthe_sun]

Jackrabbit just sort of whimpered, lay on his side half off the bed.

Oh in the name of all those gods he didn't know he was never drinking again.

[mad_leprechaun]

Sweeney glanced up at Pansy. Well, if she was going to stand there gawping, she might as well make herself useful.

"Get him some water, will ya?"

[parkinsonpink]

Don't hex him...not in front of Rabbit, anyway.'

"You get it," she orders, pulling out her wand and cleaning up the vomit, stench, and whatever else is foul.

[cat_inthe_sun]

Jackrabbit rolled onto his back, flopping his arm over and resting it on Sweeney's chest.

[mad_leprechaun]

Sweeney glowered dangerously at Pansy, but he didn't feel up to fighting with her. What was she doing here, anyway?

He took the hand on his chest and gave it a squeeze.

"Hang in there, man. Gonna get you some water."

Very gingerly, he rolled himself into a sitting position and swung his legs over the side of the bed, steeling himself before standing.

[parkinsonpink]

Pansy finishes cleaning as best she can -- leaving Sweeney alone -- willing the small wastebasket to Jackrabbit's side. She ventures forward, stopping at the foot of the bed, and looks at him.

"A hungover Rabbit. Never thought I'd see this," she says softly, shaking her head.

[cat_inthe_sun]

Jackrabbit moaned a bit. "St. Patricks Day....." he started, then finished with something that sounded like "leprechaun".

[mad_leprechaun]

"Yeah, that's me," he said, finally hauling himself to his feet and shuffling into the bathroom and closing the door behind him.

[parkinsonpink]

"I see. Wasn't worth all this, was it?" she asks her friend.

If she thought it would work, she would pop home and get the sobering potion. But with him being muggle, she doesn't want to risk it.

It's going to be a long day for him.

[cat_inthe_sun]

jackrabbit was in no way to respond really so he just rolled onto his side again.

[mad_leprechaun]

The toilet flushed, water ran, and a few minutes later Sweeney came shuffling back in with a glass of water.

His hang over sucked, yes. But it was a pretty long ways from the worst he'd ever had.

"Here," he said, sitting on the bed. "Try a bit of this."

[parkinsonpink]

The more Pansy is around Sweeney, the more her dislike of him turns to hatred; not because of jealousy -- 'hell no', if she's ever asked. She just wants the best for the person who challenged everything she's ever known or been taught. And regardless of what Jackrabbit says, feels, or -thinks- he feels, Mad Sweeney isn't the best.

But she'll say nothing, as hard as it is to keep silent and watch. No, she'll just do her part, and be a good friend.

*to Sweeney, strained* "If you're wondering why I'm here, I bought some clothes for your child. The bag's on the dresser."