The Rampage: the beginning [Kaine]

[Colle Reid Jamison]

There could be a variety of different things occurring within the Slytherin boys dorms, not everything particularly legal, most of it particularly illicit and quite against the rules put down by the staff of the school. Though rules are made to be broken and nobody can really do that better than the house of Slytherin. Colle Jamison is one of those Slytherins, a cold, blunt and rather aggressive excuse for the male specimen, though one that's rather good at getting away with whatever he wishes ; when he can be bothered to do so, of course. Right now there wasn't much need for decorum, his plans for the evening were both definite and yet unorganised, he knew exactly what was going to be occurring behind the wooden door of his dorm but where it could lead... Well, that only time could tell.

The mess around his bed had been shoved into one corner, allowing little to nothing to trip over later on in the evening. The tell tale signs of potions brewing in various hidden areas of his room were obvious, wisps of smoke still lingering and contrasting against the pale stone ceiling, illuminated all the more so by the lighting supplied. The boy in question was currently stood by his open doorway, a piece of parchment attached to the wood with the silver handled letter opener that he'd found within one of the many drawers in the dorm, who it belonged to, he couldn't say. Nor did it particularly matter, he has no need to respect people's belongings when he rarely, if ever, respects the people themselves.

With a quill in hand and a particular amount of concentration evident upon his face he scrawled upon the parchment, warning the world outside from entering. Tonight he wasn't to be disturbed, him nor Kaine, what he plans wouldn't marr either of their reputations, but time alone with his best friend was something that meant something to this Slytherin, it meant time to unwind, time to be himself, time to be who he is without having the annoyance of anybody else within the vicinity. Because let's face it, cursing people gets awfully tiring after a while. Plus, tonight marked the night that one particular concoction of his was to be complete. Tonight the alcoholic drink he'd specially mixed up was to reach it's optimum alcoholic percentage.

He was going to get pissed. Very much so. The other Slytherin, Kaine, had the privilege of joining him. And of course, vice versa.

back off. interrupt and die.

Perhaps not the most eloquent of warnings, but the message would be put across all too well. Most people know of Colle, most people don't like to cross him, his reputation for being an antisocial and rather unpleasant individual would put a significant threat behind anything he could write. With that done and securely fixed upon the door he shut it, leaving any particular warding spells for Kaine to deal with if he so wished. Charms, as everybody knows, is Colle's weak spot.. he'd probably end up blowing the door off it's hinges before the night even began.

Snatching his wand up from his bed he dropped to his knees on the floor, butt in the air as he pulled from beneath it a black cauldron, the contents within turning slowly as if being stirred by an invisible spoon. It was difficult to keep the smile off his face as he poured the contents into flasks, filling two with enough spare to top both back up twice over. The transparent red tinged liquid let off the tell tale aroma of an alcoholic beverage and it didn't take long for him to try it, a bezeor close by as always in case of a rather unexpected potions emergency.

It wouldn't be needed though, Colle knows his way around making things of this type. He knows poisons. So he quite obviously avoided anything that might make this beverage fatal. The taste upon his tongue was instant, a fire like sensation shooting down the back of his throat as the alcohol seemingly swept through every inch of his body to his very fingertips, leaving them tingling pleasantly in the aftermath, his mouth warmed with the slight aftertaste of the jammy dodger he'd added (aka, dropped) into the cauldron a few weeks back.

Tonight was going to be brilliant. Even though he's pretty certain he may not remember much of it in the morning..

[Kaine Gates]

This was going to be fucking epic!

...Were Kaine's exact thoughts as he headed up the stairs towards Colle's room. They had been planning tonight for weeks, and finally, earlier today, Colle had given him the news that Kaine had been eagerly anticipating.

The brew was ready.

Colle, for some weeks, had been working on his own form of Fire Whiskey...a particular favourite of the best friends and something that got them both quite drunk quite easily. Colle was also a master of potions and other such things; this was bound to be amazing. Kaine knew his best mate would accept nothing other than perfection from his own work. Especially seeing as alcohol was involved and Kaine was being something of a guinea pig.

He grinned as he spotted Colle's scrawled note on the door. Pulling his quill out of his bag (which he'd brought with him for later antics), he added a little note in brackets underneath.

No seriously...you will die.

A quick check on the door proved something he had already anticipated; Colle had fluked on his protective wards again. There was a hole big enough to fit a dragon through. Sighing lightly, he redid the wards so that only the two of them could use the door, then knocked and walked on in. They didn't tend to stand on ceremony, but it never hurt to be polite. He'd walked in on Colle before, during what could only be described as a 'self-investigation moment'. Colle claimed he had biscuit brumbs down his trousers where he'd been eating them slouched on his bed, but Kaine had never been completely satisfied with this answer. Though in all honesty, it wouldn't have surprised him anyway.

The smell of alcohol hit him as he entered the room and he breathed it in. "Mate, that smells amazing." Shutting the door behind him, he swung his bag off his shoulder and put it on the bed, kneeling down beside Colle to look into the bubbling cauldron. It looked pretty damn cool as well. He could see Colle had already filled some flasks, and yet there was still some left over. It was going to be messy.

"How's it tasting?" he asked, leaning back against the legs of Colle's bed to make himself a bit comfier. "Does it burn?"

The boys had this theory. If a drink burnt the back of your throat when you swallowed it, then it would get you pissed. The sharper the burn, the quicker the effect the alcohol would have on your body. And the use of your limbs and the brain. And generally every motor function that your body has to carry out in order to survive. The less of those you could do, the more likelyyou were to stumble over onto your ass (or face, as Kaine was inclined to do). Therefore, the alcohol was successful, and bloody well nice.

"Do we trust ourselves on this?" he asked with his trademark cheeky grin. "I don't think I would somehow. It even looks dangerous...I love it! Dude...you fucking rock."

Let's get this party started...

[Colle Reid Jamison]

The sound of the door opening caught his attention and he turned his head just enough to catch sight of who'd entered, the intense glare melting almost immediately into a smile as soon as Kaine's voice confirmed his presence. His best friend was pretty much one of the very few people who ever got to see Colle at his best, the only one who got to see this Slytherin without his defensive barriers. Usually the only one who saw him happy. When Kaine knelt himself down close by he sat up properly, extending one of the flasks with a daring little grin, "try it for yourself. Let's properly put your taste buds to the taste." If they're not killed off by the drink itself that is. Colle's pretty sure that won't occur, but there's always a possibility, everybody's different.

An abrupt laughter burst from his lips at Kaine's last sentence, a pleased and somewhat smug grin alighting his lips, "you're one of the reasons for my egotism," he admitted jokingly, though in all fairness the compliments do go straight to his head, confirming something he already knows. His belief in his strongest abilities is nigh on unbreakable.

"Dangerously appetising.. Next batch i'll improve on aroma, spike the next punch bowl at whatever ball's held. It'd be one hell of a night to remember," he plotted with a wicked little tone to his voice. The dark haired Slytherin shifted his weight around to end up sat on his ass, long, lanky legs sprawled out in front of him, the cauldron nestled between his knees. A daring glint shone within blue eyes as he glanced up at Kaine, lips curved in an easy smile, "this is all ours for the testing," Colle held his flask up, touching it lightly to Kaine's with the faintest of sounds, "where ever we end up, however we end up, or whenever we wake up, if you've puked on me, i'll be pissed."

Ending a light toast with a threat works wonders? Besides, he's obviously joking. Colle's well aware that when he does wake he'll be more concerned with how painful his head's definitely going to be rather than kicking Kaine in the gonads.

"Good luck," he smirked, the neck of the flask at his lips for just a moment before he tilts both his head and container back, filling his mouth with the burning liquid before letting it slide down his throat in a wave of molten fire. All without so much as a splutter of distaste.

[Kaine Gates]

I think I'm gonna be the one dying....not whoever ends up outside the door...

With a smirk to match Colle's he tipped his head back and swallowed the lot, relishing the burn as it swam down his throat. It tasted damn good! Colle was definitely too awesome for his own god at making this stuff!

Kaine was exceedingly proud of himself that he didn't stutter at all; he was far too accustomed to Colle's homemade brews for that. But he did put a face as though he'd sucked on a particularly sharp lemon and let a small shiver run down his body. "Wow..."

Tonight was going to be very messy.

He looked up at Colle, still smiling. "Definite well done on this one mate. We're gonna be fucked by the time we've finished. Or probably before."

Kaine had seen the happy look on Colle's face when he'd walked through the door. He felt proud that the other Slytherin thought enough of him and that they were close en0ugh that they really could be themselves around each other. Colle had always been the more guarded of the pair regarding emotions and all that shit, but even Kaine was still occasionally surprised when Colle became more himself around him. Not many people understood their friendship...mainly confused about why Kaine would be mates with someone like Colle, but that didn't matter. The pair were brothers in all but blood, and blood didn't always matter.

He sniffed at his flask, noting why Colle wanted to alter the odour a bit. It was incredibly strong...but spiking the punchbowl with it would have hilarious consequences. The younger the victim, the better the results with pranks such as these.

Taking another smaller sip, he let it sit on his tongue for a second before swallowing again, trying to get the taste out of it. "Is that...jammy dodger?" he asked, quirking an eyebrow at Colle. "I know you love your biscuits mate, but mixing it with this stuff? Something new I suppose."

Plans for tonight would end up going askew...big style. He knew that, and he knew that Colle knew it too. It was going to be hilarious, whatever they did.

"So...any plans for tonight?" he asked, sitting back again with his knees up and leaning his arms upon his legs, flask in one hand. "I managed to get some more fags through by the way. So we're stocked up for the night." Kaine also reckoned they'd be chain smoking by the end of it...it always happened with alcohol.

[Colle Reid Jamison]

Another sip of the liquid in the flask sent a shiver of warmth running down his back, his chest expanding with a deep inhalation of breath, completed with his exhalation sounding rather like a pleased little sigh, "you think we'll only get fucked off of this?" He asked, quirking an eyebrow as he glances back up at his best friend, "Kaine, i'll have you know i'm aiming for beyond fucked up with this, Merlin knows we both need this."

Which wasn't exactly a lie, Colle had found himself becoming incredibly easy to wind up recently. His temper had been becoming shorter and his victims all the more innocent in their wrongdoings against him. He was beginning to lose control over his own emotions and that was something that he didn't trust, he knows quite well what he's capable of and in some ways he realises that it's not the way he wants to be. Especially within the walls of the school, surrounded by other witches and wizards makes everything just a little bit more difficult when it comes to secrecy. Perhaps it's the stress of quidditch, or his best friends new girlfriend. Most likely it'll be the fact that in a month or less he'll have his forearm forever marked by the Dark Lord. Yea, that'd about twist everybody's pants.

With the taste of jammy dodger lingering in his own mouth he flashed Kaine a smile, managing in that moment to appear somewhat embarrassed. Colle doesn't make mistakes often, to him dropping the biscuit in the brew was a mistake, granted it was a good one, but all the same it was still marked as such, "just be grateful i'm not a healthy bastard, could have been something sick, like celery. Or tomato.."

Colle and vegetables? Yea, pull the other one. He's like a kid in that respect, give him something green to eat that isn't a mint viscount and he'll refuse to the point of pressing his lips together tightly. His mother gave him up as a lost cause at the age of six. Go figure.

"Right," he held up his flask, a grin brightening his features into somebody almost unrecognisable to most of the school, an excited and purely happy expression. The toast was simple yet effective, descriptive in the fact that it was 100 percent true, "goodbye sanity!"

~ ten minutes later ~

"Kaine... Kaineee..." The whispered whine of a call for attention came from the dark haired male sprawled on his bed, his head hanging off the edge to cause every hair upon his head to fall with gravity away from his face. A face that looked rather puzzled, his gaze had fixed upon his friend, every now and again it drifted up to the ceiling but always swayed back again, "hey... hey mate, there's like.. there's no drink in m'hand.."

The sentence came along with the flailing of two lithe arms above his head, also now dangling over the edge of the bed with each hand grasping at thin air pointlessly, "So.. So get your pretty little ass over here and give it to me baby!" A cheeky little grin followed by an unattractive snort of laughter traipsed along after this statement, mildly glazed over eyes closing as he enjoyed his own words within his gutter ridden mind.

His laughter died down to a manly chuckle that could have been classed as a masculine giggle if we're being completely honest here, "give it to me quick, quick, quickerrrr!"

And cue more laughter.

[Kaine Gates]

"That's...that's what sheee said..."

A snort of laughter erupted from the tall boy sprawled out on Colle's bedrom floor, the empty flask lolling from one limp hand. "Mate...I think you got a good one here..."

Closing his eyes to try and stop the room from spinning, he rolled hmsl over and grabbed one of the other two flasks that were left, reaching his arm up and flopping it onto Colle's stomach. "Therego..."

This drink was absolutely phenomenal. If Colle didn't get off his ass and mass produce this magic juice...then...well, Kaine would have something to say about it. What that something was, he couldn't quite figure out in his current state...but it would be something imortant!

"Mate...we should...we should totally go do stuff...like...stuff," he breathed with a massive grin, pulling himself up into a sitting/leaning position using a combination of the bed leg and Colle's legs. "Epic FUN stuff."

This was not good. Kaine and Colle's idea of fun was pretty twisted at the best of times...never mind after having consumed enough alcohol to comatose a cow. With just the two of them, drunk as farts and with the entire school at heir disposal...things were going to get messy.

"What can we dooooo?" Kaine asked, looking over at Colle with a look somewhat resembling adoration on his face. He grinned again, the cheeky smile feeling ten times bigger than normal due to his current mental state. "Something really silly and crazy and fun! Like...like....I dunno..."

He trailed off, his gaze going blank as he tried to think through the alcohol fuelled fog of his brain what antics they could get up to. Most of the school was tucked safely away in their dorms...the professors would all be in their offices and otherwise occupied...it was perfect. And alcohol is the perfect excuse to do stupid and crazy things just for shits and giggles.

"Owlery!" he blurted out suddenly, raising his arm and pointing his finger in the air like he'd just had the best idea ever. "Let's go there! And like...I dunno...race ya!!"

He staggered up onto his feet...which took some time considering his hand and eye co-ordination was shot to fuck. Grabbing his bag, he swung it round a few times, nearly knocking himself in the process, then finally managed to hoist it onto his shoulder.Ok...so movement was going to require more effort than normal. Sheesh...this stuff was strong.

"Come you...you...sexy lil piece of...Slytherin sexness." Even Kaine didn't know what he was talking about anymore. All he had fixed in his mind now was how the fuck was he going to beat Colle up aaalllll those stairs when just standing still required severe gymnastic skills.

[Colle Reid Jamison]

With his body still very much sprawled over the bed there wasn't really much reason as to why he should move, he could quite happily stay there forever as long as Kaine was nearby to fulfil his little whims. The flask that got dropped onto his stomach went unnoticed, his arms were already over his head and thereby draped over the edge of the bed with fingers brushing against the floor. There wasn't any chance that he was going to reach up and grab it, not without some serious help anyway. Movement was becoming an issue.

The likelihood of Colle getting his act together and producing this drink in large quantities is pretty low. The problem with this boy is that he doesn't really like making the same thing more than once in his life, he likes originality. Perhaps he may make it again though if Kaine provides him with plenty of jammy dodgers to satisfy his stomach and the potion. Which, let's face it, will be one hell of a lot, the potion only requires one, but Colle.. Well, he would quite happily eat his own weight in them.

"Do something?" With a blink of his mildly glazed over baby blues it was clear that words were taking a moment to actually sink into his addled mind. They registered eventually though, an excited and mischievous glint transforming his expression and filling him with an energy that he was pretty sure the alcohol had squishered down, "we should! No! nonono, we will!"

As soon as the words 'race ya' came from his best friend's mouth Colle actually moved. Challenge is always a good motivator for everything, even more so when there's more alcohol in your circulatory system than blood. Bending his knee he placed his foot firmly upon his mattress and pushed with all of his strength, sending his body flying off of the bed and onto the floor with an almighty thump. There was no moan of pain though, and no, he wasn't unconscious, he was too busy scrambling at the floor in an effort to right himself.

"Owls?" He blinked, on his hands and knees at this point, attempting to look up at Kaine. The dark hair over his face made that nigh on impossible, he was going to have to do this part blind, "but.. they poo," and they smell rather bad, Colle would know, he has one. Plus various scars on his hands from it's incessant pecking.

"... You got glue?" He'd managed to set his ass on the floor, not the final position that he was working towards but there we are, at least he could shove his hair from his face with both hands (albeit clumsily) but his eyes were free to watch the alarming movements of his best friend. The evil little glimmer in his eyes was diluted with the sheer mischievousness that alcohol always provides, an expression that makes him look both innocent and yet you just know he's about to do something cruel, "Morning post's going to be so late!"

Colle cackled gleefully, clapping his hands together like an overjoyed toddler, "Open the door meistro! My legs ain't mine anymore, traitorous bastards!" The mentioned appendages got a slap on the thigh and a haphazard flail of a kick just to emphasise his point. Colle's well aware he won't be able to stand upright yet, maybe in time, perhaps a breath of fresh air will loosen him up? Who's to know! The untouched flask of liquid that had been on his stomach now rest on the floor beside him, but not for long, a long fingered pale hand scooped it up and pocketed it securely, safe and sound for later on in the night, his other arm disappeared beneath his bed, feeling around as he bit on his tongue because we all know that aids us with concentration.

"Aha! Oh Kaine my two legged fiendy friend, our transportation.. Well, my transportation has arrived!" In the shape of a broom, it does help being a member of the quidditch team. Easy manoeuvrability when your legs decide to give way on you. It didn't take long for Colle to roll onto the broomstick, the magical implement lifting him from the floor and darting forward, instantly colliding with the firmly shut door not once, not twice, but three times before coming to a jolted stop and just hovering, leaving a dazed looking Colle clinging on for dear life, "woah.. Kaine.. Door's shut."

[Kaine Gates]

"Broom!!!"

To say this excited Kaine was something of an understatement. He loved flying. He wasn't on the Quidditch team or anything; his balance was something that really needed working on - but he loved flying anyway. His broom was currently buried somewhere in the pit of his own dorm room. He was more than happy to hitch a backy on Colle's broom.

Slinging one leg over, whilst at the same time ensuring his bag remained on his shoulder, he dug his wand out and wiggled it at the door. "Open sesame!"

Yes...yes, he had put that charm on Colle's door, and that was indeed the word to get the damn door open again. Kaine wasn't exactly imaginative sometimes. Plus he had figured it was something that Colle may have actually been able to work out for himself. Maybe...on a good day...

The door swung outwards, albeit rather slowly, and the pair of them ventured out into the corridor, gripping onto the broom for dear life. Kaine was letting Colle drive, and he briefly wondered if this was a good idea, given the rather intoxicated state they were both in. Kaine would be no help whatsoever as navigator. All he knew, was that the owlery was up. Seeing as they were currently in the dungeons, it would be safe to assume that they couldn't really go wrong.

Yeah...but this was Kaine and Colle. On alcohol. It could, and probably would go wrong at some point, somewhere.

"Fly my pretty, flllyyyyyy!!!" Kaine was giggling slightly, another effect of the stupidly strong home-brewed alcohol. He felt light...really light...and flying was probably going to increase that feeling even more.

"I have glue in my bag," he finally answered to Colle's earlier question. "And...and....even if I didn't...hic...ooh hiccups!....Even if I didn't...well...I have a wand!" To justify this comment, he waved his wand around again, small sparks flying out the tip and exploding small chunks out of the corridor walls. "Oops...ah well."

With on hand wrapped around Colle's waist, and the other having an iron grip on his wand, Kaine was happy. He had ridiculously strong alcohol running through his bloodstream...in fact, probably more whiskey than blood right now, due to the sheer alcoholic content..he was flyyyyying and he was with his best mate. How could life get any better??

Well...they were about to go cause havoc with the owls, disrupt morning post which would be hilarious, and then move on to even bigger and better, more mischievous antics. Tonight was going to be sweeeeet.

Now...as long as he could stay on this broom whilst they flew through the corridors and up the stairs, hopefully running down some snotty-nosed first years in the process, everything would be cool. He didn't really fancy taking a detour to the infirmary to get one or both of them patched up. Especially after the alcohol...somehow, he didn't think the nurse would be too happy to have two exceedingly drunk Slytherin boys, stumbling into her infirmary clutching a broom and bleeding from wherever. It wouldn't exactly make a good impression.

"Onwards!" he yelled, gesticulating with his wand in the general direction of the exit. "Let's go piss some people off!...hic!"