Post by Emma McCoy on Jun 5, 2012 4:15:38 GMT 1
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won't you pardon me?
Emma watched in awe as Emilia finished her drink. In all honesty, it took Emma a lot until she was at the point of being able to chug booze, and even still she found the taste - especially Firewhiskey - difficult to choke down. It was a good thing that Emma actually loved Emilia or else she would be green with envy with so many things. Perhaps in a bad way. Whatever. It made their friendship interesting. Emma eyed her own glass and wondered if she did the same thing if she would vomit. Most likely. She was always the first to puke... and the first to pass out, too. It was safe to say by this point, Emma was drunk. She knew because the once-disgusting beverage now tasted like spicy juice or something. Despite Emilia's slurred words, Emma found she had no difficulty interpreting them. She laughed at Emilia's words as she sloppily poured another drink. She honestly believed that for every three drinks Emilia had, Emma only had one. Which probably meant that Emma had about 10 by now. Over-estimating? Probably. It was a lot, regardless. Considering Firewhiskey was supposed to be taken as shots, they would probably be dead if they were the average person - after all, Firewhiskey was not really any different than normal whiskey. At least, that's what Matt had told her after Emilia and Emma's first night of drinking the stuff straight which resulted in Emma waking Matt up in the middle of the night to hold her hair as she vomited for hours.
"You never have to worry about losing me, then. Pretty sure you're more butch than half the boys here anyways," she replied with a hiccup. "You're right. All we need is each other. Besides, more people means we have to share our booze more and I'm already going broke. What bottle are we on anyways?" she questioned, looking around. The room was spinning, however, and therefore she wasn't sure exactly what she was seeing. Emma lovingly caught the kiss that had been blowed and placed it on her forehead.
Emma laughed rather hard at the comments about Remus. "I bet that quiet boy would never imagine two drunk girls would be discussing having sex with him," she chortled. The thought of Remus finding out made Emma laugh even harder. "You think a boy like that could make you scream?" she wondered, raising an eyebrow. She always imagined a boy like Sirius making a girl scream, or even that James Potter boy. She remembered some blonde boy in Slytherin a few years back who probably could have done the same thing. But not a scrawny little boy like Remus.
"Adopting what?" Emma asked, absent-mindedly as she poured herself another drink. She was totally aware that she should probably be drinking something non-alcoholic between drinks, but she couldn't be arsed. She knew she could magically conjure water (which didn't make sense according to those silly wizarding rules about food and drink), but she really didn't think she should be handling a wand.
Emma giggled at the idea of Emilia pregnant. "Babies? How the hell would you manage to have babies? That would mean nine months of no drinking. You're not allowed to reproduce until you're like fifty. I'll probably be dead by then, anyways, and you'll be boring so you'll be free to then," she said. "And it won't matter if you're fat because you'll have Sirius Black's babies. What's better than that? Your children would be like... incredibly good-looking." she paused, and then reflected on what Emilia actually said. "Oh, I thought you were talking about having babies with Black. It's too bad that Malfoy boy graduated. Getting set up with him wouldn't be too bad, other than the fact that he's a complete wanker." She paused to grab a brownie that had fallen next to her on the chair and then took a large bite out of it. "Maybe you'll get lucky and your family will just give you to me to deal with. They bloody may as well. I do take credit for raising you more than they have," she joked. But to be fair, for the past six years, Emma was in Emilia's life more than her parents, even if her family was a bit off. It was what naturally happened when one sent their child off to boarding school. Besides, above the age of eleven was more important than before. It was when someone actually became who they were.
"I don't know what kind of scary-ass mosquitoes are biting you, but I'd be rather alarmed if a bug was able to create bites that large," Emma said. The thought was actually truly frightening, especially after she had consumed a large amount of alcohol. The thought made her shiver.
Emma had vaguely heard Emilia say something when Emma was coming back down the stairs, but hadn't quite caught it and when she went to ask, she had forgotten what she was going to say. When Emilia bent over, Emma laughed and replied with, "My favourite position is bent over a chair, but whatever floats your boat," knowing herself what was in the bottle, Emma went over and grabbed someone's disgarded sweater. Hey, it was white. What harm could it do? With Emilia's permission, Emma immediately carefully took a strand of Emilia's hair. "I love knowing the Muggle way to give highlights," she said cheerily. However, as she went to pour it on the single strand of hair, she wasn't looking at the nozzle, which was pointed directly at Emilia's head, and not at the strand of hair. The moment the bleach touched Emilia's roots, Emma froze and made the single-most unattractive face of her life in horror. However, she didn't say anything. Instead, she took a swig of her drink (a dip swig, mind you), and decided to go with it and poured the bleach all over Emilia's head. She then rubbed it in. "Now leave it on for like... I don't know, until I say." she instructed.
"You never have to worry about losing me, then. Pretty sure you're more butch than half the boys here anyways," she replied with a hiccup. "You're right. All we need is each other. Besides, more people means we have to share our booze more and I'm already going broke. What bottle are we on anyways?" she questioned, looking around. The room was spinning, however, and therefore she wasn't sure exactly what she was seeing. Emma lovingly caught the kiss that had been blowed and placed it on her forehead.
Emma laughed rather hard at the comments about Remus. "I bet that quiet boy would never imagine two drunk girls would be discussing having sex with him," she chortled. The thought of Remus finding out made Emma laugh even harder. "You think a boy like that could make you scream?" she wondered, raising an eyebrow. She always imagined a boy like Sirius making a girl scream, or even that James Potter boy. She remembered some blonde boy in Slytherin a few years back who probably could have done the same thing. But not a scrawny little boy like Remus.
"Adopting what?" Emma asked, absent-mindedly as she poured herself another drink. She was totally aware that she should probably be drinking something non-alcoholic between drinks, but she couldn't be arsed. She knew she could magically conjure water (which didn't make sense according to those silly wizarding rules about food and drink), but she really didn't think she should be handling a wand.
Emma giggled at the idea of Emilia pregnant. "Babies? How the hell would you manage to have babies? That would mean nine months of no drinking. You're not allowed to reproduce until you're like fifty. I'll probably be dead by then, anyways, and you'll be boring so you'll be free to then," she said. "And it won't matter if you're fat because you'll have Sirius Black's babies. What's better than that? Your children would be like... incredibly good-looking." she paused, and then reflected on what Emilia actually said. "Oh, I thought you were talking about having babies with Black. It's too bad that Malfoy boy graduated. Getting set up with him wouldn't be too bad, other than the fact that he's a complete wanker." She paused to grab a brownie that had fallen next to her on the chair and then took a large bite out of it. "Maybe you'll get lucky and your family will just give you to me to deal with. They bloody may as well. I do take credit for raising you more than they have," she joked. But to be fair, for the past six years, Emma was in Emilia's life more than her parents, even if her family was a bit off. It was what naturally happened when one sent their child off to boarding school. Besides, above the age of eleven was more important than before. It was when someone actually became who they were.
"I don't know what kind of scary-ass mosquitoes are biting you, but I'd be rather alarmed if a bug was able to create bites that large," Emma said. The thought was actually truly frightening, especially after she had consumed a large amount of alcohol. The thought made her shiver.
Emma had vaguely heard Emilia say something when Emma was coming back down the stairs, but hadn't quite caught it and when she went to ask, she had forgotten what she was going to say. When Emilia bent over, Emma laughed and replied with, "My favourite position is bent over a chair, but whatever floats your boat," knowing herself what was in the bottle, Emma went over and grabbed someone's disgarded sweater. Hey, it was white. What harm could it do? With Emilia's permission, Emma immediately carefully took a strand of Emilia's hair. "I love knowing the Muggle way to give highlights," she said cheerily. However, as she went to pour it on the single strand of hair, she wasn't looking at the nozzle, which was pointed directly at Emilia's head, and not at the strand of hair. The moment the bleach touched Emilia's roots, Emma froze and made the single-most unattractive face of her life in horror. However, she didn't say anything. Instead, she took a swig of her drink (a dip swig, mind you), and decided to go with it and poured the bleach all over Emilia's head. She then rubbed it in. "Now leave it on for like... I don't know, until I say." she instructed.
THESE SHOTS, THESE SHOTS WILL NEVER TAKE ME
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