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*~*Chapter 1*~* Depression equals a secret stash of Firewhiskey
One thought keeps running through my head, repeating itself over and over, it's giving me a headache. Oi, I need some Tylenol. Tylenol…what the hell, I'm a wizard for Christ's sake; I do have a wand and can work magic with it.
No pun intended…*wink* *wink*
Okay, enough already you're saying. What the hell's bothering me you ask?
It's that one thought…
Which is…?
What the hell am I doing here?!
Where is here you ask? Well, I somehow got talked, or dared if you will, into doing something really embarrassing… Damn my muggle mates, they shall pay for this. I suppose I should start from the beginning right? Right? Oi, you people are hopeless. Ok, not really but… damn it, I'm rambling again… Okay on with it then!
My muggle mates decided to have this wild party tonight. Does that really surprise anyone? I mean come on, you get 4 guys, all college age, who live in a house that they're buying (strange, I know) and you expect them to behave? Ha, like that'd happen…
Anyway, they, (Mike Armillion, Dan Mychalsen, Alex Lirison, and Brian Selujyck) my good friends, have decided to have a party, or as they put it, a par-TAAY! Good God I should have seen the signs… So they invited me to this party, and against my better judgment I agreed to go, or come, or…oh bollocks!
So I come to the party and as I pull up in the drive I already hear the music blaring. Anyone for bets on how long before the police arrive? Anyone?! Grrr… you people know me far too well. Yeah, okay, so they're muggles, I still didn't want to get any of them hauled off by the law for disruption of the peace, or noise pollution, or some such thing, so what do I do but put up a Silencing Charm.
Like a good little wizard, I never leave my wand at home, no matter what… too many Death Eaters left. Bloody bastards. Okay, so yeah, now that there's the Silencing Charm at least the neighbours will be able to sleep, and won't call the police. I've performed my civic duty for the day…er…night…er, oh shush.
So I go and knock on the door… And I knock… And I knock some more… Gits, won't even answer the bloody door… oh, wait, there's a door bell… He, he, he, God do I feel stupid. So I rang the door bell and Mike answered the door.
Yup, he's smashed… Drunker than a loon and it's not even ten yet. Odds are they've been drinking since…noon? Yup, that sounds about right. Ruddy good thing none of them know about my secret stash of…dun, dun, dun…FIREWHISKEY! Wow, does that shit knock you for a loop. I only drink it when I'm depressed, which is…erm…once a week. Okay, okay, twice a week. Saturday and Sunday is all I swear! Okay, so sometimes Friday nights as well. You shall get me to attest to no more! Ha, ha, ha, I used a BIG word!
Attest is not a BIG word you say? Well, it IS to me, so…so…bugger you! HA!
Wait…now you want to know why I get depressed? God, you're a tough crowd. Well, you'll just have to wait. That comes in to play later in the narrative.
So Mike let me in to the house, he promptly disappeared with some chick that looked to be as smashed as he. Bet he regrets that in the morning, better yet, bet she regrets that in the morning! Ha, I crack myself up. Please note my sarcasm. Wow, I really do have a dry sense of humour…
I make my way through the crowd that's forming in the parlour, I firmly resolve that I will have one drink and without delay leave for home. Wow, I'm a prick.
I make my way to the bar that the four have in the used-to-be-a-formal women's-parlour. I order an Irish Crème on the rocks from Brian, who actually seems to be nearly sober, must be because he's in charge of the bar and needs to be able to think clearly so he doesn't `accidentally' poison one of Alex's ex girlfriends, all of whom seem to be present at the moment. Oooo, I wonder if there'll be a `Bitch-Fight' that'd be a show, let me tell you. All these airhead blonds with over sized, and over priced, if you catch my drift, chests going at each other. Wonder how many would loose an eye?
Okay, enough of that. I take my drink and meander my way to the pool room that's full of…brunettes? What do they like have a different room for different hair colours? Oh well, what ever floats their boats I guess.
I look around and decide that I really must leave soon, I'm starting to sink again, into depression that is. Okay, you wanted to know why I got so depressed. Well, it's because of…
her…
And she's standing right in front of me…shit.
(A/N: Anyway, Chapter 2 will be up in the morning!!! Enjoy!)