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Post by Henry Watson on Aug 1, 2013 19:55:47 GMT -5
Henry thought for a moment. "Well, I heard of this secret passageway. It supposedly leads to Hogsmeade. Bloke named Noah told me about it once. Good guy," he trailed off in thought. "Anyways." He snapped back into the moment. "We could try it. I'm sure Madame Rosmerta (ooc; assuming this would be her granddaughter running the shoppe) will give us something. After we all, we were crafted by a divine being," said Henry, straightening importantly. He checked his watch. "It's only 10:30 anyways, the night is young," Henry finished, wagging his eyebrows. He waited as Ryan grabbed his bag, and led the way down the Astronomy tower stairs, taking care to walk quietly. Henry led the way to the Gryffindor portrait hole before stopping. "Alright. I know the passage is on the third floor somewhere. And that it's on the way to the entrance hall from Gryffindor tower. So, shall we?" Without waiting for an answer, Henry started back down the corridor. He didn't answer Ryan's concerns until he found the statue of the humpbacked witch. With his luck, they didn't run into any professors or prefects who were sure to be prowling the castle. He took out his wand, and tapped the back of the witch. Nothing happened. "Hmm, I'm sure I'm supposed to say something... but I forget what. Starts with a d..." He tapped the back again, hoping it would come to him. After a few moments of thought, Henry's ears picked up the sound of foot steps. They weren't hurried, but they would be soon. His luck seemed to be running out. And then, he remembered. "Dissendium," he whispered, tapping the hump. It cracked open, and Henry grabbed Ryan's hand and dragged him through the hole, watching it close. "That was close," he said, quickly letting go. He turned, and peered into the corridor blindly. "Lumos," said Henry, holding up his wand. He paused before starting forward down the corridor. "There's nothing wrong with me, by the way," he said gruffly. Honestly, where did he get that idea from? tag/Ryan Cunningham
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Post by Ryan Cunningham on Aug 4, 2013 13:23:14 GMT -5
Ryan simply nodded as he followed Henry through the corridors, which seemed to go on forever. In reality it didn't take them too long to get to the statue, which didn't seem to move, but he felt like he had walked for an eternity to find it. Henry seemed to be more aware of secret passages than Ryan was, it showed. Ryan had walked past this statue too many times in the past without even giving a second thought about it being some sort of secret passageway, he was oblivious to most things in Hogwarts. After Henry had whispered something and tapped the statue, he felt Henry pulling him forcefully behind the passageway, pitch black, until Henry lit it with a simple spell. He echoed Henry's spell with his own wand, emanating a bright white light to match, who wants just one light when it's possible to have double the brightness? "Well, assuming she's going to be a babe, how drunk are you getting?" He asked as he tried to look further down the passage way, it just seemed like the corridors; endless. The question came, the one he had been dreading. How could he tell someone they were being more moody than usual and not with it without being offensive? There wasn't any way to do it. He ignored it for a minute or two, kept walking until they reached the end of the passage.
It seemed like he had been down there years and he had found the light at the end of the tunnel. He had escaped. The non-stale air hit him like a truck, although it was likely that this passage was used on a regular basis, it was more unlikely that it was used enough and the entrances left open long enough for the air to circulate through properly. The air just seemed stagnant all the way through to him. "Well, to be blunt mate, you just don't seem like you're completely with it tonight." He blurted out of no where, in answer to Henry's question about why Ryan thought there was something up. The thought of almost being caught sneaking out came to his mind, it was one that sent his stomach doing back flips, the adrenaline and fear that ran through him sent him to a whole new level that didn't seem to plateau, he didn't usually get this thrill from sneaking out but sneaking out with his room mate was just something else. It sounded like one of those experiences which could bring them closer or just go terribly wrong and make their living arrangement for the rest of the year the most awkward thing going. He tapped his wand out and put a hand out for Henry to grab hold of so Ryan could give him a hand getting out of the passageway. [/blockquote]
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Post by Henry Watson on Aug 4, 2013 16:09:31 GMT -5
"Hot blonde bar maid?" Henry tapped his chin, feigning deep thought. "Drunk enough to barely remember it in the morning, I think that would be suitable," he decided. Things were awkward for a bit, as Henry's denial of acting weird hung in the air. He still had no idea what Ryan was talking about, and considered what he had done tonight to make him think that way. The air in the passage smelled of old earth, which made sense since they were underground. Henry took the steps quickly, and hit his head on the ceiling. "Bloody--" Henry cut himself off when he realized that he had displaced the trapdoor. "Oh." He peeked out and realized they were in a cellar of some sort. The light was very faint, coming from under a door at the top of another set of stairs. He listened for a moment, and was met with silence. Henry was frozen listening when Ryan passed him and entered the cellar, offering Henry a hand up. Henry took it and heaved himself out of the hole in the floor. "Thanks," he said, bending down to replace the door. "Look, mate, I don't know what happened or whatever, but let's just forget about it, alright? We're here for a good time, so lets make the best of it, yeah?" Henry led the way up the cellar stairs, and into what they discovered to be Honeydukes. All of the sweets were locked up at this hour (unfortunately), and so was the door. One of the few spells Henry kept in his repertoire was alohomora, often used to get him into places and things he wasn't supposed to be. "Let's go get smashed, shall we?" With a grin on his face, he set off towards the Three Broomsticks and what he hoped to be a fantastically drunk night. tag/Ryan Cunningham
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Post by Ryan Cunningham on Aug 4, 2013 17:35:19 GMT -5
As Henry told him to just forget about earlier, Ryan shrugged and nodded at the same time. He did often misinterpret things and read things the wrong way, he knew that, but whenever he did he wouldn't let it get in the way of the night. When something is said, it's done and over and done with. That's it. Time to move on with the night. Henry was right though, it was time to get drunk and have fun, something that Ryan was in much need of; how they planned on making it back to the castle in the morning was another thing. Ryan didn't plan on waking up in his bed, he panned on waking up in the middle of Hogsmeade somewhere; it's not like they were obviously students or anything, all they had to do was hide away anything which gave them away and the night was still young, so there were still students from the castle out having their 'cheeky quick one drink before sneaking back'. "Well mate, if that's how we're playing it, let's get fucking mortal." He said with a smile crawling across his face, last time he got drunk and snuck out of the castle he found himself back at some other wizard's house having a wild night of naughty habits.
"What you on tonight then? The firewhisky?" He asked, remembering what Henry had mentioned earlier about wanting to drink some, or something like that, Ryan's memory wasn't amazing when he had things on his mind and tonight, it was what to drink. He was having a debate between beer and White Rat Whisky, sure it tasted like something you'd pick up off the floor that had been festering for a week, but it did the job and pretty quickly, too. The only regret that Ryan had was he didn't sneak any Jagermeister into the castle to pre-drink, that stuff worked wonders on Ryan, it got him into the party and drinking spirit faster than you could click your fingers and say 'expelled from Hogwarts'. The Three Broomsticks got into view pretty quickly and Ryan got butterflies in his stomach, he wasn't sure if he had ever taken Henry out on a proper night of boozing with him before, if he hadn't, he was sure in for a surprise. Parties at his house was one thing and boozing out on the town was another when it came to Ryan; he had no parents about to tell him when to stop and he sure wasn't about to let Henry become his parenting figure for the night. It was a night for the two guys to enjoy themselves.
He held the door open for a couple who were trying to get out of the pub at the same time as Ryan was trying to enter, which they thanked him for and he gave them a gesture to say it was no problem, then he held the door for Henry and gestured for him to enter the pub. It took him all about three seconds to spot two things; students, namely three prefects and a regular student, and an empty table. "Ladies first." He said as he waited for Henry to walk on past.
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Post by Henry Watson on Aug 5, 2013 19:01:50 GMT -5
The pair made their way through the well lit streets of Hogsmeade. Soon, the Three Broomsticks came into view, and Henry felt a smile creep across his face. This whole village was just so normal to wizards, yet still foreign to him. The Three Broomsticks basically epitomized wizarding normalcy to him. Ryan held the door open for him, and Henry shot him a glare for his words. "What a gentleman," he muttered, breezing past him. Henry paused right in the doorway, noticing what Ryan had seen right off. There were other students in here, including prefects. Henry grinned, knowing that they couldn't get in trouble now without taking the others with them. It looked like all of them were in for a memorable night. Henry made straight for the bar, giving the young Rosmerta a flirtatious smile. "'Lo, Rosmerta. How are you this fine evening?" She tittered some reply that didn't interest Henry. "Lovely, lovely. How about a fire whiskey each for me and my friend here?" He asked, leaning closer to her. Her skin flushed scarlet, and he pulled a few coins out of his pocket to pay. "What do you say to joining us once your night is over?" he asked suggestively. She nodded slightly, smiling as she served them their drinks. "Thanks, love," he said, taking the glasses and passing one to Ryan. "We'll be around here. See you later," he added to the barmaid with a wink, then moved towards a table near the other students. "Tonights on me, mate. Lord knows my dad's converted enough of our muggle money to wizarding currency for my spending pleasure," he said lightly. He tipped the firewhiskey down his throat, loving the burn that settled low in his stomach. "So, what's the drunkest you've ever been?" Henry asked his friend over his glass. tag/Ryan Cunningham
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Post by Ryan Cunningham on Aug 7, 2013 7:24:14 GMT -5
Ryan watched as Henry worked his charm on Rosemerta, it was obvious that she had a thing for him the way she turned red the minute he began sweet talking her, then when he invited her to join them at the end of the night he could tell exactly how this night was going to end. He shot Henry a look of 'What are you playing at' as he tried to figure him out. He took the glass and thanked Henry for it, took a swig and followed him to the table. It wasn't long before Henry was telling Ryan how the night was on him, sure that sounded great and all but it was against every moral fibre in his body to allow someone to pay for the night, he had to pull his weight with it. "At least let me get a couple of rounds in, then the bar is all yours." He replied, it only seemed fair if Henry was that determined to pay for everything that night. The table they found was lit quite well, yet at the same time it was dim, light enough for them to see each other and their drinks but not light enough for him to be able to write if he wanted to. It was light enough for the night and big enough for Rosemerta to join them if she did want to take up Henry's offer. "Well, the drunkest I've been?" he repeated the question then thought about it for a moment, it wasn't a night he was proud of, but he wasn't about to lie to Henry about it. "Dad had gone away leaving me and my brother at home so we threw a bit of a party and invited a load of muggles that we know, so it was vodka and absinth all around pretty much," He began, grimacing at the bitter taste of neat absinthe that haunted his memory ever so badly. "I got drunk enough to decide it'd be a good idea to run down the road naked, climb over my neighbour's fence and get back to my house by garden hopping." He finished off, then took a swig of the firewhisky and the soft burn made its way down to his stomach where it settle. It wasn't unpleasant, it felt like 'just one of those things'.
It got Ryan thinking, how drunk was he going to get tonight? Was he going to end up his usual mess or was he going to try and sustain some form of dignity at the end of the night? Usually he set out like a man on a mission, but something in his gut was telling him not to tonight, as if something was going to go wrong if he did and he would end up being reminded of it in the morning. "What about you?" He asked, kicking his feet back and resting them on the table leg and putting one arm up on the chair, making himself comfortable, lounging on the chair.
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Post by Henry Watson on Aug 7, 2013 20:29:22 GMT -5
"Fine, fine," said Henry. "Well, she won't rat us out and maybe we can get a few free rounds out of her," he continued, glancing at Rosmerta. He knocked back the rest of his drink, and nearly spit it out during Ryan's tale of his drunkest moment. He managed to swallow the drink, and grinned at his friend. "That's pretty hard to top," said Henry. He set his empty glass is empty. "If you intend to do good on your promise..." he trailed off, tapping his glass. Henry managed to catch the barmaid's eye, and she came over with another round of drinks for them. They would settle the bar tab later. Henry thought for a moment, taking a long drink. There had been a lot of times when he'd been drunk. "Well, I suppose there was one that really beats the rest," he mused. "I was out at a friend's house, and we all got hammered playing some drinking games. It was the summer, and we were bored," Henry made sure to add before Ryan could make fun of him for being a sissy or something for playing a drinking game. "A couple of people I didn't really know showed up, but other than that I was pretty incoherent. Puked in the bathroom, rallied, I guess. Ended going home with someone. I woke up at three am to a dark bedroom, a naked person, and a condom on the floor." He shrugged, taking another sip of his drink. "Instead of leaving, I just went back to sleep. I was drunk almost the whole next day, and the resulting hangover was awful." Henry averted his eyes. What he failed to mention that the person who had taken him home was a guy. After a few moments, Henry spoke again. "Ever get caught by the police, you know, in all your streaking endeavors?" he asked, knocking back a large amount of his second drink. tag/Ryan Cunningham
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Post by Ryan Cunningham on Aug 8, 2013 16:53:17 GMT -5
Ryan copied Henry's motion of downing his drink, but with Ryan, he put it down more forcefully than he intended, almost slamming it onto the table which got a few disgusted looks from other patrons of the pub. He made some dodgy facial expression which could pass off as a sorry about that, then smiled at Henry again and rolled his eyes. "My bad, I guess." He chuckled, mostly to himself then looked up as a barmaid brought more drinks over, which he grabbed a few coins out of his own pocket and pushed them towards Henry after the barmaid had disappeared, if he got too drunk he'd completely forget to give Henry the money later, which he couldn't do, it was just stupidly out of order to pull a stunt like that. As Henry had explained what he had got up to, Ryan raise an eye brow. How could he be so drunk he couldn't remember banging someone? If he got like that, he wouldn't even be able to get it up and working for a bit of 'fun time'. "Well, kudos to you for at least remembering a condom, don't want baby Henry's running about, do we?" He teased with a cheeky grin and a sip of his drink. "I'm not ready to be uncle Ryan yet." He finished off after swallowing, the burn returning once more.
Ryan noticed that Henry had taken a lot of his drink in his second glug and Ryan was not about to become the responsible one for the night, there were going to be two underage paralytic guys on the town tonight, neither of them was going to be in any state to look after the other with what Ryan had planned. Shots. Lots of them. "Well, not so much. I've had them try to arrest me for it, but by that point, I was on my own front lawn, so there wasn't much they could do except tell me to inside and sober up." The words came out so nonchalantly, anyone would think he had been in this kind of trouble before. He knocked back a fair amount of his own drink, not as much as Henry had, but a decent amount, then motioned over to the bartender, who came over quickly. "Four of your strongest spirit shots, please." The bartender quickly returned to the bar and came over with four shot glasses, placing two in front of each of them. "Here's to a good night." The grin across his face was a cross between 'it's going to be a good one' and 'let's get trollied', quickly knocked back both shots and made the standard 'spirit shot' face, then stared at Henry dead in the eyes, waiting for his reaction to the shots.
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Post by Henry Watson on Aug 9, 2013 10:44:58 GMT -5
Henry pocketed the coins Ryan shoved him with a mumbled thanks, knocking back more of his drink. He was well on his way to a fuzzy, fun filled night. Already he was feeling comfortably warm in the pub. "Little Henry's were not exactly what we were worried about at the time, I think," he murmured, finishing his drink. He didn't know why he was being so stupidly honest. Must be the alcohol. He nodded appropriately with Ryan's story. "Ah, well I hear that it's illegal in America to even have a drink under 21. That's barmy, isn't it?" He was about to order another round for them, but Ryan got to her first, ordering four shots of the strongest liquor they had. Henry's face paled, and he swallowed hard. It was a comical sight, almost one out of a movie. The shots were placed down in front of him, and he stared at them. He quickly glanced up at Ryan, who was in the middle of toasting, and Henry hastily held up the shot as well. He held his breath and knocked back the two disgusting shots, pulling a seriously disgusted face, a bit of the liquor dribbling out of the side of his mouth. He wiped away the excess with the back of his hand, and smoothed his expression over, even though he was still disgusted and really just wanted to wipe his tongue. "That was awful," he said, flinching again. "Can't we stick to good alcohol? Won't give us as monstrous of a hangover either," he said, eyeing Ryan. He flagged down Rosmerta, and ordered them two blood tests shots. She nodded, understanding what he was asking for. A few moments later, she returned with two blood red shots. "Thanks, love," he said to Rosmerta. Henry pulled one of the shots towards him. "Grenadine and tequila," he explained to Ryan. "Bottoms up, mate." He knocked back the shot, enjoying the cherry flavor hiding the tequila much more than the straight vodka. "I know my shooters. Trust a man with good taste," he said. tag/Ryan Cunningham
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Post by Henry Watson on Aug 9, 2013 10:45:11 GMT -5
Henry pocketed the coins Ryan shoved him with a mumbled thanks, knocking back more of his drink. He was well on his way to a fuzzy, fun filled night. Already he was feeling comfortably warm in the pub. "Little Henry's were not exactly what we were worried about at the time, I think," he murmured, finishing his drink. He didn't know why he was being so stupidly honest. Must be the alcohol. He nodded appropriately with Ryan's story. "Ah, well I hear that it's illegal in America to even have a drink under 21. That's barmy, isn't it?" He was about to order another round for them, but Ryan got to her first, ordering four shots of the strongest liquor they had. Henry's face paled, and he swallowed hard. It was a comical sight, almost one out of a movie. The shots were placed down in front of him, and he stared at them. He quickly glanced up at Ryan, who was in the middle of toasting, and Henry hastily held up the shot as well. He held his breath and knocked back the two disgusting shots, pulling a seriously disgusted face, a bit of the liquor dribbling out of the side of his mouth. He wiped away the excess with the back of his hand, and smoothed his expression over, even though he was still disgusted and really just wanted to wipe his tongue. "That was awful," he said, flinching again. "Can't we stick to good alcohol? Won't give us as monstrous of a hangover either," he said, eyeing Ryan. He flagged down Rosmerta, and ordered them two blood tests shots. She nodded, understanding what he was asking for. A few moments later, she returned with two blood red shots. "Thanks, love," he said to Rosmerta. Henry pulled one of the shots towards him. "Grenadine and tequila," he explained to Ryan. "Bottoms up, mate." He knocked back the shot, enjoying the cherry flavor hiding the tequila much more than the straight vodka. "I know my shooters. Trust a man with good taste," he said. tag/Ryan Cunningham
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Post by Ryan Cunningham on Aug 9, 2013 16:17:51 GMT -5
Ryan watched as Henry seemed disgusted by the shots that he had ordered, it brought him some sort of satisfaction that he was able to down the drinks without flinching where as Henry didn't take them as well as he did. Maybe he wasn't a fan of vodka, but at the end of the day, he didn't have to drink them, Ryan would have been quite happy to down all four. It didn't take Henry too long to order more shots in and Ryan looked at the shots placed in front of them. "Well, if you're playing it safe tonight then, guess I'll have to as well." He teased, then downed the drink in front of him and knocked the shot back, too. He quickly went back to earlier comment about being 21 to drink in the states, something he had never understood. Why make the drinking age 21 when in most other countries it's between 16-18, maybe Europe had just gone crazy themselves and the states had it right, but he thought it was long drawn out enough having to wait until he was eighteen to be able to roll into any pub he wanted to and get served, he had to go to those where either a friend was good at chatting up the barstaff or where the barstaff knew him from out of work and they were happy to serve someone underage.
"I suppose man, it is a bit of a shitter really, but at the end of the day, there's got to be an age somewhere and I suppose it just depends on what the government out there decided on." He stated matter-of-factly, the alcohol hadn't hit him yet, not too much anyway. He was beginning to get there, definitely. He waved to the bartender, ordering two more firewhiskys, he wasn't about to ease up just yet. "So, what were you concerned about in your drunken state if you weren't concerned about having kids?" He asked as the drinks were placed in front of them. He had to hand it to the staff, they were quick with their service and the drinks were good, too. If he was waiting in a muggle pub, they'd probably be waiting for ages for their drinks during a busy time like this. Magic helped, really. He was certain they had their drinks made by magic rather than by hand judging by how quickly they were coming out of the bar. Ryan's eyes wandered back out towards the pub for a second where he saw one of the prefects attempt to stand up and stumble and fall into the table next to them, he smiled at the image. "He's going to have a hangover from hell tomorrow." He said, almost as if he was looking down on the guy, judging him, almost.
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Post by Henry Watson on Aug 9, 2013 17:00:15 GMT -5
After tipping back the decidedly better tasting shooter, Ryan ordered another round of firewhiskey. Henry glanced over at the prefect, and laughed. "He's having fun. Let's get on his level, shall we?" asked Henry, raising his glass briefly before drinking most of it in one go. "And I'm not playing it safe, I'm playing it tasty," he amended, taking another sip. He wasn't properly enjoying the drink, really just doing his best to get as plastered as possible, as quickly as possible. "Well, good thing we don't live there," Henry commented, disliking immensely age restrictions. "I'd say we're two responsible, under 21 lads, aren't we?" Rosmerta was starting to look a little anxious as he waved her over. "Darling, could you get us each a glass of water? I know at some point tonight we'll both need it. And do you know how to make a long island iced tea? Just a bit of vodka, rum, tequila, gin and triple sec, with some sour mix and a bit of cola. Make mine a cranberry, actually." She nodded, and bustled off to make the slamming muggle drink. He turned to Ryan. "I'm sure you've had a long island before, right? Last time I got one I went up to my mate's apartment and invited up a girl he had no interest in. I went to bed while he, out of utter politeness, shagged her." He shrugged, feeling his inhibitions slip away as he finished his firewhiskey. He would take more time with the long island. The cranberry really made a difference in taste though, much better. "I was more worried about venereal disease, you know? Always a risk when you're shagging a--" he cut himself off. "Well, anyone really, besides I wasn't thinking much really. I can't even remember the act." tag/Ryan Cunningham
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Post by Ryan Cunningham on Aug 9, 2013 17:59:01 GMT -5
"Under twenty ones? Yes, but responsible? Well, that one's up for debate." He said with a wink then took a good gulp of his firewhisky, he hadn't even finished it before Henry had ordered these other drinks that he had drunk once, and he was sure he liked it, but was so out of it he couldn't quite remember it. Ryan listened to Henry's story and noticed he had cut himself off, but decided it was better to just leave it, Ryan read the signs that Henry was embarrassed about it and who it was, but he was sure once a few more drinks had gone down he'd be able to get it out of him. The wonderful thing about alcohol was that it stopped the filter on most peoples mouths and their inhibitions with the truth tended to disappear. He knew his dad would be proud of him being for being able to sneak out of school to go and get drunk; as long as his grades were decent enough to make him pass his dad didn't care what he did, but this is the sort of thing he'd call 'following in his footsteps'. "Honestly mate, this drinking is making me miss partying hard till the early hours of the morning." He admitted, then took another gulp of his drink. It didn't take long for Rosemerta to bring over these drinks that Henry had ordered. Double parked. "Shit." He muttered, looked at Henry, knowing what he had to do and downed the rest of his firewhisky, which was half full, then belched.
And boom goes the inhibitions. Out the window. Swept under the rug. In the trash. Not there, gone, as if they had disappeared. "So Henry, tell me, who have you got your eye on at the moment?" Threw it out there point blank, he had decided at that point in time it was time to be wing man for the guy, they shared a room; what more could he do? He could at least get to know the lass he was going to be seeing on a regular basis if it all went to plan. He took a sip of the long island and smiled. Just how he remembered it, coming back to him. Yeah, it tasted good, he was definitely taking this one a bit slower, they had been in the pub for a whole entire half hour and he had already downed a fair few drinks including shots, they were on a mission to get mortal, but not to be mortal and chundering by midnight, he didn't even want to contemplate going back to the castle tonight, he wanted to wake up naked and in a gutter somewhere and play the game of picking up the pieces of what happened the night before.
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Post by Henry Watson on Aug 9, 2013 19:32:42 GMT -5
Henry thought for a moment, then nodded his head in agreement. "Alright, at the very most we are a smidge responsible." He took a moment to watch the other students in the pub. One bloke was chatting up a girl. The look on his face made it clear that he thought he had a one way ticket to pound town. The look on her face was contrary. Henry sblack personed at the sight. "Look at that poor lad there," said Henry, nudging Ryan's arm and nodding towards the pair. "I cant tell who needs help more." "Well my liver was thankful for the reprieve. But a good drunk night is long overdue. Quickly, Henry finished his fire whiskey and ordered them some long islands. Ryan hadn't finished his first drink when the next round arrived, forcing him to finish his drink quickly. Henry knew that finishing that drink that quickly would likely tip him over the proverbial edge from semi sobriety to obnoxious drunk. With both of them sipping slowly , Henry noticed the slight shift in behavior shortly after Ryan put his drink down. Taken aback, Henry thought for a moment, drawing a blank. "actually I don't really have my eye on anyone. That's a first," he added with a chuckle. "I mean sure there are people I'd shag, but probably nothing more.". His tongue was starting to feel heavy. He took a sip of water. "You?" tag/ Ryan Cunningham
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Post by Ryan Cunningham on Aug 18, 2013 14:45:42 GMT -5
As Henry nudged him to look at the guy who was falling over, Ryan chuckled, he knew he was going to end up that way tonight. "You take one, I'll take the other?" He jokingly suggested, he didn't have any intentions of going to help at all. He was more inclined to sit there and watch it all blow up and hopefully see the girl slap him round the face, or even better, knock him out. When Henry had turned the question back around, Ryan seemed a bit taken aback. It was time to play tactful; there were definitely people he'd have a good go on, but no one that he wanted people to find out about. "Same boat really mate, my problem is they're all straight." He said with a roll of his eyes and took a sip of his drink. Gay problems; the good ones are all taken or straight. At that, he followed the action that Henry made with drinking water, took a good gulp of it, attempting to dilute some of the alcohol in his system so he might be able to, somehow, continue drinking into the well early hours of the morning. He didn't plan on leaving any time soon, but he knew he'd need to if he continued with the drinks at this rate. Ryan felt a bit more relaxed until he heard a small thud where the girl had punched the guy chatting her up and he had fallen over and smacked his face on a table. "Ouch." He muttered as he span himself around almost at 180 degrees and saw what had happened. Obviously he had said something wrong. "I wonder what he said to get that kind of response." He pondered as he sipped the alcohol in front of him.
Ryan played with his hands a little, then circled the top of the glass with his middle and index finger. The glass was still cold, it sent a slight chill up his arm and into his back which made him shudder slightly. Ryan's eyes shot back up towards Henry, he opened his mouth then closed it. He didn't even have anything to say at that point, he was about to make false conversation and babble on. Something he was never really any good at. "Well mate, I don't know about you, but I'm beginning to get that feeling that it's time to cause a bit of subtle havoc." He said with a smile, the kind of smile that gave the impression that he had something up his sleeve. Well, in his bag. Time to get the wand out, pop some puking pastilles into a few peoples drinks and time to give someone the ride of their life with it.
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Post by Henry Watson on Aug 18, 2013 20:39:16 GMT -5
Henry simply shook his head. He didn't have any intentions of helping the poor bloke either. He quickly explained his predicament about how no one really caught his eye lately. "Tough luck, mate," said Henry. "I'm sure there are some people who out there that are gay too." He took a sip of his fire whiskey. "Probably just don't know it quite yet. Or won't admit it to themselves," he added with a shrug. Henry got a good view of the girl's disgusted face as the seriously drunk guy whispered something (albeit sloppily) in her ear. She ended up punching him, and Henry guffawed loudly. "Nice right hook!" he called, earning a glare from the girl. The guy rubbed his cheek mournfully, but Henry couldn't imagine it hurting that badly. He probably hadn't even felt anything, the drunken mess. "He probably told her exactly what he wanted to do to her," said Henry, raising his brows suggestively. He took another sip of his firewhiskey, almost bored at the same motion over and over. He saw Ryan shudder at something, and raised a brow in question. He opened his mouth like a fish, then closed it again. Henry couldn't help but laugh. "Subtle havoc?" said Henry with a scoff. "I'm thinking far from that. What should we do? Make it rain gumdrops? That's tame. After all, you did want subtle," he said, taking another sip of firewhiskey, and waving for another round. He hiccuped. "Thoughts? We could always just leave it to Hemingway the drunk and his true love with the right hook over there," he added, nodding in their direction. tag/Ryan Cunningham
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Post by Ryan Cunningham on Aug 21, 2013 8:00:35 GMT -5
If there was one thing that Ryan loved about Henry, it was the fact he would come out with things like his little 'Nice right hook' where Ryan would, nine times out of ten, not bother saying anything about it. Ryan sat there, waiting to see if anything else happened with the girl who had hit the guy, but it seemed that they had left it at that. How boring and uneventful. He thought about what Henry had said about about people not knowing if they were gay or straight, it was plausible, but Ryan had always managed to find a way to fall for the straight guy and he rarely ever found a gay guy who caught his eye, strangely. It was the forbidden fruit concept. Ryan took down more of the alcoholic beverage in front of him, then another gulp of the water. He wasn't about to peak just yet, he knew he needed to sober up a little bit and take it a bit slower. He slowly nodded a bit at leaving it to the drunkard and miss punch a lot, but grabbed his wand and subtly pointed it towards the drunkard's glass of drink and whispered under his breath the magical words. "Expluso". The small pop of the glass made it clear that Ryan didn't want to get caught with it, he quickly turned back to Henry and gave him the same mischievous smile. "Let's hope no one else saw me, eh?" He winked then took another sip of his firewhisky.
Just like everyone, Ryan had his nice streak to him, but then at the same time he was one of those people who, given the right situation, could make the most evil wizard on the planet look like a little harmless bunny. The amount of times that he had to stop himself pulling some illegal hex on someone, oe hexing someone to the point that they would have gone completely insane from the torture of it all was ridiculous. If Ryan was drunk enough and someone decided to start on him, there was no telling hat he would do, especially if he wasn't thinking about things properly. Hopefully that wasn't going to be the case tonight, he was on a good night out, on a mission to get smashed and that was the way he was going. He watched as a few more of the pub-goers left the building when they realised that there were drunk teenagers around, he couldn't blame them really; when he was their age he wouldn't particularly want to end up in a pub with them. He stretched his legs out a bit, knocking against Henry's knee, he quickly apologised, then retracted his leg again and took another sip of his drink.
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Post by Henry Watson on Aug 21, 2013 16:08:18 GMT -5
Henry noticed Ryan drinking more water, and took that as a cue to do the same. If Ryan wasn't going to be a hot mess quite yet, he didn't want to be either. He took a sip of water, thinking about all the times when he went to muggle pubs just to drink beer before he had discovered firewhiskey, and beer had never been the same. Too filling, and not alcoholic enough. Henry had realized that firewhiskey tasted an awful lot like cinnamon whiskey, which was offered at muggle pubs. There were many nights similar to the one he described to Ryan after that discovery. Instead of pursuing the though, Henry knocked back a large amount of firewhiskey.
He flinched when the glass exploded, and couldn't contain a sblack person. "Let's hope not, otherwise you'll have detention for a week, mate," said Henry in an undertone, leaning closer to Ryan than probably necessary. He was drunk, he knew it. Probably shouldn't have ordered that last firewhiskey. "Well, now that my inhibitions have taken a leave of absence," said Henry, slurring slightly. "I think that calls for another round. With no shame." He wasn't really making sense, but then again, his thoughts were muddled. Ryan accidentally brushed his leg, something Henry shouldn't have noticed but did. He left Ryan at the table and went up to the bar to order, feeling his head clear somewhat as he left his friend behind. Feeling a change of pace, he ordered two red currant rums, and waited for them to be made. He brought them back to the table, and passed one to Ryan.
"Tonight is shaping up to be a real mess," he observed. "You know, I wouldn't be surprised if we ended up in a gutter, completely naked." Henry spilled a bit of drink down his shirt. "Shit, well, knew that was coming," he said with a laugh, brushing the spot with a napkin.
tag/Ryan Cunningham
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Post by Ryan Cunningham on Aug 23, 2013 19:44:51 GMT -5
His heart skipped a beat. What just happened. He didn't expect Henry to get so close to him, it was an odd sensation, he got a scent of something smelling nice and it was coming from Henry, too. What was he wearing? Was he wearing anything? When Henry had moved back and away from the table, he couldn't help but think about what had just happened to him? Attempting to brush it off, he downed the rest of the alcohol in his glass and waited for Henry to make his way back. What was he up to this time? He usually just waved down the bartender, he probably had something up his sleeve if he was making his way to the bar this time. If it was extra shots in the drinks then Ryan knew he would end up on the floor in a matter of minutes, let alone hours. Ryan's eyes had glazed right over; he was well on his way to being drunk. The alcohol blanket had kicked in, too, his face had slightly flushed over with a mild red on his cheeks and he relaxed back in his chair, feeling like he was in a comfortable cloud made of marshmallows and rabbits. His head tilted back and he put his hands behind his head, that was until he heard the knocking of glasses on the table again. Henry was back.
When Henry had commented on how messy the night was becoming, Ryan nodded in agreement, took a sip of his drink and swished it around his mouth a bit attempting to get some flavour out of it. Yep, he was past the point in tasting most things, or being able to differentiate between different taste, at least. Still, it wasn't a bad drink. "What is this? Isn't not bad." He asked, taking another glug of it. Good thing he had swallowed by the time Henry spilled his drink down him, he knew he'd have redecorated the place with his drink from the sheer amount of spray that would have came out as he laughed. "Well, I doubt anyone's going to have any objections about that, mate." He said with a small smile, looked at his glass and picked it up, attempting to hide the fact he had slightly bitten his lip out of natural reaction from thinking about someone taking their shirt off if they were good looking. There was no doubt about it, Henry was a good looking lad, he was pretty nice to look at, hell, Ryan thought he had hit the jackpot of room mates when he first found out, but then he quickly found himself in the friendzone and the 'gay friend' zone.
"So, if we'll end up naked in a gutter, who's big spoon?" He teased and winked at Henry. The noise in the place was dying down, it would have been a lot easier to hear their conversations now, it could easily be mistaken for one of those 'lets go on a date and flirt a bit then end up fucking and pull the I'm not like this' card, especially considering how the two had been drinking a fair whack. Rosemerta. The lady's name echoed through his mind as he realised that Henry had invited her to join them later in the evening and Ryan was already pretty pissed. "Aint that bird who works here supposed to be joining us later?" He reminded Henry, hoping that she wouldn't have to. He was actually enjoying the guy time between them.
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Post by Henry Watson on Aug 23, 2013 23:59:08 GMT -5
Henry was feeling on edge. In his intoxicated state, he was noticing more subtle things and touches. It was weird, but pleasant, so naturally, Henry left Ryan to go to the bar to get more drinks. His head cleared somewhat. He ordered two red currant rums, and seriously considered asking Rosmerta to put extra shots in them. The pub was beginning to empty, slowly but surely. The other students were still at their table, but the bloke who had tried to put the moves on the girl was passed out on the table. The rest of his mates were happily ignoring his predicament. Henry returned to his table with the two drinks, and took a sip. The taste of a different type of alcohol was a nice change.
"Red currant rum," he managed without getting tongue tied. He spilled a bit of drink down his shirt, swore, and tried to clear it off. He only ended up making more of a mess of his shirt, and threw the napkin down dramatically. "Looks like I'll be dealing with that in the morning," he said, mainly to himself. His cheeks grew hot at Ryan's next comment. Henry's heightened reactions to his friend would ordinarily alarm him, but tonight, that was not the case. He even noticed Ryan bite his lip. Apparently, he was noticing everything tonight. As soft as it sounded, he felt kind of free. In a way. "Honestly, no one could turn down my nudity. I could model if I wanted to," he boasted.
Henry grinned at Ryan's question. "Me of course. I'm definitely a top," he decided. "Besides, we discussed who is manlier earlier... at least, I think we did." Henry hesitated, sifting through his muddled memories. He glanced at Rosmerta at the mention. "Who, Ros? Nah, I just said that to get free drinks. I imagine she'll be knackered after dealing with us for a night, don't you think?" He took another sip of his drink. Though he had slowed down, the red flush across his nose and cheeks was a clear indicator that he was hammered. "It's hot in here," he complained, tugging on his shirt with a frown. He started to take it off, but Rosmerta barked at him to keep his clothes on or he would be out on the street. "Rotten luck," said Henry decisively.
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