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Post by Ryan Cunningham on Aug 25, 2013 17:16:54 GMT -5
Ryan had thanked Henry for the red current rum, it wasn't a bad drink at all. When Henry said that he'd end up as big spoon, Ryan simply shrugged and nodded. "I suppose I can work with that." His mind began going again, how did Henry know about the whole 'top and bottom' thing that gay people have, most people just call it a giver and a taker if they're straight. He tried not to think too much about it, it was most likely nothing, probably something about gay people in the family that Henry hadn't mentioned before, in all honesty Ryan didn't know much about Henry's family at all. All he knew was that Henry was going to be expected to end up with a girlfriend and a wife, a few children and all that malarky to make the family look good. It was just how it worked in a family of power, muggle or not. He wasn't stupid, he knew he didn't stand a chance with Henry under any circumstances, but a bit of harmless drunk flirting never hurt anyone. He had to hand it to him, the guy was taking it quite well. "Well, what a shame that is." He replied when Henry mentioned about having to keep his shirt on for a while.
Henry used Rosemerta for free drinks, what a guy. Bit of a player, knew the right words and how to manipulate people properly. He couldn't lie, he'd do the exact same if he was in Henry's situation. Another sip down and the flush came back across his face, ten times worse. He looked like a ripe tomato, one that would stick out in the middle of a field if you looked from above, it was ridiculous. "Do you ever get tempted to like, I don't know, use those forbidden curses on people?" He asked, completely killed the mood, but it was the sort of question he felt he had to ask, he wasn't going to beat around the bush with it. He knew he would definitely do it if they became legal for twenty-four hours. Ryan was definitely drunk now, he was even beginning to slur his words slightly, he needed reminders that his water was there, but he couldn't imagine Henry reminding him at this point in time. He wanted more shots. Vodka, to be precise. Man on a mission to collapse tonight, he planned on out-doing mr pass out over at the other end of the pub.
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Post by Henry Watson on Sept 10, 2013 22:39:04 GMT -5
Henry couldn't help but grin at Ryan's automatic acceptance of his wanting to be big spoon. Even though his thoughts were muddled, the idea of spooning was not only not weird, but ideal. If he could remember, Henry would have to reexamine these thoughts at a later date. He had a feeling tonight was going to take an unexpected turn. He commented on wanting to take his shirt off, and Ryan responded at what a shame it was. Henry's face would have turned red on a normal occasion, but since his cheeks were already flushed and his filter gone, he just laughed again. "I said just for now," he added.
He called Rosmerta over for more drinks, knowing that he should stop. But Henry wasn't a big vomiter. And he'd had a glass of water as well. And even if he did vomit, that would just leave more room for alcohol. Perfect logic. Henry was trying to calculate how many shots were in each of his drinks when Ryan completely killed the mood. He glared at him. "Way to kill the mood, mate," he deadpanned. Then, Henry sighed. "No, not really. I don't want to be responsible for that type of shit," he said. "Like, you would have that on your conscious for a long time. I couldn't deal with that. I can barely focus on the responsibility of school and being the son of the prime minister," he added. "Why, have you?" he asked, honestly curious. He dreaded the answer, knowing that it could change his opinion on Ryan.
He dreaded it even more because he knew that his opinion of Ryan would never actually change, and that scared him.
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Post by Ryan Cunningham on Sept 12, 2013 18:29:33 GMT -5
His head was beginning to feel heavy and his eyes were beginning to droop a lot more than they previously were, he had already peaked and was beginning to feel tired, but there was no way he was going to let it show; he felt he still had a fair few more drinks he could hold up for, and plus, he was enjoying the company and the spur of the moment night out. He had visions of it being one of those nights being in the castle and just chatting sober crap, being in the pub after breaking just about every rule regarding nights and staying in the castle, then a law about drinking and chatting drunk shit was so much better in his opinion. "Well, can't say much to that." He shrugged with a smile formed on his face when Henry said his t shirt would only be on 'for now'. Ryan had his focus, well, what was left of it, on Henry. He grabbed his glass, took another sip of the alcoholic drink and placed it back on the table and licked his lips to get the rest of the flavouring in. He had done pretty well tonight, he would normally have dribbled, dropped or vomited by now, it was bound to be a sign of a good night when he had gone three drinks in and nothing had gone wrong, the way he liked things.
Ryan realised he had killed the mood, but it didn't bother him too much. He could have easily picked it back up a bit later on, give Henry a bit of time to cool off, if he would after the bombshell Ryan was about to drop on him about considering it multiple times. He listened to the explanation Henry babbled on about for not wanting to use one, he raised a fair point, but then again, he couldn't believe that people had never at one point or another not thought about using one on someone to scare them, eliminate them or something similar. Whether or not that made him a bad human was another thing, he couldn't see himself going through with it without then going mad afterwards and being filled up with guilt, granted, but in the spur of the moment he would probably most likely use it if it meant life or death, but then surely wouldn't most people? If it meant killing someone else to save their own life, isn't that just human nature? Or was Ryan in a completely different world to the rest of the wizards? "Well mate, it completely depends on the situation," He began to explain, using his hands and fingers as well, he cocked his right thumb, middle and index finger like a gun, "If someone went to shoot me, a muggle for example, I'd have no issue with doing whatever I had to do to survive and not go through being shot." With the word shot, he acted out shooting someone. After taking another sip of his drink, he continued, "And with that, won't lie to you, I definitely have a hit list if there was ever a 'free reign for twenty four hours no questions or consequences after' sort of situation going on." He knew he'd be on a few people's hit list, too. After taking a look at the time, he looked at Rosemerta, she didn't exactly look happy with Ryan and Henry, maybe they were drunker than Ryan had assumed they were, or they were being louder than they expected, maybe the conversation had been overheard by the whole entire pub, and baring in mind she had to remind Henry to keep his clothes on in the pub. "Vodka shots please! He called to her, she shook her head as she poured them, muttering something under her breath, quiet enough so Ryan wouldn't quite make out what she was saying. Probably something about drunkards in the pub.
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Post by Henry Watson on Sept 30, 2013 22:10:34 GMT -5
Henry just stared at Ryan for a moment. This wasn't the bloke he was used to. It weirded him out a lot, but currently, his drunk mind didn't have to capacity to stay on the topic. "Weird," was all Henry said, then moved on. Madame Rosmerta was glaring at them, even though they weren't even the only ones left. There were still a few regulars... must be because it was a school night. But it was only one in the morning, an early night in Henry's opinion. She couldn't even do last call until at least 3 am. They had time.
Henry wasn't surprised when Ryan called for more shots. "Just not that shit we got earlier, something better please," he amended, mostly comprehensible. The shots were brought over to them by a reluctant Rosmerta. Henry slipped her a few more coins and she just rolled her eyes at him. Puppy dog eyes probably couldn't even dig him out of this hole with her. Oh well, she was just a bar maid after all.
After holding up his shot glass for Ryan to drink, Henry knocked back the shot and smacked his lips. He didn't even feel the burn of the alcohol down his throat anymore. In fact, he didn't feel much of anything. "Thanks for coming out with me tonight," he said suddenly to his mate. "I had a lot of fun. I'm sure I won't remember much in the morning," he added with a hiccup. He knew that they should wrap it up soon, they had classes tomorrow. But he didn't want the night to end.
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Post by Ryan Cunningham on Oct 17, 2013 18:45:25 GMT -5
Ryan tried to hold back in a slight snicker to himself at how the bar maid rolled her eyes at Henry and he just didn't seem fazed by it, he downed the shot and nodded in agreement. They had indeed had a good night, he never expected to find himself in this pub drinking shots, spirits and god knows what else they had ordered through the course, and he too was beginning to feel that the end of the night was beginning to loom over them, but he was determined to get one more normal drink in before they left. "Fancy another firewhisky before we leave? End the night how we began?" He slurred slightly, knowing full well that there was definitely a chance that Rosemerta was going to refuse to serve them, especially considering how drunk Ryan was. Things were still a blur and he had forgotten what made him even venture up to the tower in the first place, all he knew was that was he was glad he did, if he didn't he would have stayed in bed all night and not experienced any of this. What even was the time now? He didn't care all too much, all he knew was that he still had essays to do tomorrow and being hungover definitely wasn't going to motivate him to do them, if only there was some sort of spell to get rid of hangovers, who knew? Maybe there was one that he wasn't aware of.
"What's the plan, bat man?" He asked looking Henry dead in the eyes and twiddling his thumbs in his hands, thinking of the firewhisky, but at the same time his mind was wandering in other directions that shouldn't be mentioned, the drunken mind of the homosexual was a dark and dangerous one, especially around straight guys. He always liked a bit of danger but not the danger of losing a friend through the off chance he may be drunk enough to get Henry into his bed, but he was almost sure he picked up on flirty signals earlier, or was that just him being drunk and misreading situations as usual? If he could gain a qualification for it, he would, in fact, he would have a P.h.D in misreading signals from other people when he had a few drink too many. More often than not, he would come around like a wrecking ball when he was drunk, he felt that he was composing himself quite well considering how much they had to drink tonight. [/blockquote]
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Post by Henry Watson on Jan 1, 2014 21:14:21 GMT -5
Henry's head was heavy, but he heard the word firewhiskey and immediately had to rally. "Another round? If I could turn that down, I wouldn't be a Watson!" he said happily. He signaled the barmaid who, with a glare, came over to them. "Darling, won't you get us two paying customers one last round of firewhiskeys? We'll just walk back to the castle easy, no liability to worry about," he added. He wasn't sure where the legal comment had come from, but he really really wanted another firewhiskey. She left to fill their final order, and Henry turned back to Ryan.
"You know who Bat Man is?" asked Henry, surprised and excited more than he should have been. "That's so cool!" He paused, thinking. Rosmerta brought their firewhiskey. He held up their final drink. "Cheers, mate," he said, tipping back a considerable amount. "This stuff goes down like water," said Henry. "Plan... alright." Henry set down his glass and closed his eyes. Bad idea. He was dizzy immediately. His eyes flew open, and he stared straight at Ryan. "Y'know," he said, somewhat soberly. "I'm not really one for dishy plans. We just take the night as it goes. I s'pose we'll have to leave after this drink though, because we're the only ones left," he added with a snort. "Rosmerta's a real catch though, isn't she?" he asked, glancing her way. "Nice girl." He took another drink, unfortunately finishing his glass. "I bet she watered this down," he said unhappily.
"Well." His eyes met Ryan's again. "I've got Johnnie Walker Black Label under my bed we can help ourselves to." Henry shrugged. "I'm the son of the prime minister, he can buy whatever he wants and I can take it, Merlin knows he's got enough of it."
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