brandi. (zombiephile) wrote in daiquiri, @ 2008-01-27 00:12:00 |
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"Oi! Everyone pay attention, I'm makin' a speech!" Marlene announced, standing up and grabbing a spoon from a nearby table, clinking it against her glass of firewhisky. Relative quiet fell around the table, where everyone from their year -- no older or younger ones allowed -- that they'd managed to round up had gathered around. They all had their own drinks, and Marlene, as the brilliant mind behind this last get-together, was going to do the first toast. "To the best class that has ever walked Hogwarts' Hallowed Halls, and the best that ever will. May we all go out and kick some arse in a very awesome way, and never set foot in those before-mentioned hallowed halls unless Dumbledore himself begs us on bended knee. To the class of '78, WE ROCK!" Marlene clinked her glass against all those she could reach, then downed her drink. The others gathered there did the same. Others gave toasts, too, and the firewhisky flowed quite freely. Some were more eloquent than Marlene, naturally, but as the night went on and they had more to drink, the ability to make speeches and toasts greatly diminished. Slowly, people starting leaving, bidding the others goodnight, sharing hugs, promising to meet up for lunch or drinks or something. Some were off to sleep off the firewhisky that they'd drunk. Others were off to spend time with other friends who had been in other years, or get in some alone-time with their significant others, or spend time with their family before the Real World called all their names the next morning. Finally, it was down to just Marlene and Roland. Of course, they both had other friends and family to go off to, and a lot of firewhisky to sleep off, but neither was willing to leave first. Unbeknownst to their friends -- but probably guessed at by those who really knew the two -- Marlene and Roland had been in a drinking contest all night. "Nex' drink," Marlene said, only slurring a little as she leaning forward across the table to poke Roland's shoulder, "I am to'lly gonna finish 'fore you." She accidentally knocked a couple of glasses over, then broke out into giggles. Roland laughed. "Pffffffft. Ye're full o' it." He wasn't exactly speaking perfectly, either. Two more glasses were put on the table in front of them, and they each grabbed their own. "GO!" Marlene shouted with a laugh, and they both lifted their drinks and downed them. Roland's hit the table mere milliseconds before Marlene's did. "Nooooooo. Y' cheeeeeeeeeeeeeated!" she cried, giggling again. "Sore looooooooser," Roland taunted, laughing. "Ye're too drunk t' drink." "M'not drunk. I know you made no sense." Marlene was still giggling. She was, clearly, a giggly drunk. "So, Ro ... heeeeeee, that rhymed!" And she completely lost her train of thought. "HarHar, Mar," Roland retorted. "Brill'nt, Ro," Marlene giggled. "Ye're drunk." "Not drunk as ye." "I can to'lly drink more'n you." "Wanna bet?" They were both going to be insanely hung over in the morning, but it didn't really matter to either of them. Maybe getting drunk wasn't the best idea, but if they were going to get wasted, at least it would be with someone they trusted, who wouldn't take advantage. Best friends, until the end. |