Oh, that was brilliant. Pete needed to get himself one of those muggle policewands, if it was going to hasten the way to the alcohol like that.
"He fainted." Pete grinned at William and leaned a hip against the alcohol table. He could feel his eyes going gooey and ridiculous, but he was already about a sheet and a half to the wind, so he wasn't too fussed. "When he saw my costume. I put a pillow under his head and left a warm note on his chest inviting him to join me when he revives."