George chuckled to himself before continuing. "Now, normally, people would worry if Harry Potter suddenly and unexplainably went missing, but not us. We were to drunk to even string a sentence together, so we shrugged it off thinking he'd show up again and everything would be fine. Now, as I'm sure you know, once you get to a certain stage of drunkenness, food becomes your main goal, so that's what we did for the next two hours."
Two hours was a long time, he knew, but they'd been drunken, growing boys who needed as much salty food as possible. Not their finest moment, but he didn't really care. "It's probably been about three hours since we've seen Harry by the time we get back to Lee's place. By now, we're a little worried. He doesn't know Dublin and he's out with a bunch of people we don't know. Needless to say, our fear was unfounded. We step inside Lee's house and it's completely trashed. Clothing on the floor, shoes scattered, drinks on every surface. Slightly afraid of what we'd find, we sneak into the living room only to find the source of the party. There's Harry dressed in someone elses clothes, completely passed out on the floor beneath one of the girls we'd run in to...though without her clothes I can't tell you which one it was, there's a couple more on the couch and a guy, who thankfully was fully clothed, was passed out in the chair. That's not even the best part. Harry's out cold. The roof could be coming down and he's not going to move. The girl he's with shifts and Harry's new little accessory pops into view. A nice little bit of ink. Harry, who is terrified of needles has a brand spanking new tattoo."
At this point George couldn't contain his laughter anymore and had to take a moment to control himself. "After getting a good laugh, us three headed to bed, leaving the mess for the morning. Given the alcohol he drank it wasn't surprising that we were up in time to witness his coming around. I have to admit he handled the situation with the girl rather smoothly...despite the horribly red tint to his skin and his attempts to help her find her undergarments, but I will never forget the shriek that issued out of that boy when he discovered his new found permanent memory of Dublin. Since then he has not taken a drink of tequila and has not become drunk...he also swears quite heavily when I mention anything regarding the incident. And to this day, I still have no idea who's clothes he was wearing."