"Just put a few drops extra in. What's the worst that could happen?" Tugger leaned back on his bed, watching Peter's current experiment.
"That's what you said before Peter lost his eyebrows last time," Joaquin commented drily, clearly paying a lot of attention to them in spite of trying to pretend that he was focusing on his homework. It was fascinating, one never knew what would happen next.
"Miguel likes it when drinks have a kick. Don't you?"
"I always love a drink with an extra kick but if I start growing horns again, I will be awfully annoyed." Miguel warned them as he eyed Peter mixing his drinks with a strange amount of skill for someone he was sure was already drunk. No shock there, he drank as he worked. Peter slid the glass over to Miguel and smirked playfully at him.
"If you start breath fire, aim away from us, would you?"
"You know what? I may be having second thoughts..."
"Wuss." Peter pushed the drink even closer, hoping peer pressure would work. It normally did. and like that, Miguel was picking up the glass. Score!
"Cheers, Miguel. Look, I'll have some too." Tugger took a bottle that had nothing but liquor in it. He didn't need another lecture from Munkustrap, just because he was feeling adventurous. "It shouldn't be horns this time," he promised, not that he was entirely certain. Peter was the potion expert and that was a worrying thought in and on itself.
"You won't make it to dinner again," Joaquin predicted, dropping all pretence and just outright staring at Miguel now. There was a certain morbid curiosity.
Miguel knocked the drink back and set the glass down. After a moment of hesitation, he debated how he felt, how it tasted before grinning at Peter. "That's really good, it's really--" Smoke started to come from his mouth and quick thinking, Peter turned Miguel's head to the other side and purposefully aimed him in the direction of James Jesse's bed. That throw he used was the ugliest combination of colours, who cared if it got damaged?
Miguel spluttered, coughed and then out came a sharp burst of fire that didn't quite reach the bed but was impressive none the less. "Hot!" Miguel cleared his throat and meekly added. "Ow."
"Huh. Not big enough. Needs more fireroot. Dunno where the bloody hell I'm gonna get that though." Hmm. Maybe he needed another potions lab raid.
"You could ask your brother," Tugger suggested with idle interest, while Joaquin had gotten up and quickly produced a glass of water that he offered Miguel, placing a hand on his shoulder.
"Just try not to burn yourself." He patted Miguel's shoulder reassuringly, wondering if there was any hope for him. Probably not. It was good that he usually turned out to be absurdly lucky. "So... How did it taste?"
"You should have some, Joaquin. Or would that get you in trouble with the boyfriend?"
"Shut up, Tugger," Joaquin told him kindly. But yes, it likely would.
"Nah, we're not talking again. There was an incident. Things were said, someones owl was frozen, someone got hurt, I don't want to get into it." Peter waved his hand in dismissal as he knocked back one of the drinks himself and tilted his head up, letting the fire burst into the air instead of messily all over the place like Miguel did. "Whatever. Like he'd fucking help anyway."
After chugging down the water, Miguel pulled himself back onto his seat and beamed at the others. "I could ask Tulio to help us get more ingredients. Just don't tell him I'm mixing drinks with you guys." There was a pause and then Miguel licked his lips and turned to Joaquin. "It tastes sort of like Charcoal ice cream. It's good."
"Barely hurts." Offering one out to Tugger, Peter shook the glass temptingly. "Come on, it's not going to be like that one that made everyone cough bubbles. It won't last any longer than ten seconds."
"I liked the bubble one!" Miguel added with a beaming bright smile.
"Raiding is so difficult though. I'll talk to Mistoffelees, he can get anything." Tugger said it in other confidence and reached for the glass, not hesitating at all before downing the shot and then letting the fire burst out above them, much like Peter.
"Don't start whining if you end up with a sore throat," Joaquin told Miguel, but at least this really did seem mostly harmless. Would still get them hammered, judging by Peter's usual mixes. "And don't throw up anywhere near my bed."
"We'll work something out. I start mixing properly next week so as long as we have a plan. We either need to use what we have to our advantage or we pay someone who's good at stealing. And no, I don't mean Mungo, I mean someone who won't get caught. Like Snart." If there was a safe bet to make, it was that Snart was able to get them what they wanted. It's just a matter of whether or not it's wise to trust a slytherin.
"Tulio said I'm not allowed to work with a Slytherin still. Not after I let Floyd use me for target practise." He was just helping a friend out! Tulio didn't see it that way. It wasn't even real ammunition.
"Not all Slytherins are write offs. You just need to know who to talk to. Like Misto, like Snart."
"And when Tulio tells you to jump off the Astronomy tower, do you do it? Come on, Miguel. Be a bit contrary." Always Tugger's mission, make his friends be a bit more like him. Not exactly the best influence someone could be.
"Snart's your best bet. But expensive." Of course Joaquin still knew about this stuff, he had Slytherin ties, everyone knew that. Part of him was disappointed he wasn't in the house, primarily because of his affinity for snakes.
"We can put our resources together. It's all for a good party for the House! Worthy cause."
"Fine, fine. Get everyone you know to fork over something and we pay Snart and his Gryffindor boyfriend to nab us some ingredients. And no one tells Barty or Tulio." Peter put his hands in his pockets and pulled out what cash he had on him, tossing it onto the table and leave it there for Joaquin. He had the slytherin ties, he could handle the deals.
"I jumped off the astronomy tower once. Did you know there's a ledge just below? I didn't. Broke my arm." Miguel still mused as he took another sip of his drink without thinking then started to splutter fire.
Joaquin grabbed Miguel's hair and forced his head back to direct the flames away from anything important. "Yeah, this drink will be great for drunk teenagers." What could go wrong? Everything, right. Definitely everything.
"That was really funny. I mean, the jumping. Breaking your arm, less so." Still a little bit, in Tugger's opinion. "Nobody tell Munkustrap either. He worries too much, completely unnecessary."
"Right." Joaquin put out some fire on the curtain with the back of his hand and rolled his eyes. "I'm meeting Kevin before dinner. Are you gonna manage to walk there?"
"Okay, no one tell that wet blanket Munku either. Done. Now, Kevin is the Gryffindor, right?" Peter asked anyone who was interested in answer, raising an eyebrow when Miguel nodded. Oh yeah, cross house dating always ended so well. So many house politics, not enough time to explain it. "Aww, wish the lad a good afternoon from your pal Peter."
"Kevin seems nice. Archie told me he was a good guy, you must have picked well."
"Sounds boring. Good guys." Peter pulled a face as he gathered up his stuff and stumbled towards the door. "Just make sure you don't invite any good guys to our party who'd rat us out. It'll ruin our whole bar scene."
"Kevin wouldn't rat us out!" Not that he planned on inviting him, he didn't want to make him feel burdened with something like an illegal party on his conscience. Joaquin held the door open for Peter, just so he could make sure he would actually make it out the room.
"Bye," Tugger called after them, then turned his head to the side to let out some more fire. This drink was fun.
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"That's what you said before Peter lost his eyebrows last time," Joaquin commented drily, clearly paying a lot of attention to them in spite of trying to pretend that he was focusing on his homework. It was fascinating, one never knew what would happen next.
"Miguel likes it when drinks have a kick. Don't you?"
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"If you start breath fire, aim away from us, would you?"
"You know what? I may be having second thoughts..."
"Wuss." Peter pushed the drink even closer, hoping peer pressure would work. It normally did. and like that, Miguel was picking up the glass. Score!
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"You won't make it to dinner again," Joaquin predicted, dropping all pretence and just outright staring at Miguel now. There was a certain morbid curiosity.
"Bottom's up."
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Miguel spluttered, coughed and then out came a sharp burst of fire that didn't quite reach the bed but was impressive none the less. "Hot!" Miguel cleared his throat and meekly added. "Ow."
"Huh. Not big enough. Needs more fireroot. Dunno where the bloody hell I'm gonna get that though." Hmm. Maybe he needed another potions lab raid.
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"Just try not to burn yourself." He patted Miguel's shoulder reassuringly, wondering if there was any hope for him. Probably not. It was good that he usually turned out to be absurdly lucky. "So... How did it taste?"
"You should have some, Joaquin. Or would that get you in trouble with the boyfriend?"
"Shut up, Tugger," Joaquin told him kindly. But yes, it likely would.
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After chugging down the water, Miguel pulled himself back onto his seat and beamed at the others. "I could ask Tulio to help us get more ingredients. Just don't tell him I'm mixing drinks with you guys." There was a pause and then Miguel licked his lips and turned to Joaquin. "It tastes sort of like Charcoal ice cream. It's good."
"Barely hurts." Offering one out to Tugger, Peter shook the glass temptingly. "Come on, it's not going to be like that one that made everyone cough bubbles. It won't last any longer than ten seconds."
"I liked the bubble one!" Miguel added with a beaming bright smile.
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"Don't start whining if you end up with a sore throat," Joaquin told Miguel, but at least this really did seem mostly harmless. Would still get them hammered, judging by Peter's usual mixes. "And don't throw up anywhere near my bed."
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"Tulio said I'm not allowed to work with a Slytherin still. Not after I let Floyd use me for target practise." He was just helping a friend out! Tulio didn't see it that way. It wasn't even real ammunition.
"Not all Slytherins are write offs. You just need to know who to talk to. Like Misto, like Snart."
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"Snart's your best bet. But expensive." Of course Joaquin still knew about this stuff, he had Slytherin ties, everyone knew that. Part of him was disappointed he wasn't in the house, primarily because of his affinity for snakes.
"We can put our resources together. It's all for a good party for the House! Worthy cause."
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"I jumped off the astronomy tower once. Did you know there's a ledge just below? I didn't. Broke my arm." Miguel still mused as he took another sip of his drink without thinking then started to splutter fire.
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"That was really funny. I mean, the jumping. Breaking your arm, less so." Still a little bit, in Tugger's opinion. "Nobody tell Munkustrap either. He worries too much, completely unnecessary."
"Right." Joaquin put out some fire on the curtain with the back of his hand and rolled his eyes. "I'm meeting Kevin before dinner. Are you gonna manage to walk there?"
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"Kevin seems nice. Archie told me he was a good guy, you must have picked well."
"Sounds boring. Good guys." Peter pulled a face as he gathered up his stuff and stumbled towards the door. "Just make sure you don't invite any good guys to our party who'd rat us out. It'll ruin our whole bar scene."
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"Bye," Tugger called after them, then turned his head to the side to let out some more fire. This drink was fun.