Kingsley|| Daisy || Out Tonight
“You’re of age, right?”
Kingsley gently pried the flask from the ivory fingers of Daisy. Bringing the container to his lips, he took a large swim. His face scrunched up slightly, and he shuddered. Once he swallowed the burning liquid he stuck his tongue out making a blehck sound.
“How do you Gryffindors guzzle this stuff like water?!”
Laughing to himself, Kingsley felt a warmth in his chest. “I honestly cannot remember the last time I was drunk….”
Sitting here with Daisy brought a smile to the Ravenclaw’s face. She was such fun, and radiated an aura of fun wherever she went. Kingsley felt he was about to embark on a sojourn into a realm of frivolity…he could not be more excited. As his heart soothed itself from the exertion of their flight it started to quicken its beat once again. He took two more small gulps before passing the flask back to the girl. His face was already feeling as if he was blushing.
“That stuff is strong.”
His feet swung over the edge, kingsley started humming deeply.
“I needed this….”
"Of age? Me?" Daisy laughed, taking a swig from the flask before letting him steal it from her fingers. She had been told, back in London, that she barely looked a day over thirteen. She didn't really mind, when her older friends were always willing to buy her alcohol, and it hadn't so far interfered with her sex life. "I'm a bloody fifth year, Shacklebolt. I'm entirely not legal."
She laughed again at the look on his face, enjoying the sound that he made when the firewhiskey went down. She stole the flask back from him, taking a dramatically large swig and licking her lips afterwords. "And still I can drink better than you," she said, raising the flask as if to toast him. She knew that Kingsley didn't drink very much, or at least not as often as her, so she wasn't a bit surprised by his reaction. Come to think of it, the only people who could hold a candle to her alcohol prowess were James and Sirius, and perhaps Bilius if he was having a good day. Poor Shacklebolt didn't stand a chance.
"Well I'm glad I could be of service," she said, smiling back at him. They were drinking quickly, and even though Daisy was used to alcohol, that didn't mean that she wasn't a lightweight. She was still small, which helped with being a seeker but never with being a drinker, and she could feel the familiar buzz of firewhiskey rushing through her blood. She put her hands behind her on the roof, leaning back and looking up at the sky. "You should do less work, and more things like this. All work and no play make Shacklebolt a dull boy. Or do you get that reference?" She took another swig from the flask, before handing it back to him. "What fun is going to a school like this, if you don't take advantage of it? I say its a crime if there's any student in this school who's never climbed on this roof, or skinny dipped in the black lake, or made out near the whomping willow. Which is why I make it my personal mission to make sure as many students do those things as possible," she added, grinning happily at him.
