we play to win [freya, jeremy]

Freya laughed, “okay, okay!” She turned to Danny, giving him those same overly flirtatious eyes she’d given Jeremy, trying and failing to do it without just a few laughs in between. She bit her lip when he said hey girl, almost losing it at his expression. Then she did lose it when he spoke, laughing loudly and covering her mouth with her hand. Freya shook her head, unable to stop grinning.

“I’ve heard that one before,” she said, “but it’s definitely the better line. Seven for the line, five for the delivery so… Six flat,” she said, bumping him lightly with her shoulder. Freya adjusted her glasses again and reached for her glass, taking another long sip. She definitely felt out of it. In the good way.

The blonde looked up at Jeremy, a smile playing across her lips. “How you doing, Jer? Hanging in there? Onion rings will be out soon,” she said comfortingly.

"Nooo Freya like you know, a wand.." Jeremy said, drunk as he was, he actually believed she didn't get the innuendo of the joke. That must of been why she'd given it such a low score. He shook his head when Danny started his turn and even though he was laughing he still thought his had been better. Of course he did. He drank another one of the shots that was supposed to be put into one of the fancy cocktails Freya had brought back, that idea was lost on him as well, and racked his brain for his next best idea.

"Oh I got another one." He said as he rubbed his hands together and got ready to blow their minds. "Bet you've never heard this one before." Jeremy had to build himself up, naturally. He was all about the theatrics, the dramatics, and his over enthusiastic smile was about to bust right off of his freckled face.

"Girl are you the librarian because I would love to visit your restricted section."

Out of the corner of her eye, Freya noticed Jeremy do another shot, but she’d had enough to drink by now that it didn’t really register. “I think I might have heard it from you,” she accused, squinting her eyes at Danny for a second. She pushed her hair back from her face, a smile reappearing quickly.

“Okay, okay,” Freya said, her smile widening as she shifted her attention back to Jeremy. He declared that she wouldn’t have heard this one before, and she seriously doubted it but indulged him all the same. She took a sip of her drink, waiting for the next terrible line to come out of his mouth. Freya laughed loudly, giving Jeremy a light push on the arm after he finished. “Terrible,” she said, giving him an emphatic look and shaking her head, “but amazing?”

Freya perked up as the onion rings arrived, reaching for one off the plate before it hit the table. She swayed again, bopping her head lightly to the music in the background. She swallowed her mouthful and washed it down with the rest of her drink.

Freya's laugh made him laugh and soon they were all just cracking up, even if Danny thought his line was way better than Jere's. Oh, but apparently Tricky did too. "A six?!" Danny gasped in astonishment. "I'm a six!" he said louder this time, looking right at Jere who got a piddly 2.5. "I'm a SIX!!" he shouted throwing his arms wide and standing up a little and glancing around the bar before settling back in his seat, cracking up.

Danny shrugged as Tricky shot him an accusing look, just grinning back at her unapologetically. He felt the need to come up with another one immediately as her attention shifted back to Jeremy. This would have been a much easier task if he wasn't already drunk. "Wait, wait, I have another one too!" Danny said, nudging her with his elbow to get her attention again.

Then he took a second, or more than a few seconds as he tried to stop laughing. Then with his most debonair look, that probably looked halfway between suave and constipated, he said, "Did you just use the stupify charm or are you a natural stunner?" Then he blew her a little kiss before he pulled the plate of onion rings toward him and grabbed one in each hand, stuffing them happily into his mouth.

He shrugged at Danny's next pick up line, it was alright, no actually it was pretty great but drunk Jeremy didn't want to admit defeat. Some how the red headed, over competitive, riduclous lion of a wizard became even more Gryffindory when he got trashed. They had probably seen it before. And it probably wouldn't be the last time they would see it. Honestly it was a good thing they'd left trivia because he would of probably been flipping tables and calling Dolores a dirty nasty cheater by now. He never quite understood how there weren't fouls in muggle trivia, it didn't make sense, especially when the old bats were so obviously cheating.

"Calm down six, it's not that great." He said cheekily, downing another shot and giving Danny a look. He opened his mouth to fire off another pick up line about a perfect set of cauldrons and wanting to stir that potion but then a mighty powerful smell reached his nose as a plate was plopped on the table. He stared at it.

"Wait."

He told them seriously. Pausing entirely. "No, wait." He needed them to stop what they were doing and pay attention only to him for a moment. This was his serious face, or at least he thought it was because he was really drunk and the only thing that wasn't spinning right now was the enchanted galaxies orbiting on the ceiling.

"I thought we were getting nachos?"

“Danny’s are better because they’re sweet,” she declared, leaning back in her chair, giving Jeremy an apologetic smile. “Y’know, wands, restricted sections… versus Danny over here telling me I look like a keeper? Or I’m a stunner?” She glanced back at Danny, her smile turning playful as she fake fanned herself with her hand. She laughed just then, enjoying the levity of the whole thing, and feeling a sudden sense of gratefulness for her friends.

“Hmm?” Freya looked back at Jeremy, not really understanding why he looked so surprised. “No we wanted cocktails,” she reminded him, matter-of-fact. Jeremy picked up an onion ring like it was a rare chocolate frog card he’d just discovered was counterfeit. Freya leaned over and plucked it out of his fingers, leaning back again as she popped the whole thing in her mouth.

"It's better than your two and a half!" Danny boasted back as he stole one of the shot glasses that Jere was going through rapidly. He cheersed it in Freya's general direction even though she didn't have a shot in her hand and threw it back, feeling the firey liquid slide down his throat and then burping loudly before glancing at Freya with a slick smile "Sorry, little lady," and a tip of his fake hat.

Her explanation of his amazingly talented, well crafted, super sweet pick up lines had him giving Jere a smarmy smile, brushing off his shoulder casually in a braggy motion before he turned and grinned at Freya, blowing her a kiss. "That's right. I'm the best at sweet pick up lines. Oh! You should do the one about snitches and being the best catch, Tricky! Go on, give us your best line!"

He was stuffing in another two onion rings because they were tasty, not bothering to wait for his friends to grab their portions. When Drunk Danny came out, there was no sharing. He was just a bottomless pit of a stomach like legs to get from one bar to the next. He glanced up at Jere, his vision kind of fuzzy around the edges, asking. "What? Wait for what?" then following with a "Nachos?! Where?" then following with a little whine, his head rolling back onto the bench back behind him as he pouted. "No nachos, Tricky?"

"We wanted cocktails?" Jeremy repeated her, slurring his words as he raised his eyebrows. He leaned forward and put his elbows on the table loudly before letting his head come to crash on his hands. He could barely see straight let alone sit up. "Did we though?" He asked, trying to be funny but sounding sassy and dramatic instead. He looked out of the corner of his eye as Danny began to whine about nachos too. The pair of them were crazy when it came to their nacho addiction, it was really starting to control their every day life.

He blinked a few times, feeling the alcohol coursing through his system and threatening to come out the way it had gone in in that moment. He swallowed, the smell from the onion rings being the only thing keeping him from falling over right then and there. He kept his head resting dangerously on one over turned palm as he lazily reached for the plate and dragged it toward himself. He picked up an onion ring and took a bite from it, chewing with his mouth half open from drunkenness and the fact that his head was tilted sideways leaning against his hand.

His eyes were heavy and his breath was a bit short, he was coming close to the cross roads now that every brave drinker would eventually face: drink more and risk getting sick or stop drinking and pass out. It would take every ounce of strength he had to make a choice.

"Yeaaahh," Freya answered, a whine in her voice as she swiped the last onion ring victoriously. She popped it in her mouth quickly, before either of the boys could steal it.

“Nowait,” she said, her words blending a little. Danny told her to give them a line, but there was another one she’d heard recently... “There’s one… Something about felix…” She trailed off hopelessly, but whatever line she was trying to remember appeared to be long gone from her mind. She shrugged. “Okay, who wants it,” she said, her eyes a bit unfocussed as she flicked her gaze between them. Her eyes settled on Danny and she waited for him to be ready for her to deliver it. She giggled, then took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, trying to slip into her suave persona.

“Are you a snitch?” she asked, leaning forward but then her eyes widened as she remembered the other one. “Wait no,” she said, snapping her fingers. She slipped back into her overly flirty self, “– is your name Felix?” she asked, tilting her head to the side a little, giving Danny her best eyes. She hesitated for a beat, trying to hold back a smile and ending up with a sort of smirk instead. “Because you’re about to get lucky,” she said softly.

Freya burst out laughing; she’d just told Jeremy off for his more sexual lines and praised Danny’s cuter ones, but oh well. The blonde grinned at Danny and then flicked her gaze to Jeremy, but he was… “Dan, is Jemmy... asleep?” she asked, her jaw dropping in drunk-surprise.

"I dunno, but this is de-lish-shush," Danny said to Jere, enunciating the words with extra care because his drink with little clouds was that good. He didn't know what it was called, but he could drink a million of these fruity little drinks. He glanced at Freya eating some onion rings and snuck another little sip of her drink. Yep, that one was really good too.

"Me! Me. I want it. I really want it," Danny said loudly, nodding to Freya, wanting her pick up line. Of course, he just knew he was a better judge that Jeremy. Yeah, that was why. His lips curved up in a smile as he watched her try to compose herself, her laughter making him laugh, shaking his head at her as she messed it up. "C'mon, Tricky," he goaded before she gave him a look that made him still. Wow. Was his name Felix? He kind of didn't know anything at that moment. She delivered her line with just the right amount of coy sexiness and Danny fell hard. He blinked. And then blinked again. Then remembered that it was all just in fun and he forced a laugh, bumping her shoulder. "Why do you have to be so good at everything. It's obviously a 10. You're a 10, Tricky and don't let this guy tell you other--" he stopped as he glanced at his friend.

Jere was sleeping? At the very least, very very out of it. He started laughing, deep rumbling laughter. "Guess that means we win," he concluded. He wasn't sure what exactly they won, but Jere was the clear loser.

He heard some of what Freya was saying, and Danny too, but honestly the ringing in his ears was getting so loud now. It was calling him, dragging him to the sleepiness that came from too much alcohol and not nearly enough nachos and he was ready to succumb to it. He'd finished half the onion ring, the other half still in his hand being ignored, while he closed his eyes for a moment. It'd only be for a second, just til he felt the room stop spinning a little.

His head was still resting in his palm when he heard Freya use his nick name and he slurred a little. He'd nearly started drooling, he half smiled at the ridiculousness of it. "Aye I'm no sleepin'..." His words were all sorts of slanted, just like his head in his hand, as he tried to blink his eyes and will them open.

"I'm no drunk, yer drunk.." He protested slowly, even though no one had said that.

She laughed, delighted, when Danny started dishing out compliments. Her cheeks were pink and she was pleased, beaming from the praise even though it was all just playful and teasing.

Jeremy wasn’t doing so well. The sight of him struggling so hard made her smile, but it was a sympathetic one. She exchanged a look with Danny and reached out and patted Jem on the arm affectionately. “Okaaaayy,” Freya said, watching Jeremy’s feeble protest. That was it, their night was over.

She took a last quick sip of her drink – hadn’t there been more than that a moment ago? – and got unsteadily to her feet. She’d had the least to drink, but she was also the lightest, so that checked out. “Time to go,” she said, moving around the table to help Jeremy up. “I’ll help you get him home,” Freya told Danny, giving him a sweet smile.


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Her laugh made him smile even wider, but of course, Jere had to steal all the attention. He glanced at his friend, laughing. "Sure, mate, not drunk at all," Danny cooed as Freya patted his arm, exchanging glances with her. They had been here before, Jere too drunk. Actually the roles had been reversed plenty of times before. He was pretty sure he woke up on his kitchen floor more times than was healthy.

He shuffled out of the booth, holding onto the edge a bit more than he would normally and then catching hold of her elbow as she got to her feet unsteadily. "It's the least you could do. You're the one that got him so drunk," he said over Jeremy's head, grinning at her, the edges of her going a little fuzzy. He lifted one of Jere's arms and slung it around his neck and groaning a bit under the added weight as they staggered toward the door.

/end

Everything was fading in and out now and Jeremy longed for his cozy bed and his captain cauldron pajama bottoms. He blinked a few times, wanting to say something in response to Danny thinking he won but he didn't have the motivation. Honestly he didn't even know what they were competing over but naturally, even as shit faced as he was, he still wanted to win. He sucked in a breath and looked around the table as they started moving.

Maybe they were going to get nachos.

He slid dramatically out of the inside of the booth and followed the two of them to his feet. Well.. not without help.. but eventually he was standing and truthfully he couldn't even remember how he'd gotten there. Or where they were. Or how many drinks they had had. He looked at Danny, then at Freya, and gave them a look sided grin.

"Wait did we win trivia?" He asked, lolling his words as they began to stumble out of the bar. He probably wouldn't remember half of this by tomorrow but he'd sure as hell be feeling it

/End