got caught up in a wave [jeremy]

"Damn right, you are!" Jeremy followed along, adding little cheers in as Danny excited himself back up. He hated seeing the other Gryffindor down on his luck, at least when it was about something real. He'd let him pout over Puddlemere losing (as always) all-day. And Jeremy had no problem pretending he had no idea what happened when everything that had Danny's name on it was suddenly eaten and missing from the cabinet—but letting him wallow after the night he'd had? Well, Jeremy couldn't make that happen. Hungover or not, he was still a wingman, and this was a call to action.

"Hell yeah, you can!" He said, holding Danny's water glass up (since the other wizard had stolen his) for a celebratory cheer before speaking again. "And truthfully, who knows why Tricky puts up with us, but after everything, I don't think she would stop after this." Jeremy hoped these words would be valid, and he had total faith in the goodness of Freya's heart. She was a nice person, maybe too sweet, and if she were going to drop either one of them, then she would have done it long ago. Not that he thought she would.

"You gonna' talk to her, though?" Jeremy asked quietly, a little less enthusiastic than he had been a minute ago, as flagged down the waitress. When she came by, he smiled at her and motioned toward Danny's plate. "Can we get some more pancakes? And chocolate milk!"

"Damn right, I am!" he echoed Jeremy's words, a little louder than needed and the elderly couple gave him a weird look which he waved an apologetic hand at. But still. Even they couldn't kill his vibe. It was going to be fine. It was weird, it had happened, but after talking with Jere, he felt a bit better about it. It would have been better if Tricky was here this whole time, but this was almost better. He had gotten to go over it with his best friend and come up with a game plan.

"You're right. She's put up with us for this long, right?" Right, he told himself. Besides, they were still friends after the hot tub incident. You know, the one Jeremy finally admitted actually happened. Damn, he didn't think this day was going his way at all this morning, but suddenly it was turning around. "Yeah, 'course. I'll talk with her before trivia gets rolling," he nodded, mentioning their weekly Dingleberries date. That seemed like as good as time as any to chat.

Danny grinned as Millie swung back by and he tacked on another order as well. "Oh, can I get some more hashbrowns and bacon too please?" His appetite, which was lacking a bit this morning, was back in full force now.

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Jeremy scrunched his eyes at Danny's loud words, wanting so badly to root on with him and shout a bit, but his hangover was causing a fuss inside of his skull. He pushed on his temples gingerly, trying to will it away with bacon and good thoughts. "Right!" He said between little massaging circles on the sides of his face. When the idea of Freya continuing to put up with them was on the table Jeremy really felt like he knew this was true. She'd been their friend for so long now, long enough that if they were going to scare her away surely they would have by now, and Jeremy was comforted by that. He wondered, briefly, if this new development between Tricky and Willy would change things but he pushed those thoughts down. It couldn't. The dingles were solid. Always.

"You better, can't have any weirdness... well... any more weirdness at trivia." He told him, remembering Ariana and Prosper were supposed to be in attendance this weekend. Shrugging he took back his glass of water and finished it off before Millie had returned. "Besides, who will keep the dirty cheating little old ladies at bay if Freya isn't on top of her game?" He gave Danny a little grin, setting the empty glass down as the waitress came to the table.

He smiled brighter when his buddy also added on to his order. They would do this sometimes, especially after nights like last night, and Jeremy loved these mornings. Spending an hour or two order round after round of pancakes and greasy goodness was the perfect way to spend a Saturday morning.

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