*He's reminded of how much he loves Lily's laugh as he takes his own shot. He can't even recall the last time he heard it. He moves in a bit closer to her, and places a hand on the exposed area of her thigh.*

Terrible, isn't it? You might as well have just had two Firewhiskeys.

*He traces a few circles on her thigh with his thumb. He really wants to kiss her, but her bright lipstick is a little intimidating. As good as it looks, he wishes she wouldn't wear it, but separating Lily from her lipstick was about as likely as separating James from his broomstick.*

So, fancy another?