Warren and Piotr in their room

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Shuffling back to his dorm room after meeting with the professor, Piotr longed after his treasured bottle of vodka. How he will miss it now that it is locked away in the kitchen. His disbelief at being grounded for being of-age was urking him slightly in the head, but he didn't want any hostile telepathic waves to errupt so he calmed himself by stating, "...at least it's only a week."

To his suprise Warren was standing in the dorm's doorway smiling and holding what seemed to look like a flask.

"It simply wouldn't do to have those wild under-21s killing their livers so early on. I think the Professor's decision was quite wise." He walked back to his desk, and Piotr followed. From his drawer he pulled out two glass shotglasses. He continued. "So wise, in fact, that I propose that we toast to it." He filled the two glasses with what appeared to be rum and held them up. "So, do you want the 'Don't mess with Texas' one or the 'Drink till she's cute' one?"

Piotr smirked and pointed with grace, "'Don't Mess with Texas' will suit me fine." They raised their glasses high, shared affectionate glances and tipped their shots back into their throats. Piotr coughed a hearty cough and winced at Warren, "What /was/ that stuff?"

Warren grinned slyly. "Ever heard of Bacardi 151?"

Piotr coughed again, "No."

"All you need to know is that it's 151 proof. Meaning it's 75.5% alcohol." Warren flopped back onto his bed. "I can feel it hitting me already..."

Piotr's grin wided, "That's why I'm dating you!" He jumped on top of Warren. They rolled around on the bed and laughed at their punishment.