Oh, I know! Remember that dive Muggle bar we had to go to, the one in London? And our contact didn't show up, and you got pissed off of some really wretched whiskey and loudly proclaimed, to the whole sodding bar, that you were madly in love with Minerva McGonagall? That's not the best part, though. You then stumbled up to the stage, picked up the mic, and started singing 'Wind Beneath My Wings'. Which wouldn't have been SO bad, except it wasn't Karaoke Night. And the 'mic' was actually the hand of some bloke you pulled up on stage. And then, if I recall, used him as an air guitar. Though you did make nice with that bartender...Tiny, was it? Or Butch. I get those two confused.
Re: Screened for the three conversants
Oh, I know! Remember that dive Muggle bar we had to go to, the one in London? And our contact didn't show up, and you got pissed off of some really wretched whiskey and loudly proclaimed, to the whole sodding bar, that you were madly in love with Minerva McGonagall? That's not the best part, though. You then stumbled up to the stage, picked up the mic, and started singing 'Wind Beneath My Wings'. Which wouldn't have been SO bad, except it wasn't Karaoke Night. And the 'mic' was actually the hand of some bloke you pulled up on stage. And then, if I recall, used him as an air guitar. Though you did make nice with that bartender...Tiny, was it? Or Butch. I get those two confused.
I have more, Black. You know I do. ~_^