„Oh, my dear..." (Mattheo Riddle ff)

how alcohol influences behaviour...

P.T.

,,And I really think that was one of the best goals I've ever thrown!" Mattheo bragged again, reaching out for his glass. 

,,Well, I really think you've been drinking more than enough for tonight..." I gave back, pulling his drink back down onto the table. 

He snatched it out  of my hand with a quick move, standing up from the sofa, already a little unsure and tipsy. ,,No, thank you, love..." 

Chuckling to myself, I watched him take a few steps backwards, raising his glass at me. 

,,Come on, Phersephone!" he said, his voice clearly influenced by the alcohol. ,,Come... come dance with me!"  

I had to press my lips together to stop myself from laughing when he almost fell over, stumbling onto the dancefloor backwards with his drink still in hand. 

,,Mattheo... are you sure you can even still dance in that condition?" I raised my eyebrows at him. 

,,Are... are you kidding me... my love?" he frowned, taking another sip of his drink. ,,I'm not even... not even..." he stumbled over his words. ,,Not even that... drunk! I'm not even that drunk!" 

,,Whatever you say, my dear..." I chuckled. ,,Just don't trip and fall." 

I watched in amusement, as Mattheo was immediately surrounded by his cheering friends and teammates as soon as he entered the dancefloor. Draco, Theodore and Blaise all jumped and danced around him, pulling him and Berkshire into their loud circle of celebration. 

Suddenly, Pansy appeared next to me, falling onto the sofa. Together, we watched the boys stumble and jump around the dancefloor happily. 

,,We're lucky they won..." Pansy leaned in, whispering into my ear. ,,This night could have been a lot worse in case of a loss, trust me." 

,,Why?" I asked, raising my eyebrows at her. ,,Do they get that angry?"

Pansy chuckled quietly. ,,Angry? Penny, girl, that's not even the word for it. If these boys loose a Quidditch game, they're not just angry... They get mad. Like, horribly mad! Like, throwing shit at the wall kind of mad. Like... beating somebody up kind of mad."

I tilted my head to the side, quickly reaching out to carefully fix one of her necklaces. ,,Oh, really?" Sounded awfully lot like my own team after a loss. Definitely a boys problem... 

,,Yes, girl, let me tell you." Pansy nodded eagerly, leaning back on the couch we were sitting on. ,,The last time, it took me until way after midnight to calm Blaise down again, and the others are even worse! You better pray that you'll never have to get Mattheo down after a loss, girl. I mean... at least if you're not looking forward to get... you know..."

Nodding slowly, I glanced over at the boys on the dancefloor again. Theodore was dancing with Daphne, who seemed just as drunk. 

,,See, we all know what's going to happen to these two later..." Pansy muttered with a slight smirk. 

Taking sip of my non-alcoholic-drink, I leaned back next to her on the couch, keeping a careful eye on Mattheo over the rim of my glass all the time. He was happy and having fun, sure. But he was also very drunk already, and still drinking. 

Carefully observing the scene, I watched him and his friends stumble from the dancefloor to the bar and back, again and again.

,,Our boyfriends look like they're going to kiss each other, Pansy." I muttered, setting down my glass. 

She chuckled, putting her head on my shoulder. ,,I mean... I'd kiss you too, girl. But your lip liner looks like it was way too much work for that. It looks amazing though."