Cooking: You're Doing it Wrong When...

[Kylie King]

Kylie looked around the kitchen and sighed. How they'd wound up with this mess, she still wasn't entirely sure of. The plan was to cook an easy dinner, eat a quiet meal, and veg out together.

Instead, the kitchen was covered in spaghetti sauce, even the walls and ceiling. The three of them were soaked in the red stuff, and Kylie had a sneaking suspicion that it was even in her ear. How did a pot of sauce turn into this much mess?

Looking back on it, it might have had something to do with Kylie's desire to cook it the muggle way. Unfortunately, they didn't have a lot of experience in that arena, and apparently didn't have a natural talent to overcome the lack of experience and knowledge.

Unbeknownst to her, all three of them had cast different spells to affect the food when the other two weren't in the room. Some spells didn't mix so well with others. The result was the explosion of spaghetti sauce.

The water and noodles on the floor and wall? That was all Kylie. Contrary to popular belief, you are not, in fact, supposed to throw spaghetti noodles against the wall to see if they're done. They don't stick.

Stupid muggle novels.

Kylie sighed again and looked around the room, arching her eyebrow. "Which one of us gets the short wand and gets stuck cleaning up this mess?"

To top it all off, her stomach chose that moment to let out a rather loud growl.

Stupid hungry stomach. Stupid lack of available food.

[Bryce Brennan]

Bryce sttod in the middle of the kitchen, stifling a laugh. It was quite hilarious, to see the terrible trio covered in sauce becuase none of them could communicate properly with each other. He wiped a bit of sace from his forehead and tasted it. "Well, at least it tastes good, even if we can't eat it."

He smiled at Kylie and waved his wand. "Scourgify!" And the kitchen was clean. It was really better this way, becuase if Kylie or Colin decided to clean up they'd end up killing each other or making a bigger mess. He heard Kylie's stomach growl.

"House of WHOOO anyone?"

[Colin Clarke]

"I'm so glad we stole that menu from the neighbours," Colin laughed in response, calling said take-away menu with a flick of his own wand - he'd been practicing that one wandless, but it tended to summon another thing or two as well, and doing that in the kitchen with all the knives and forks could end in tears.

"So, are we walking or are we finally going to try using the Muggle Phone?" Colin continued, raising an eyebrow and waving the menu in the air, "Same as usual?"

[Bryce Brennan]

Bryce stared at the muggle phone. Purebloods didn't use things like that - ever. But, were they Gryffindors or not? Surely a muggle phone did not post a threat. Bryce loved his friends, but Colin would get pissed at the muggle phone at blow it up or somehting, and Kylie would just look at it all confused like.

Bryce cocked an eyebrow and accio'd the phone. He dialed the House of WHOOO number. He didn't even have to say their address. "Hey, It's Bryce Brennan. Yeah, the usual. Alright, 15 minutes."

"Alright gang, 20 quid in 15 minutes. pay up."

[Kylie King]

Kylie rolled her eyes. "At least this time you two aren't drunk off your asses and making me deal with your drunken logic while I'm still sober." She mock-glared at them. "And we're not waking up with brand new tattoos this time, either! I couldn't sit down for ages without the aid of a cushioning charm."

Even if they'd started going to the "House of WHOO" (actually called "House of Wu" by anyone else) because of a night of drunken debacles, the food was damn good, the delivery guys knew them on sight and by voice over the phone and had gotten used to dealing with the three crazies in Apartment B (helped by the fact that they tipped heavily), and the three of them always knew what they wanted. All in all, a good trade-off from a hilarious night.

It was probably for the best that Bryce was the one to make the phone call. Still, Kylie couldn't help but be disappointed that they wouldn't be walking.

Oh, well. With them not walking, that meant that she wouldn't run the risk of getting injured.

Probably.

She was Kylie, after all.

[Bryce Brennan]

Bryce smirked. Usually Colin was the one planning drunken nights, but what the hell? No one had to work in the morning, and fire whiskey was awesome. "Well, if you'd like Kay, drunken logic can be arranged. And if I recall, youre sobreitey lasted all of ten minutes."

Bryce would never forget that night, and not just becyuse of the permanent reminder on his ass either. This is why he loved Kylie and Colin. They did almost everything together, and have since he could remember. They were truly the Terrible Trio, as his older brother used to call them. He accio's a bottle of fire whiskey and some glasses.

It was going to be an interesting night. As long as He didn't end up with another tattoo this time.

[Colin Clarke]

Colin shrugged and took a seat at the table asey waited for delivery. The occasional bender was bound to happen at their age, it was a fact of life. But the bender everyone was talking about was legendary among their long list of drunken and debaucherous acts. Colin had Tazz on his ass as a permanent reminder of how three people with poor impulse cl when drunk should never live near both a Chinese restaurant and a tattoo parlour.

However, Tazz was more than a reminder - he was the beginning of a trend. Colin already had a tattoo on his shoulder of a Horntail's silhouette. He was also planning on getting some work done on his back. He really liked tattoos for some reason. He'd even gotten the dragon without the aid of alcohol.

"How drunk are we going to be by the time Billy arrives with the food?" Colin challenged the other two.

[Kylie King]

Kylie took the first swallow, making a face at the first taste of the strong alcohol. Within five minutes, she'd be acclimated to it, but the first taste was always a shock to her system. "Long as we don't wind up with kitchenware on our heads and towels around our necks again." She chewed her lip thoughtfully. "Well... maybe not. That was actually really fun. But seriously. I don't want to wake up with a tattoo that I chose drunkenly. If I get a tattoo, I want to remember picking it out and getting it."

The small redhead stretched languidly-

-and found herself flat on her butt on the floor.

The guys might tease her about being a lightweight drunk, but they both knew that she could drink with the best of them. No, that bit of clumsiness was simply a by-product of being Kylie King, not from drinking a swallow of liquor.

She sighed and clambered to her feet, holding up the bottle triumphantly. "It was open, and yet, I didn't spill a drop. How's that for the odd combination of grace and klutziness that I seem to exhibit?"

[Bryce Brennan]

Bryce laughed as Kylie tripped over herself. He loved them. Usually, he was shy and withdrawn around people, but not with Colin and Kylie. He grabbed the bottle from her and took a swig directly from it. "Yes, that is something. I think we should declare a national holiday and everything."

He passed the bottle to Colin, and accio'd some glasses. True, the bottle would be empty in about ten minutes, but hey, Bryce was classy. He smirked. "Well, Col, I think we will be smashed goodand proper byt the time the food gets heres. And hey, I might even get a Wile E. Coyote to match the roadrunner!"

He would do no such thing, really. Bryce wasn't as into tattoos as his best friends, but hey, it was a permanent reminder of the most wild night he had ever had. He wished he could hav taken pictures of it, even, but knew that probably would never happen, mostly because he couldn't hold a camera whilst drunk. And Colin and Kylie would kill himh.

[Colin Clarke]

"If you do, he'd better have a giant firework on his back," Colin answered, throwing back a mouthful straight from the bottle and wincing as the hard liquor burned its way down his throat, then poured three glasses, Muggle-style, "How much are we supposed to tip again, anyway?"

[Kylie King]

Kylie shrugged. "I don't know. 50%? Something like that?"

She gave the glasses a baleful look. "Who needs glasses? That's what mouths are for."

The night that shall ever live in infamy between them was something they all wished they could remember in detail. Kylie was a late arrival to the drinking, so she remembers farther into the night than the boys, but she also wasn't there for a few crucial things.

Like Bryce dubbing "The House of Wu" "House of WHOOOOOO!". Or Bryce explaining to Colin that Animaniacs were dogs "because they had ears".

She was, however, there for Bryce sticking a colander on his head and pronouncing himself to be Non-Descript Boy. And she was there for Colin's attempts at painting Bryce's fingernails red and gold for Gryffindor before she stepped in and rescued Bryce's nails.

And she has a vague recollection of Colin choking and Bryce licking Colin's cheek after she told him to do the Heimlich Maneuvre.

Her memory stops before her convincing the guys to get tattoos on their butts. She suspects that she did it to find out whether or not she could actually successfully convince them they wanted a tattoo on their ass.

But, since she has no recollection, she's not lying when she says that they can't prove it was her that managed to make it happen, not even with Veritaserum- though they wouldn't use it on her.

The three had been friends forever. It was just one of those things that the foundations of the universe were set on. The sun rose in the east. The moon came out at night. Severus Snape was the most feared teacher at Hogwarts. Bryce and Kylie and Colin loved each other fiercely.

Even with that certainty, though, Kylie did her best to never take it for granted.

[Bryce Brennan]

"Yeh, probably. If for nothing else, hush money." The trio luahged, becuase they knew it was true. The people at the House of WHOOO valued Colin, Kylie and Bryce, mostly becuase they gave good business, but also becuase they gave them good stories.

Bryce took the glass. "Well, some of us try to maintain a semblence of class, Kay."

He grinned and downed it in one go, relishing the burn. He was gonna get smahed good and proper, becuase he knew that in the course ofthe night, Colin and Kylie would be snogging and more in their room, whilst Bryce would be left to his own devices- again. And he hated feeling alone.