pour it up | peyton

[Jameson Hera Blishwick]

no care in the world.

JIMMIE COULDN'T TELL WHETHER OR NOT SHE had had too much to drink. She'd never been much for it, preferring the clarity of sobriety, and yet recent events had her accepting plastic cup after plastic cup of a fruit punch that made her stomach warm. Soon enough, the room was fuzzy at the edges and she was enjoying herself, a lazy smile on her red lips as she swayed to the music near the back wall. She hadn't recognised anybody immediately, and usually that would bother her, but the punch was really good. However, eventually, her vision cleared enough to laser on the first familiar face she could find.

"Pay!" Jimmie yelled, squeezing her way through the throngs of gyrating bodies until she slung an arm around a tall, blonde head, hanging off of her side like an accessory and cradling her cup in her other hand. "I didn't know you were allowed at parties." She joked, her smile too big when paired with her flushed face. "I've missed you." She pouted, but only because she hadn't seen a single person she truly knew in quite some time. And the booze could only do so much. Summer often meant that Jimmie saw so few of her friends. She worked for her father in the summer, but the sudden arrival of her least favourite interns meant that Jimmie was spending a lot less time at casa Blishwick. 

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'Cause I feel like I can do anything when
My head is spinning and my feet off the ground
When I can't stop dancing like no one's around

27 JUNE 2025

With everything that was going on in the world, from Hag's Fever to the attack at the Quidditch Match, Peyton's family was pretty cautious. While her dad was only muggle, it didn't mean he wasn't aware of the entire situation. He did, after all, marry a witch and produce magical children. And with everything going on, the invitation she had gotten to go to some Summer Batch was something they were a little weary about. But Peyton was able to talk them into it, and when she arrived, she realized it was so not their scene. It was like Gilderoy's dance all over again; her eyes moved over everyone in search of someone she knew. Anyone!

And then, the sound of her name on familiar lips run out among the crowd, and in an instant, she was attacked by Jimmie. The girl was drunk, a cup cradle in her hand and her face flushed. How long had Jimmie been here to get this sloshed? Peyton laughed, a little bit awkwardly, at the girl's comment about being allowed to attend parties. "I'm surprised you were allowed. Aren't you usually stuck with your dad during the summer?" she questioned, raising an eyebrow. But she smiled, "I've missed you too, Jimmie...even if you are positively smashed. How much have you drank?"

Jameson Hera Blishwick

MADE BY VEL OF GS

[Jameson Hera Blishwick]

no care in the world.

ALREADY HALFWAY DRUNK AS IT WERE, JIMMIE'S answering snort was wet and stained pink like her tongue. "Dad..?" She said disjointedly, hanging from her friends side like sad, silver scarf. "He's nurturing the local wildlife." She drawled, her words falling together happily as she threw her head back and laughed. Though, Peyton surely wouldn't know about the charitable Blishwick enterprise. Jimmie had had Nessa bin all the flyers for the internship. It had only ended up with her binning all but two, keeping one for herself and her partner in crime.

"Cup, maybe two..." Jimmie said with an innocently smile, though she still had blood crusted in her left nostril. The front of her shirt stained by what had dripped down from her chin. She tongued the cut on her lip. "Okay, so I had a few." She tried valiantly to stand straight and cleared her throat, "But, it was me-merely for pain relief." Holding up a finger she made her face very grave, which looked hollow with the bruise forming on her left cheek. "I got punched." And then she bent at the waist in a fit of giggles, hands braced on her knees. 

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'Cause I feel like I can do anything when
My head is spinning and my feet off the ground
When I can't stop dancing like no one's around

Peyton knew that Jimmie wasn't a fan of her father's life and business. Each time she had mentioned that she went on a date through his business, thanks to the blind date thing that he ran every once in a while, she seemed annoyed. Peyton had done it for fun, not really caring if it led to love or not. Though, she was excited for it to lead to something - but she didn't hold any ill-will if nothing became of it. Like her crush for Daniel had led to nothing. She didn't comment on her friend's comment; instead she asked about how much she had drunk so far.

When Jimmie said a cup or two, her eyebrow rose, and then she finally gave in and said how much. But she blamed it on pain relief...and it was then that she noticed the cut lip, the dry blood on her nose, some red stains on her shirt before she realized that she had gotten punch. Her eyes widened, "You got punched? Jimmie...it looks like you got into a fight with a weed wacker or something. Who did this to you?" she questioned, concern lacing her face as she looked her friend over.

Jameson Hera Blishwick

MADE BY VEL OF GS

[Jameson Hera Blishwick]

no care in the world.

HANGING ON PEYTON'S ARM HAD A DUEL motivation. To hear her over the tinny music and for balance. She pulled Peyton to her, lip pouted out as her injuries were noted with immediate concern. Peyton wasn't drunk, Jimmie noted absently and with disappointment. In fact, she looked utterly sober and Jimmie was sloppy.

"Oh- it was like a Monday or a Tuesday..." Jimmie mumbled nonsensically, her lips quivering as she refrained from grinning meanly. That's what had gotten her in to this mess in the first place. "'Parently not everybody un- understands irony." And then she lifted her brows, lips pulled in to a thin straight line. She stumbled against Peyton's side, tripping over her own feet before pulling away.

"God, aren't you drunk yet?" She exclaimed, wobbling on her own two feet. "We gotta fix that." Turning abruptly, Jimmie weaved in to the crowd, colliding with multiple bodies before she made it to the punch table, the large glass bowl far too expensive for a table that looked wrapped in wrapping paper. But, maybe that was just Jimmie's Weekly scorn shining through. Spilling punch all over her hands, Jimmie ladled a plastic cup full and turned only to find Peyton out of sight. 

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'Cause I feel like I can do anything when
My head is spinning and my feet off the ground
When I can't stop dancing like no one's around

A part of Peyton felt guilty that she had arrived when she did, seeing how messed up her friend already was. Both in her drunken slurs and the fact that she had gotten into a fight with someone. When she asked who the fight was started with, the girl replied a day of a week, and her eyes went wide. "You got in a fight with one of the hosts?" she questioned, "What the hell happened?" she questioned, not understanding where she was getting with irony before she groaned. "Did you make some shitty joke about their names?" she questioned, her tone almost sounding like a disapproving parent.

Her friend was so far gone, moving and stumbling over her own two feet as she pulled away from her. Peyton's hand went out, trying to steady her, but she was already turning abruptly. 'God, aren't you drunk yet? We gotta fix that.' Peyton practically ran after her, trying to keep up if she needed to catch Jimmie before she fell face first. But then she lost her, getting stopped by another drunken teen that wanted to talk to her, or dance with her, or maybe even puke on her shoes. She noticed they were a shade of sickly green, and she quickly got out of there, attempting to make it through the crowd. Where did she go? she thought to herself as she tried to find Jimmie in the crowd, her body and arms pushing through drunk bodies.

Jameson Hera Blishwick

MADE BY VEL OF GS

[Jameson Hera Blishwick]

no care in the world.

JIMMIE'S BRAIN HAD DISCONNECTED. Her friend's words seeming to be in an entirely different language. She couldn't figure out what Peyton was trying to say to her. "Oh!" She exclaimed after a beat. "Yes- mm-hm..." She nodded her head loosely, still clinging to Peyton. "I made a joke." She explained, her eyes roving across the dancefloor restlessly. "She didn't laugh." Then Jimmie laughed, her head full of cotton and throbbing quietly. The booze were dulling the pain, but she remembered.

Releasing her grip suddenly, Jimmie stumbled in the direction of the drinks table. She didn't check to see if Peyton was following, but it didn't matter anyway. If Peyton wasn't, Jimmie would simply drink her drink for her. "Hey, Peyton!" She called haplessly as she collided with a table littered with glasses. There was a bottle uncorked on top and Jimmie went to reach for it. "I found buck's fizz!" She shook the bottle, only to discover it was empty.

"Pey...?" She turned to complain, but her friend was nowhere to be scene. Nausea gurgled in her stomach and for the first time in the entire night, she reached for a water bottle instead. 'Dad is gonna kill me', she thought, a tangle of threads wavering in her peripheral vision. 

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we could potentially end this here? do something more recent? 

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