*Tristan had been out drinking for a few hours. He knew he shouldn't have been, and at the beginning of the night he had been throughly disgusted with himself. But, as the night wore on, hebegan to care less and less. Tristan had taken up drinking as a way to 'forget' what he had had to endure out on the streets when the family had taken over. And it was one of the things that had carried over back into his life at hogwarts. So he had spent hours in the hogs head and had now come home. He stumbled down the hallway, trying not to laugh at his lack of ballence, humming a random toon to himself.he stumbled and fell once, and had to work to keep his laughing at a low volume. He wished he wasn't alone...he liked to be with people when he was drunk so they could laugh together. Tristan suddenly wished that he was with Aiden. So, convinced he would be able to find him, Tristan got himself up off the ground (he had fallen again) and started down the deserted hallway, looking for Aiden*

*Aiden had been exploring the castle a lot lately, trying to find hidden gems or places that would be great for setting up a prank. He was doing just this when he happened upon a very drunk Tristan. He'd seem him like that before, so it didn't shock him. The poor boy looked like he was about to fall over at any second! Aiden grinned and quickly ran to Tristan. He slid his arm under Tristan's, afterwards moving his hands to his upper back so he could use him as support.*

Aiden:"I can see you had a little bit of fun down in Hogsmeade." *he commented, amused by this.*

*For a moment, Tristan was confused as to what was holding him up. Then he realized it was a person, and not long after that, he recognized Aiden.* "Heeey...I was just looking for you!" *He said, as if the fact that they had found each other was the biggest coincidence ever. His words were slurred and he was speaking louder than he probably should have been* "I wanted to find you becausse I was lonely...and we're dating......or something along the lines of it......" *Tristan stumbled and stared laughing, or rather, started laughing and then tried to stop, again.* "The castle's on a bit of a.....tilt..." *He explained.*

*Aiden laughed silently.*
Aiden:"Unless I'm mistaken, it's you that's at a bit of a tilt." *he joked before kissing Tristan on the cheek. He didn't bother to check if anyone was around. Why should he hide? That would make everything worse. One of the women in a nearby portrait made a little noise halfway between a squeal and a gasp. Aiden ignored her. *

*Tristan turned his head to look at Aiden, grinning. He straightened up and attempted to push Aiden in towards the wall and not hit a painting. It was quite a feat considering the amount of paintings on the walls and tristan's current imparement. He leaned in, vaguely aware that his breath probably reaked and tasted of booze. It didn't really make much of a difference to him. he kissed Aiden a little roughly on the mouth, his hand sliding up behind his head. he lost his ballence again though and had to put a hand on the wall to stead himself*

Aiden:"Woah!" *Aiden exclaimed with a laugh as Tristan started pushing him to God only knew where. He finally reached the safety of the wall. He personally didn't mind the booze at all. He kissed Tristan back. Aiden considered taking it to the 'snogging' stage, but was a little bit...anxious. His last relationship had been beyond a disaster, and he didn't want this one to be destroyed, too.*

*Tristan, whose sence of disgression went out the window around drink number seven, did indeed take it to the snogging stage. However, he was still finding it hard to stand up completely, so he was leaning his weight onto Aiden...and still sliding down towards the floor. He personally wouldn't be bothered if they were laying on the floor. But, a small voice inside his head told him there was a classroom nearby and they could just as easily snog in there. Tristan pulled back. slightly winded but grinning mischeviously* "Wanna go in there?" *He offered, pointing to the classroom nearby*

*Aiden was, by now, in a very uncomfortable position halfway between sitting and standing. He turned his head to see where Tristen was pointing. An empty room...much more discreet, classier than making out in a hallway...if only by a little bit. A small part of him was worried that Tristan was going to get too out of hand too soon. He didn't want to have to see the look on Tristan's face if he asked him to stop, but majority rules, so he agreed to it.*

Aiden:"Yeah, sure." *Aiden smiled and waited for Tristan to get up so he could move, too.*

"mmkay..." *He said. Tristan tried to stand and promptly tripped over Aiden's foot and fell to the ground. He laughed and semi-cried all at once from the pain in his knees and hands, which had hit the hard stone floor fairly hard. He managed to stand, still laughing, and made his way to the door or the flassroom. Tristan pulled it open and walked inside, swerving slightly. He lit a candle he found on the floor with a match from his pocket. Tristan layed down on the ground and sighed, still smiling, as he motioned for Aiden to join him* "Com'ere"

Aiden:"Hey, careful, careful." *he warned Tristan when he fell but continued walking. He folllowed him into the room and froze for a second when Tristan asked him to join him on the floor....Aiden knew that he was beginning to push himself too far, but he obliged anyway, trying not to look too awkward or intimidated as he lay down on the floor next to him. It was like Tristan had him on a leash....*

*Tristan smiled when Aiden joined him. He closed his eyes and stretched his arms above his head and then let them rest there rather than bringing them back down to his sides.* "I'm sleepy....and my head hurts already......bloody hangover..." *He grumbled, rubbing his eyes with his fists.*

*Aiden rolled onto his side and supported his head with his hand. He laughed awkwardly.*
Aiden:"It's all worth it, though. Well, that's what I think, anyway. Besides, they make potions to cure it." *He wouldn't take his eyes off of Tristan, trying to make sure that he knew everything that he was going to do before it happened. All he ended up doing was freak himself out more.*




~Mel

*Tristan was alerted by the off-sounding laugh of Aidens. He opened his eyes, letting his hands fall ontohis chest and turned his head towards Aoden. It took a moment for his eyes to focus.* "What's wrong?" *He asked, his words still slured a little* "Are you okay?"

Aiden:"Oh yeah, I'm fine." *He responded, blowing it off as if it were nothing.*"Just getting a little tired, too. That's all."
*Aiden hoped that his lie would be good enough to stop Tristan from asking more questions.*

"Okay......if you say so......" *Tristan rolled over onto his side like Aiden was, facing him.you're not mad, at me, are you?" *He asked. His feeling of guilt was strengthened from the alchol.* "Because you can tell me......I want this to work....." *He edged a little closer to Aiden*

Aiden:"I'm not mad at you." *He assured him in a tone implying that that would be ridiculous.*"You don't need to worry, Tristan, I'm fine. Like I told you, I'm getting a little tired. It's late."

'You could go to bed then...." *He offered, pushing himself up off the ground. Tristan pulled him legs into his chest and wrapped his arms around his legs, letting his chin rest on his knees.* "I'm sorry I've kept you up...."

*He sat up after Tristan did.*
Aiden:"No, I'd rather spend time with you than sleep." *he answered honestly. Aiden leaned in and kissed Tristan on the lips, both because he wanted to and because he hoped it would get him off of the subject.*

*Tristan's grip on his knees slackened. He let his legs slid down to the floor and his hands on Aiden's back, all traces of his embarassment and sadness gone. He deepened the kiss.*