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...Minerva *warning voice* Did you get into the Firewhiskey?

No, Severus, though now that you've brought it up I think I'll have a drink to celebrate my good humor. Care to join me?

*blinks and straightens up, pulling his wand* I'll salute but I'm afraid I can't drink with you. I'm grounded. *shakes head* Don't ask. What's the occasion?

*she smiles faintly, but doesn't ask - although she really wants to* Nothing special. I'm feeling especially... lively, and thought I'd take full advantage of the rare occasion. You're sure you won't have a drink? What they don't know won't hurt you...

Minerva...you're encouraging me to be dishonest. That's not nice.. *smiles* You lie like a cheap rug.

OOC: Oh yeah, I went there!

Severus Snape! I would never! *mutters* Encouraging you to be dishonest, indeed...

OOC: if that's how you wanna play, i can get Babbitt. don't think i won't! she can be here in 5 minutes! 3, if there's no laundry to be done...

*Accio a bottle and two glasses, filing both* You're cute when you're flustered. *lifting up his glass at her* Salute.

*she makes an unpleasant face as he pours* Please don't say that's the reason you agreed to this. *lifting her glass* Cheers.

*doesn't drink, smiling, his eyes sparkling a little deviously* ...and if I did? *looks over, smiles* If this could all be a clever attempt to... *frowns and downs his drink*

*finishes her drink with a grimace* Please, Severus. A clever attempt! I'm old enough to be your mother.

*refills her drink* So is Demi Moore with Ashton Kutcher. Yes. I know pop culture, try not to faint.

Well I don't, and I don't know who the hell you're talking about but I don't like the implication at all. *she takes a sip, then spies his empty glass* Well come on, man! I'm not alone here, am I? Drink up!

*amused smirk but refills his drink, watching her and sipping it* You're scary sometimes, Minnie.

I'll take that as a compliment, although *she smiles politely, and sips, before saying* if you call me by that horrid name again I'll hex off your ears. I was named after a Roman goddess, not some female counterpart to the mascot of a megalomaniacal American franchise.

*grins* Now who's up on their pop-culture. *making sure her drink is filled* Mackie then?

*mutters* I would hardly call a Disneyland reference "pop culture." You can't go anywhere without being within a hundred miles of one... I suppose Mackie will do, if you can't call me Minerva. Of McGonagall. Or Professor McGonagall. Or even Ms. McGon-... No, I don't like that last one so much either.

*grinning as he fills her drink again, he's stopped drinking but has lifted his glass to his lip to make a show of it, drawling voice, another gentle teasing smile* Mackie...Minerva...are you cross with me? Ms. Dumble...McGonagall.

*chokes a little on her drink, putting it down to cough into her hand* I heard that. Don't think I didn't, and I'm only going to tell you once to drop it. The man's like a father to me - and don't you dare say that some people like that!

Someone people like... *swallows, and does take a drink* Remember you love me because I push limits. And drink your Whiskey.

You drink your whiskey! I must be two glasses ahead of you by now! Perhaps I should wait for you to catch up... Wouldn't do for your ego to be outdrunk by an old lady, now would it?

*blinks, lightly amused but does take a drink of his own* An old Scots? I think I can bear the shame. *smirking just slightly* ...we all know you bleed ale. I've seen you at the Christmas parties.

*dryly* There are few comforts at my age. I take them where I can find them.

*takes another drink* Mourn the losses for they are many. Celebrate the victories for they are few. *looks over, lifting his glass to her* To age?

*lifts her glass as well* To age, Severus. May we wear it well.

*drinks, eyeing her over the brim of his glass* ...your toast, Gryffindor.

*many drinks later ((ooc- i HAD to! sing along if you know the words)), loudly and sligthly off-key* Towering in gallant fame, Scotland my mountain hame! High may your proud standards gloriously wave!

*nowhere nearly as tossed, but still singing with her, just as offkey, and choking somewhat on laughter* Land of my high endeavour, Land of the shining river, Land of my heart for ever, Scotland the brave!! *bursts into laughter*Just like Christmas.

*grinning* Indeed! Now be a dear and... pretend I'm your maiden aunt and escort me to my door. I'm not altogether sure I can get there on my own anymore...

*affects a low bow* Nothing would give me more pleasure. *and does just that*

((ooc - THE END!))

Oh? What changed? *smiles*

*returning the smile* Everything, my dear.

((ooc - Minerva's happy to have Albus around. It's like suddenly having your favorite teacher/best friend/father figure back))

Everything changing can be such a wonderful thing. I'm glad to hear you're happy. *ducks her head a little, smiling more*

Thank you, Alice. It's good to see you again. I'm sorry I haven't spoken to you before now, but I've been rather busy. That's no excuse, I suppose. How are you holding up?