Jacquie hoped that Billy was listening to her. After all, she was listening to him. Or the bits she understood anyway.His accent had changed hadn't it. Or maybe when she got drunk, Jacquie heard everyone like they were talking with a scottish accent. What she probably didn't realise, and may continue to not realise was the more she drank, the more french her own accent got. It was when she started slipping french words into the middle of her sentences that she was reaching the danger zone.

Right, my cousin thought it would be hilarious to rub him in magic mud, by the gods, teddy was completely howlin. Ah wanted tae hurl.

Jacquie looked at her friend rather aghast. "That's 'orrible! I 'ope you got 'im back!" Imagine, putting someone's teddy in magic mud. Whatever that was. "You know, I never 'ad a teddy bear when I was younger. I had lots of books though. I 'ave one now though. 'E is an auror, and really cute, and kind ov scary looking, but really under all zat 'e iz a teddy bear." It was really, really good that Elphais wasn't hearing this. Jacquie grabbed her glass, draining more of the beer.

"Ye would be better for it!"

Jacquie sat up as she was pushed, scowling at her friend and rubbing her forehead. "Be gentle wit' me! I am only a leetle girl you know! And I shall follow you anywhere captain! Put it in front of me, and I shall drink it. And I will bet you that I can drink more zhan you can!" Of course that was probably far from the truth, but Jacquie was far from sober.