The Firewhiskey Chats
***For angelaask's birthday. Sorry about the delay.***
Title: This Old Place?
Series: The Firewhiskey Chats
Disclaimer: Rowlings owns HP, Whedon owns BTVS.
Spoilers: OotP for HP, S7 for BTVS.
Summary: Just a drink before the war . . .
Notes: Dedicated to angelaask, on her birthday, who asked for any
Willow pairing with any HP male character, and that got me to
thinking of some I hadn't tried before. And behold! A new series on
the horizon. I hope you enjoy angelaask, and happy birthday once
This Old Place?
He had insisted on making it up to me, and so I decided to
let him. After all, it wasn't often that a girl like me got invited
to have a drink with a tall, dark, and handsome man like this, and I
thought I should take advantage of it. Besides, after the night that
I had had, a drink sounded very good.
He escorted me to this quaint little pub, and the bartender
promptly seated us. I took a quick look around and noticed that
everyone here seemed to be dressed in long, dark robes. Fantastic, I
had been dragged into a wizard's bar. Hopefully these ones won't be
as skittish as the American wizards, who I think have banned me from
every single magical establishment the American ministry had
jurisdiction over. Yeesh, try to end the world and all of a sudden
people are treating you like you're some sort of criminal.
Okay, bad joke, but those are the only ones I've got
nowadays. Xander's usually much better in this area, but he's off in
Australia this month. Faith is also better at this than me, though
her jokes are often cruder, but unfortunately the brunette Slayer had
opted to be the responsible one and head back to report to Giles.
She hadn't given me much of a choice either. A quick shove towards
my would-be attacker was all that I got, other than a snicker or two
and the warning not to do anything she wouldn't do. I wonder how
effective that little saying is in Faith's case. There isn't much
that Faith wouldn't do, and that's by her own confession. I guess
she thought she was being cute or something.
"Will you be having the Firewhiskey, then?"
His question jolted me out of my thoughts. I raised my eyes
to find him waiting expectantly for my answer, and I just nodded in
consent though I had no idea what Firewhiskey was. Was it different
from regular whiskey? Giles might know; he's more of a drinker than
I am. The limited experience I've had with alcohol has been with
bottled beer and those girlie drinks they serve in restaurants. I
hoped that I could handle whatever it was that Seamus had ordered for
"So, you are one of them Watchers, aren't you?" he asked
after signalling the bartender to bring us our drinks. "I've seen a
lot of you in the past months."
"I'm not exactly a Watcher," I replied with a shrug. "Maybe
more of a Watcher-in-Training than anything else. I haven't spent
enough time learning how to be a Watcher from Giles yet, and he's
hardly got the time to teach anyone right now. Maybe later when all
this fuss dies down."
"You think it'll die down soon?" he asked.
"I don't know," I said with a frown. "I mean, I don't even
know much about these bad guys and their Dark Lord or whatever. I
don't even remember his name, though Buffy kept saying it was
something like Vault of Warts."
Seamus laughed suddenly and then stopped himself as if
remembering where he was. "That's not what his name is, but I can't
tell you what it actually is," he told me. "His name is a curse in
our world. We try to avoid saying it."
"That's kind of silly," I told him. "How can you fight
someone when you're too afraid to say his name?"
"You're not the first person to make that argument, and
though it's a good, it's hard to change people's ways," Seamus said
with an easy smile. "Besides, it's not like he didn't give us all a
reason to be afraid. And now, it feels like he wants to give us
"And he also feels like branching out," I continued for
him. "That's the third batch of bad wizards we've run into in the
past six weeks. Of course, this is the first time we've run into any
of you, Aurors did you say?"
"Yeah, Aurors," Seamus nodded, flushing slightly at the
mention of their meeting. "By the way, I'm sorry about what happened
out there. I mistook you for one of them, completely my fault-"
"Don't worry about it," I said dismissively. "There was a
lot of magic flying about. I'm just surprised most of it actually
landed on its intended targets."
"Quite a scuffle," he agreed. "And your friend, the
brunette, she certainly added to the excitement."
"It's what a Slayer does best," I laughed. "And Faith is no
exception. She loves a good fight."
"The way she was flying all over the place, I don't doubt she
could win all those fights," Seamus chuckled. "I particularly enjoyed it
when she knocked that Death Eater all the way to the end of the
alley. That was beautiful, I wish Harry could have seen it."
"Well, he might," I replied. "Giles said that he keeps
getting messages from your bosses at the Ministry. Apparently they
want to wipe the slate clean, forget all this Wizard-Watcher
animosity, and work together."
"And why do you sound so sceptical about it?" Seamus
interjected. "Trust me, there`s nothing shady about it. As soon as
we noticed the pattern of attacks, and saw that you guys were the
links, Dumbledore and Shacklebolt when straight to work trying to
open up the lines of communication."
"It's just, no offence or anything, but we haven't had the
best experience with you guys," I told him gently.
"Meaning, you haven't," Seamus said simply. "Faith swore
she's new to this way of magic, and I'm sure most of the other
Slayers are as well, but you're a witch. Certainly you know
something of our world-"
"And it hasn't been the greatest," I answered sharply. "Of
course, it's mostly my fault, but we're not getting into that. Let's
just say I don't like being told my power is nothing more than a
perversion that shouldn't have been allowed to happen."
"Who told you that?" he asked.
"Never mind," I muttered. "Say, where are our drinks?"
"Ah, a woman after my own heart," Seamus said with a grin
before he turned towards the bar. "Eh, Tom! Where's the bloody
"Keep your pants on," was the curt reply. The bartender
shuffled our way, plunking a bottle of liquor and two glasses down on
our table. "I was dealing with my paying customers first," Tom
explained, narrowing his eyes at Seamus.
"I'm a paying customer," Seamus protested. "Of course, when
I pay is an entirely different story."
"Well pay soon," Tom said briskly. "I've been running your
tab for over three weeks. You're lucky that Potter guarantees you'll
"Of course he guarantees it," Seamus chuckled. "If I don't
do it myself, he'll just garnish my wages until it is paid off. So
what are you worrying about Tom? You'll get your money, you always
"If it's that big of a deal, I've got-"
"Put it away girl," Seamus said in a serious tone. "I told
you I was buying you a drink, and I'm buying you a drink. Besides,
Tom here doesn't really like taking Muggle money, now does he?"
"Just drink your whiskey and get out," Tom snarled before he
walked away, grumbling about `new Aurors' and `snotty young pups'
under his breath. Seamus was seemingly oblivious to the man's
unhappiness, or in actuality, uncaring about Tom's grievances. He
was more concerned with pouring the Firewhiskey, which he did with
"All right, bottom's up Willow," he prompted with a grin,
slipping the glass into my hand. "We've got a lot of bottle to get
through before we can leave."
"The whole bottle?" I shook my head. "I don't know, I'm not
that crazy about hard liquor."
"Just drink it down," he encouraged me. "Once the first
one's down, the next few go down easily. Trust me."
I eyed the brown liquid in my glass, and then turned my head
upwards to look at Seamus. He only grinned again and raised his
glass to mine.
"Cheers," he said before downing the whole glass in one sip.
I watched him carefully, noting that he didn't wince as the liquor
went down. That either meant that it wasn't that bad, or Seamus was
just very accustomed to it. I was betting on the latter.
"Oh well," I whispered as I raised the glass to my
When I woke up the next morning, my head was throbbing
horribly and my stomach felt like it was about to jump up my throat
and out of my body. The sun had flooded my room and lit the whole
place up, making it difficult for my bleary eyes to see anything
probably. I managed to turn myself over and get a look at my clock.
It was one-thirty in the afternoon.
"Ick," I moaned to myself before turning back to burrow my
head into my pillow.
"Oh no you don't."
I don't know why I hadn't noticed Faith before. Perhaps
because my mind was still groggy and my aching head protested too
much for me to take a proper look around when I woke up. Whatever
the reason, Faith was in my room, and making her presence felt.
One second I felt her foot on my ankle, and before I could
even open my scream to protest, I was hauled out of bed and dragged
onto the floor. My blankets fell around me and made it difficult for
me to see properly, let alone fight off the deranged Slayer
assaulting me in my own room.
"Faith!" I whined. "Let go! I'm too hung-over for this!"
"Well too bad," Faith returned wickedly. "Giles says it's
time to get up, and I think you should listen to him. After all,
he's so caught up in all this wizard business that if you obey him
quickly enough, he might even overlook the fact that you came home
last night with a drunken Irishman."
Seamus! I bolted upright and looked around my room for any
sign of my drinking partner.
"He's not here," Faith told me. "Some hottie with black hair
and green eyes showed up this morning to collect him. He so did not
look impressed with our boy Seamus."
"Did he and I-" I struggled to say. "That is, did we-"
"Have crazy, naked monkey sex?" Faith finished for me. "And
that would be a negative. He's surprisingly gentlemanly when he's
drunk. He didn't take advantage of you once. Just brought you here
right from the pub, and handed you over to me. He slept in the guest
bedroom down the hall, and hightailed it as soon as Mr. Hottie
arrived. But he did tell me to tell you that any time you wanted to
go for another drink, he'd be more than happy to oblige you."
My stomach turned again and I groaned. "I'm never drinking
again," I vowed.
Faith pouted. "So what? No more hunky Irishman hanging
"I said I wasn't going to drink again," I clarified. "I
never said that I wasn't going to see Seamus again."
"All right Willow," Faith said approvingly. "Back to driving
stick after such a long hiatus."
"You're so crude," I muttered before heading to my
bathroom. "Tell Giles I'm on my way. Just give me a minute to clean
"Whatever," Faith said in a bored tone before flouncing out
of my room. I stumbled into the bathroom and made right for the
toilet. Ten minutes later, my stomach was empty, but my teeth were
brushed and I had managed to make myself somewhat presentable. I
wasn't joking before. I am never drinking again. No matter how cute
the Irishman, I wasn't going to drink again.
That Firewhiskey stuff just isn't for me.