"What do you do with a drunken sailor, what do you do with a drunken sailor, what do you do with a drunken sailor early in the mornin'?"

You laughed and clapped along as your best buds Fred and George sang and danced atop a table at one of their infamous parties.

"Come on up, Y/N!" called George as Fred reached for your hand, shooting you an eager grin.

You rolled your eyes teasingly, replied;

"I think you two've had too much firewhiskey,"

and joined them anyway.

"WHAT DO YA DO WITH A DRUNKEN SAILOR-"