James: Fancy a date to Hogsmeade, Evans? After all we won the Quidditch Cup, you do owe me a Butterbeer.

Lily: No would do, Potter.

James: (puppy dog face) Pretty please? Just one drink.

Lily: (sighing in defeat) Fine. Just one drink.

*Time Skip

At the Three Broomsticks*

James: (scowling) When I said one drink, I clearly didn't mean that I'd have to sit here band watch you have a Butterbeer by yourself.

Lily: (suppressing a smile) money ain't cheap, James. Go get one yourself.

James: Did you just call me James? Did the highly gorgeous Lily Evans just address me by my first name?

Lily: (facepalm) No, I'm pretty sure I just called you lame.

Sirius: (jumping out of nowhere) LAMES!!! That's like the best ship name ever!

Peter: (joining in) LAMES FOR LIFE!!!

Remus: (shaking his head in disappointment) Looks like you two idiots ruined a date.

Madam Rosmerta: (looking up from behind the counter) And by the way, I think JILY is still a better ship name for these two.

Lily: (blushing) Well... Yeah, I guess...

James: (grinning like an idiot for the whole of the weekend and a great many days after the event as well).