"Regulus." Lucius said, tone slightly annoyed, the piercing whistle echoing too loud in his ears. "Anyone think you were enjoying all this. Do you want to strip off too? You've had as much whiskey as the rest of them." He was teasing, of course, enjoying the light touch of the boy's arm around him. "I'll even hold your clothes." He even offered, laughing as he watched Rabastan dash off, his attention going back to the drunken, attractive, giggling young man at his hip, and he let his own hand drop from Regulus' waist down to the outward curve at the base of the young man's spine.
"Or do you want me to carry you back to the Common Room?" He said, smirking slightly at the idea of carrying the youngest Black child back to the Common Room over his shoulder. No doubt the boy would be snoring then, or demanding more to drink. "Your cousins will make me tuck you up in bed to sleep it off."