"Mm, feisty," Wes murmured against Vi's ear, his lips brushing against the edge of it tantalizingly light. He was incredibly impressed with her mean girl impression--and he was far too aware of her innocence to think it was her instinct--thinking it was almost Slytherin of her.
"I also love your dress," he told Penny, though he rather thought he'd like it more on his bedroom floor. Maybe if he played his cards right...but no, Violet would never go for that, not when she was still--he was sure--a virgin. "Why don't you join us?" he suggested, nodding to his other side. His fingers ghosted over Violet's shoulder, brushing against her neck before teasing the ends of her hair.
He released his drink, a bit of wandless, silent magic keeping it levitated in front of him, while he motioned to the bar to deliver another drink for the newcomer. Then he plucked his whiskey out of the air and took another sip of it.