It had been a couple weeks since T left the school, and while Zach was dealing - sleeping in the same bed with Trace every night definitely helped - it felt odd. So he had been quite happy to jump at the opportunity to leave the castle and hang out with T. They were going to go out - gay clubbing, muggles had everything Zach swore - so he knew how to dress and fine. Zach had read about those places before, to know how to wear as much as he usually did. Maybe a few blokes dressed that way, but not most people, and Zach didn't want to stick out like a sore thumb. For another reason, sure, but not for that.
Instead of usually nicer attire, Zach was wearing jeans that showcased his arse like one of the seven wonders, a tight fitting white t-shirt, and a leather jacket that together made Zach loved how he looked. Checking himself out, he grinned. Hot stuff. That he wasn't going to shag some random bloke he met at the club did not mean he wasn't going to make every last one of them wish they could.
With him, as well, as a piece of his stores of muggle money (he always kept some for anything he needed from the muggle world). Zach disliked going anywhere feeling unable to take at least minimal care of himself. Plus, while Zach didn't predict anything unpleasant, T was going to be there.
The portkey finally glowed blue, and Zach held on during the familiar tugging feeling at his navel. Landing in a flat he had never been in, Zach first saw a - that was a telelooker, televisor, television, that was it. He had seen those before in, well, in a place that had been showing stuff even better than wizarding porno magazines. But turning around, he saw T and - hot. Yes, T looked hot. Damn.