Dylan was in a fabulous mood tonight. Yes, his marks itched like never before and yes there were more of them and yes they were starting to look slightly...odd, but he was nothing if not a master at not thinking about what was troubling him and to focus on what didn't trouble him instead.
Lori was - well not fucking - but having sex with him. Well had once. But he was hoping that seeing him after the party tonight would lead to twice. And he'd just met what was said to be the greatest wizard of modern times, and he was cool (and slightly mad) to boot.
With a grin on his face, he and Craig had arrived at Eros dressed as the three musketeers, well two of the three, he supposed, but Jamie was arriving later, or probably had arrived by now, so what could be more fitting? He wasn't sure where Craig had got off to now though, the crowd was huge and he'd lost track of him somewhere.
He sipped his drink (something that looked absolutely disgusting but tasted fairly all right) as he made it through the crowd, eyeing in one of the acrobat's swinging near the ceiling. He'd just stopped when someone bumped into him, making him spill his drink. "I think hitting on someone is supposed to be figuratively speaking," he joked, in too good a mood to care. A quick cleaning spell and his outfit was as good as new again. "You owe me a new drink now," he added and looked up for the first time at the guilty person.