Re: Scor/Lori
He froze as Scorpius licked his fingers. It felt odd, and was messy, but was strangely enticing. He wasn't sure why, and didn't care to explore the feeling anymore right now. Not in public, but he filed the feelings away for a later time.
"I like words," he said, grinning. His hair was likely messed up beyond help now, but it was easy to not care about that. He wanted another drink, so led Scorpius back over to the table and made one quickly, before moving away to dance again. "I don't think Dylan and Craig thought about a cake. They seem to have focused on the alcohol."
He was surprised that he could make sense of Scorpius' slurred words, but the more he himself drank, the easier it became. His body felt warm and heavy, and oddly loose at the same time, though he couldn't make sense of that. He thought it was apparent that he didn't have much tolerance for alcohol, but as it was making the whole night easier to bear, he wasn't going to mention it.