Re: Jazz, Absinthe & Dylan
'I could tell.' Helping Dylan fix his shirt, he couldn't help but think it was a rather futile task, seeing as the garment would be on his bedroom floor in a few minutes. But never mind. Taking hold of the younger wizard's wrist, he lead him back through the club and out the door, skulking past any waiting press.
He wasn't too drunk to apparate and managed to get them both to the farm in one piece. 'Don't wake Bryn or he'll be shouting at us in seconds.' Dragging Dylan to his room, he practically threw him onto the bed before casting a privacy spell on the room.