Re: Dance Floor
E wrinkled his nose in distaste at the idea that R currently had a view up his nostrils. He had no idea why, since he often had the same view and didn't mind a lick. The two of them seemed to have stopped actively dancing and were not just standing, holding each other to music. Luckily, it also seemed they had reached the drinks table.
"Fine then," E giggled.
"I'll just be under you forever then."
With a flourish, E finally let go of his dancing partner and waltzed over to the large bowl of butterbeer. He ladled himself a big cup and another for R. Even without tasting it, he could smell the alcohol.