Re: Dance Floor
"Wha..? That was mine," E pouted, as R absconded with his drink. Still, he already had enough alcohol in his system, so that the moment the cup was out of sight it was also out of mind. In fact, juice sounded good, mouth wateringly good. Enjolras kept pouting but stayed still as R went to fetch him something weaker.
It was scarcely a few seconds that had gone by, from the time R stepped away, that another body took his place.
"Well, aren't you a sweet looking something," a southern voice drawled. E glanced to the side, recognizing a seventh year Gryffindor boy.
"Slutty Robespierre," E clarified, rolling his eyes at the vacant look on the boy's face.
"Well, the first half of that is recognizable," the boy replied, sidling up closer than even R had been. His hand settled on the small of E's back, warm through the thin material of the costume jacket, his thumb rubbing small circles. E shifted under the touch, but didn't do anything to pull away from it.
"I'm making a point about the over sexualization of Halloween costumes," E slurred. The touch tipped him off his balance and he found himself leaning into the boy's broad arms.