Zacharias Smith (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} unspeakableness) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
Zacharias refrained from groaning about likely being able to avoid the glitter. It wasn't that he minded glitter in and of itself so much as he'd rather choose himself if he wanted to actively have it anywhere on his person. Like he'd said, it got everywhere and was hard to get rid of. He anticipated several showers spread out between later tonight and tomorrow morning to get rid of any stray bits of glitter. That thought alone was a reason to groan, but, again, he refrained.
"Uh, butterbeer," he said looking to the bartender. He wasn't actually sure he wanted a butterbeer, but he hadn't been able to think of any other non-alcoholic beverages the club might serve. And he didn't want to hold up other customers by asking, nor did he want to look entirely stupid. Normally, he didn't drink, and he had a feeling that tonight shouldn't be one of the exceptions. He didn't know the people around him, and, perhaps a bit more along the lines of paranoia, he didn't know who might know him and his parents. If his dad found out where he was... Well, Zacharias didn't want to repeat the night his father had found out that some bloke had won him at a charity auction. Though he supposed as long as he didn't get drunk and didn't actually do anything -- which was most of his plan for the night, to do nothing to draw attention to himself -- he'd be alright.