Draco & Anthony
Draco had been taught all the traditional dances by the time he was eight; whatever people were doing here could not, in his opinion, be called dancing. Gyrating, would be a more accurate word. "You want me to get up and jump around in front of a room of people who mostly want me dead?" he asked, in a tone that suggested a need for clarification. He picked up the shot and downed it - he had a feeling he'd been needing it. "You really live on the fucking wild side, Goldstein."