Chris & Scorpius
Scorpius watched, a hungry heat in his eyes, not at all oblivious to the sudden rise of voices behind him, almost begging him to agree. They weren't the only ones begging at this point.
"Please, Chris." Later, he would probably be a little appalled at how desperate he sounded just then, but right now, Scorpius didn't care. "Anywhere." Right now, middle of the dance floor, on the bar, he didn't care.