Richie Tozier / Bill Weasley
Watching him take the drink was enjoyable all on its own, muggles were so charming and Bill watched happily. Growing up a Pure Blood with a muggle obsessed dad meant he had some exposure to them, but not a lot until he'd grown up some and moved out into the world on his own.
"Loves it, love," Bill agreed as he set down the Firewhiskey, hoping someone might find it and help themselves and get a little kick out of it.
Richie agreed and he was a little surprised, but glad because he'd asked hadn't he? Of course Bill had never heard of The Monster Mash and had no clue there was a dance of any sort that went with it. All he heard was music, enough of a beat to grab Richie by the hand and tug him back a few feet so one of those limbs didn't hit a table.
"Everyone's a good dancer, just pop your arms here," he said guiding them up around his neck. "And try not to hurt yourself," Bill added as he placed one hand on the small of Richie's back and the other curled around his side over his ribs,