Various Places — Lilie & Ashton
Ashton's human form was just as susceptible to injury and ailments as any normal human, and that included alcohol. As he'd discovered on Halloween with Andrei, drinking alcohol wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Granted, Blake had told him specifically not to drink, and that if he did and went into a drunken dragon rampage on Camden, burning down buildings and ripping up roads, that he'd surely have the Slayer's fae enchanted sword in his heart.
It wasn't a threat that Ashton ever took lightly, but he found that one drink here, one drink there - or shots repeatedly between bites of pizza while he was dressed up for the party by Lilie and Mickey - was hard to keep track of. The result was a dragon who was riding a warm feeling in his belly.
He didn't like how loud the music was, but it had been his only complaint of the evening. While he'd prefer to be back at Barclay's room, curled up with his witch in his bed while they watched movies until the New Year began, this party wasn't all that bad. Ashton was admiring the wide varieties of costumes. Everyone had their own interpretation of what "The End of the World" would mean, it seemed.
Ashton was watching a pair of people walk by who were dressed like escaped prisoners, broken chains, torn orange jumpsuits and all, when Lilie touched his chest and the dragon looked down at her hand. "Of course I can dance," he scoffed. He'd danced with Trent once at the bar, and he'd danced with Emily at the school dance. It seemed simple. He had to speak louder and stand close to Lilie to be heard. "What is cha-cha?"