Valentin & Sorin: When the Clock Strikes Twelve
Valentin took another sip of the beverage he'd picked. He was pretty sure that all of the fountains had been spiked by now, and perhaps not with just alcohol, because this ginger ale was kicking (his) ass. Maybe some of the students had chosen to drop some of Sorin's magical additions to the drinks.
He had finally managed to steal Sorin away from his friends for a slow dance. Valentin grinned up at Sorin, having already told him three times that he looked absolutely gorgeous tonight. His hands were chastely on Sorin's hips as they swayed to the music.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you," Valentin said. There was a slight slur to his words. "Pavel kissed me." Valentin blinked. "And then he ran away."