Aktamun & Neculai: The Dancefloor
Aktamun had been drinking. Not just soda or lemonade, but also stronger stuff. Nobody had spiked the punch yet, but there was some illicit liquor going around. Aktamun had knowingly drank some of it and unknowingly taken more when people had given him cups that contained more than a little rum. And, as such, Aktamun was tipsy.
He was dancing with his fellow Standards in a circle, which, in itself, was a remarkable event: most Standards lingered by the sidelines at these kind of things. Instead, they were shouting along to the latest Sia-song.
Aktamun murmured something about getting another drink and he left the circle, which immediately closed rank behind him. The younger Standard felt fuzzy, uncertain, plodding around the dancefloor. He was obviously staggering a little.
Jack, standing a few feet away from him, noticed the boy and frowned.