Barclay and Leon
Barclay followed Leon to table that carried the cherry-red punch, hoping that it would be spiked. The druid didn't revel in losing his inhibitions, but at social things... Well, liquor helped. It made other people easier to deal with.
And then Leon cottoned on to some things that he had no business cottoning onto.
"No," Barclay bristled. He disliked Emily because she thought she was entitled to his friendship, which she wasn't, and because she couldn't take no for an answer. You didn't force friendship on people, especially him. It had nothing to do with Ashton. "Why would I not like someone just because they're friends with Ashton?" He narrowed his eyes at Leon, daring the boy to come up with a good explanation.