Re: [Out of Order; Part Quatre]
Draco felt his head rush, the alcohol and cardabella mixing in his system. His head swam as he smirked at the girls.
"See, I sat down BEFORE we started." He could just about swear that he felt the alcohol running through his veins.
"Let's see, I've never..." he paused, "shagged a Muggle." He swirled his own drink watching his friends, but his gaze lingered on Pansy. He wondered exactly how close she'd gotten to them.
Daphne was quite glad that Draco had started something interesting, because she really hadn't an idea. And she had tried to think of one without success, most likely due to alcohol and drugs, since Blaise had asked.
"Oh a game." She smirked, but didn't lift her glass to drink. She also looked at Pansy.
Pansy's fingers tapped the wood of the chair and she met Draco's gaze, with her eyebrows arched in mock horror. She leaned forward intentionally, swirling her drink and then with a small raise of her glass, let the liquid flow down her throat. She stopped, and was slightly dazed as the drug mingled in her system. Her gaze was challenging as she waited for him to make some snyde comment but she found with the drug in her system, she didn't care.
"I go next," she said, thinking of something cutting to ask, "I've never.....had a sibling." She was sure Draco had been lying before, and wondered it this game would make him anymore honest. She knew he was up to something; she would play so easily into his games.
Blaise glared at Draco, not sure whether or not he ought to drink. To his knowledge, Blaise had never knowingly slept with a Muggle. Still, the first few times he'd tried the cardabella he'd found himself in quite interesting …straits. He decided that not knowing in the affirmative meant he didn't have to drink. Not that he needed a drink right now as he felt the drug finally begin to take it's effect. That was one of the drawbacks of not being a first timer, it would take a little longer for the drug to take full effect. Leaning back, he took a swig with Pansy's statement. The girl knew full well that, other than Daphne, they'd all drink.
Draco took everyone's reaction to his question well, save Pansy's, though his glare, as poor as it was, could have been due to the question now for them. He knew, even though the haze, why, but that only fueled something akin to a growl as he lowered his drink defiantly. He felt dizzy, and he was sure his hand was on fire as though his clothes weren't soft enough, could never be soft enough.
Daphne thought this was a rather boring dare, indeed. She took a long sip of the firewhiskey. The burning sensation that trailed down her throat seemed to tickle more than burn, perhaps that was Blaise’s cardabella. She surveyed them all.