Beginning of the Evening
"Am I so transparent?" Blaise was smirking but couldn't help the small smile that crept over his dark face. "I just couldn't stay away another moment." He took a sip of the whiskey and motioned to the sofa. "Join me? Or are you mingling and taking bids on who gets to take the arse home tonight?" he had a bored expression on his face as he surveyed the room. He wondered vaguely if Tavish would actually consider a bloke in his bed, but dismissed it quickly.
"Nice turnout." he had expected some of them, however, some of them like Malfoy surprised him.