Who am I to dis-a-Brie?
Fri Jul 14, 2017 06:55

“I’ve heard of it,” Dardanius said, tilting his head to the side as if a slanted view of Emmett would help him to understand why the fifth year had decided that the Star Wars gorilla-bear outfit was the right choice to wear to a slumber party. Or why he even owned it in the first place. Emmett wasn’t the quirkiest clown in the circus but he came close.

Just past Emmett and Russell, Danny saw that Ruben had joined Holland at the nail painting station, and frowned just a little. It didn’t strike him as likely that Ruben would want his nails painted (Okay, maybe black; that sounded feasible), so he was obviously there for Holland. Danny was mostly okay with Ruben - the Aquila was rather too keen to throw a punch, in the Lyra’s opinion - but if he was going to make any trouble for Holland then they were going to have an issue.

He was saved the displeasure of lingering on that thought, as Marissa was talking and smiling at him again. Danny promised himself he’d do his very best to keep half an eye on Holland, at least every now and again, but Marissa was talking about inappropriate sleepwear. How was he supposed to focus on anything else with that going on? Danny’s mouth went a little dry. He was certain that Marissa wanted him to ask about it, but equally certain that no good could come of him asking that question. There was a small, easily ignored part of his brain that often liked to ask him what in Merlin’s name he was doing whenever he was around Marissa, and, predictably, it was chirping that tune as he watched her take a swig from her flask.

When offered the drink, Danny did hesitate, even with his recent and ongoing experience of dry mouth, because he would bet his broomstick that it contained alcohol. He was already planning to be out of the commons after curfew, and he was supposed to be setting a good example, as a prefect (although, he noted with some amusement, there was no shortage of prefects present), and a sixth year, and probably alcohol consumption on school premises wasn’t something in which he ought to engage. “Sure,” he said, accepting the flask. ‘What are you doing?

He took a swig and immediately passed the vessel back to Marissa - was she closer now? “Well that’s sweet, fizzy and alcoholic,” he objectively summarized. It wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t that good, either. “You can keep the rest,” he offered chivalrously, and then realized she was probably going to take that to mean he wanted her tipsy. Not actually the case - tipsy Marissa was, admittedly, funny and extremely friendly, but Danny was truthfully quite enamored of sober Marissa. Regardless, he suspected a subject change was required.

“So what shall we do first?” he asked, looking back into the party space. “Want to grab some snacks and play a board game?” Actually he didn’t really like board games, but they were preferable over the Muggle electronic games that he had no idea how to play and didn’t feel inclined to start learning right in the present moment. “Or watch a movie?” He sounded more enthusiastic about this second idea; it would give them time to talk, Danny considered. “You could tell me all about your summer.” And there would probably be an opportunity to cuddle up, too. And maybe engage in some more intimate activities. Yes, a movie sounded like an excellent idea. Unless, of course, Marissa wanted to dispense with all the party activities altogether and just find a quiet, dark corner for them both. What are you doing?

(OOC: Thanks to Sophia for the title of this post.)

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