Barty is drunk…?
Evan thinks Barty is drunk.
Evans' ears were filled with loud techno music, somehow to ravenclaws, those smart asses, managed to charm the dorm to have rave lights and disco balls and all that shit. Evan was wearing loose black jeans and black and Florence green tank top and a spiked collar with a ring at the front. Evan hadn't seen Barty since the ‘Rave’ started; he has been sitting in a corner with a cup of surprisingly not spiked punch, watching the other Slytherins dance, flirt and drink. The music was beginning to make his head throb so he began to try to find somebody to talk to in hopes of distracting himself. He surveyed his options; Regulus making out with James, nope, Pandora reading in the corner, not much fun. He flicked his gaze left next and saw Barty seemingly enthralled in a conversation with a Ravenclaw boy. Barty's atria consisted of a black mesh crop top, black and red jeans, and a pair of sorta odd sunglasses. Evan wandered towards the pair, a little jealous of how close this boy was to Barty despite the fact that he had no right to be considering they were just talking. When Evan reached Barty he saw the flush on his cheeks assuming he'd had a bit too much to drink, or a lot. Barty grabbed Evans waist, woah yeah the boy was definitely drunk, thought Evan. “Danceeeee with me darling,” said Barty.
“Okay” Evan practically whispered.
So Barty pulled Evans toward the dance floor and the dancing escalated to them being about 3 inches away from one another noses, bangs, shirts, brushing with every sway and move. Evan was flushed, not from the heat but from the fact that he could not keep his eyes off Barty lips, tracing every curve with his eyes. “Barty,” Evan said.
“Yes Evan,” Barty responded softly.
“Can we go sit?” Evan questioned.
Barty nodded, grabbing Evans hand and leaving him to one of the couches that had been pushed up against the book shelves to make room for the mass of people. Evan hopped onto the couch, Barty joining him. They stared and each other eyes locked, “Evannn, Ev what is ittttt” Barty said with a scent of alcohol on him.
“I don't think I can be your friend, because I think I wanna be more than that, I.. I know you're drunk so you won't remember this tomorrow, but at least I can try tonight” Evan said softly and slowly.
“My dad would kill me if I kissed a boyyy, but lucky for us, I don't careeeeee” Barty murmured whilst moving closer to Evan. Barty's breath was hot on Evan, he moved his face closer. Barty slipped his finger into the ring on Evans choker pulling him into a kiss, then another, they got progressively more violent, this went on for about an hour. “I love you Evan” Barty whispered into Evans lips.
“Merlin, I love you too,” Evan whispered back. Evan and Barty walked back to the dorm Barty's head kept landing on Evan’s shoulder. When they arrived back at the dorm Barty sat on his bed and asked “Evannnnnn, will you sit with me”.
So Evan sat arm around Barty as he fell asleep, one Barty was fully asleep Evan crawled out of Barty's bed and into his own, Mentally preparing himself for the usual day after Barty’s drunk love, Barty never remembered, Evan was ready, hopefully I mean this has happened at the last 4 parties. As Evan woke Barty was in front of him getting dressed. Evans' eyes slid down Barty's bare chest then snapped away as he was caught. “You can look, love, after all I do love you, and you love me back,” Barty said, slipping his shirt on and tightening his tie. Barty winked at Evan as he wandered down presumably to get breakfast.
Later Evan learned that Barty's drunk smell had come from a bottle of vodka somebody had spilled on him, and that he had not drank at the last 4 parties