The Bash
“You sure you don’t wanna come ? You can impress plenty of girls with that neat trick of yours.”
“You’re probably right, but it’d be no one I’d care to impress.”
“Ah right…of course.”
He looked at Xavier's reflection in the full body mirror, hunched over his latest art project. Caspian wishes he can say he knew what it was, but Xavier was being extra secretive with this one. Caspian checked his reflection, twisting and turning. At first, he wasn’t sure about this emerald ‘varsity bomber’ with off-white sleeves, but he has to admit, it was growing on him.
When he mentioned how he lost all of luggage, Enid jumped at the opportunity to dress him up. He was scared she’d clad him in pink and glitter, but he should’ve given the girl more credit.
She knew her stuff.
Enid seemed to know exactly the aura Caspian wanted to give off, and the aura he actually gave off, and balanced it well. Caspian decided he wanted to dawn his Slytherin colours, so he gave Enid emerald, white, black, and silver snakes to work with. Even though Enid’s first couple ‘Pinterest’ suggestions were met with unease, her third go around had him hooked. He toyed with the idea of actually asking Enid to join him shopping, but decided against it. Ultimately feeling it pushed the boundaries of what was considered friendly help. He figured, if he had a girlfriend, he wouldn’t want her running off with some bloke for a day trip in town.
Either way, Caspian welcomed her input, mainly because he had know clue how muggle fashion worked. The overlap between muggle and wizarding attire was entirely foundational. The premise of bottoms and a top were identical, the same goes for formal attire like suits and dresses. Jumpers, trousers, slacks, scarves, mittens - all the essentials were familiar. But it was the nuances, the accepted aesthetics, the distinct lack of robes, which was throwing him off. He’d like to think he was fashionable back in Hogwarts. Whenever there was a trip to Hogsmede, he loved dressing up. He was sure if he thought hard enough, he could at least pass for a muggle. But why try when he had an Enid Sinclair just itching to help him?
So he gave Enid free reign over everything from his clothes and accessories to his fragrance and skin care. For the more male specific grooming, he asked Kent who was clearly the most well put together of the boys (no offence to his other friends). At first, he was rather hesitant to ask the brooding merman, the boy looking at him strangely before dismissing him with a grumbled ‘whatever’. Even Caspian, who lived and breathed Slytherin, wasn’t sure if he was being sarcastic or not. But lo and behold, the very next day, Kent slid over a very neat list of every essential product that made a clean and presentable muggle.
And it was a long list. Between Kent’s items and Enid's folder of style inspirations, the next thing he needed was instructions for everything. He was also sure it wouldn’t be cheap. Weems never gave him a budget to work with so he just assumed he was to go until the little rectangular card stopped working.
“Dude, c’mon you look great, go have fun.” Xavier cut through his thoughts, giving him an encouraging wry smile through the mirror.
Caspian did one last look over, adjusting the silver snake ring on his middle finger before nodding.
“You’re remember how to get to the spot right? I sent you the direction incase you forget.” Xavier said, turning in his seat.
Caspian also got a phone with a number yesterday. And he has to say, the contraption intrigued him yet scarred him to know end. He knew muggles were advanced but this advance? This lone device rivals half of the wizarding inventions of the last century.
Forget about living forever, he can solve all his math homework with a click of a button. If he ever returned back one day, he’s adding smartphone to his increasing list of muggle contraptions to add to Hogwarts. Though, he wasn’t sure of the cultural and socioeconomic ramifications of introducing instantaneous communication, but that was well above his pay grade.
Now, between what he remembers from muggle studies and from watching the others around him, he’s pretty sure he got the gist of it. A phone is primarily used for voice and face communication, like a real time howler (minus the yelling). It was also capable of sending direct messages in forms of little text blobs, where Xavier’s instructions were. You could also use it to capture muggle photos and long form wizard photos, which he later learned were called videos.
But what most interested him was the music possibilities. He always loved music. Back at Hogwarts he had his very on phonograph and was in charge of setting the atmosphere. He owned about 15 tracks, but when he learned you can have a practically unlimited amount on your phone, he started frothing at the mouth. And if the bleeding songs from Xavier’s and Enid’s earbuds were anything to go by, he couldn’t wait to dive into muggle music.
There were about a billion other applications, ranging from simply telling you the weather to sifting through the entire worlds history and knowledge. He decided to stick to the basics, and ease his way into the whole smartphone thing. Evidently so, Caspian decided not to get a laptop, rationalizing he simply wasn’t ready for that.
“Of course I remember, it’s by the lake at the edge of the school grounds, west side.”
Xavier narrowed his eyes back at him. “There’s more to it. The hard part is sneaking out.”
“Of course of course, no worries this isn’t my first jaunt in rule breaking.” Caspian smirked at him cockily, knowing full well he intended to use a disillusionment charm to get there.
He grabbed a case of muggle alcohol he may or may not have stolen. “Well, I best be going now… last chance Thorpe, you in or out?” He pointed at the boy who already turned around.
“Have fun Caspian.” Xavier half heartedly waved back at him.
“I’ll drink for both of us.”
“Please don’t, I don’t want a call at 3am asking to pick you up.” He grimaced. “Just take a shot for me.”
“You can bet on it, later Xavier.”
Caspian made sure the coast was clear before softly clicking the door behind him. The halls of Nevermore were eerily quiet, like how Hogwarts resembled a haunted castle at night. He never really got use it and the same goes here. He couldn’t help but feel an involuntary shiver run down his spine.
Caspian hoped there were no ghosts in Nevermore.
He stuck to the walls best he could, making a detour to the boys washroom for a quick disillusionment. He made sure to check for any rogue Eugenes before muttering the spell and sneaking out. He still had to be as quiet as a Joberknoll, but he did’t have to worry about staying hidden as much. If he moved at an acceptable speed, he’d merely come off as trick of the light.
He wasn’t kidding when he said he was a pro at going to places he wasn’t suppose to, hell, this is exactly the type of behaviour that got him stuck in this weird world in the first place. His breath hitched slightly, cringing.
He can only hope Gerald was alright.
Caspian could only assume the universe answered his prayers when Professor Botfick notified him that she would take him into town early. Caspian wondered if the head of the Seer department saw the future and knew he was in dire need of an early trip. But like divination, his head hurt trying to wrap his mind around it, so he promptly took the gracious gift from the universe with no further questions.
But the universe had a cruel sense of humour.
When he saw Wednesday Addams, he thought the worst. He thought she was also going to get supplies, so he might as well wave goodbye to his chances of catching Gerald. But to his relief, she just had an appointment to attend to. However, now there was a time limit to his excursion.
He ran around the small town like a madman, popping into shop after shop. He practically thrusted his shopping lists into the hands of startled shopkeepers, imploring them for help.
To his defence, it’s not like they were very busy. He caught the phone clerk quite literally sleeping on the job .
Caspian was never a precocious customer, far from it actually. After a summer spent working at Madam Malkin’s Robes For All Occasions, he had gained an immense respect for all retail and customer service witches and wizards. Just thinking about the mind numbly moronic and pretentious class-A tossers he’s had the displeasure of dealing with got his blood boiling. The experience single handedly made him realize that if wanted money, he would have to look else where.
Like a goblin mine for example.
But never mind that, he gathered all he needed in record time. He then ran back to a harried Professor Botflick, promptly told her he’d by trying out clothes at the furthest store in town, and ran off to find Gerald.
He first tried around the local jewellery store, trying not to act too suspicious as he discreetly waved his wand with a hushed ‘revelio’.
And mutter revelio he did.
He has never in his life muttered a spell so many times, he thought his wand might combust from it. Finding Gerald through this means was like trying to find a single pumpkin pastie by scent alone. He’d be sniffing around, catch a faint whiff, follow an even fainter trail, then the aroma would completely vanish in the wind, and he’d have to revelio again.
All his mulling about led him to a single nexus point behind a white building, with a strong Gerald scent. He revelio-ed and called out his name but nothing happened. He decided that Gerald often passed by this area, maybe even lived here. So he devised a trap.
He grabbed a handful of pebbles, did his best to transfigure them into the shiniest jewels no respectable Niffler could turn down, and placed them in a hole. He then placed various rudimentary wards around it.
First up was a detection ward. It would make his brand new snake ring vibrate if breeched by a strong magical signature. If that ward was triggered, the concealment ward would come next, followed by a low tier stasis charm that would last an hour or so. Wards were tricky spells and it took various attempts until he was somewhat satisfied. He only just started learning about them, and memory charms for the matter, before he decided to bugger off and go missing.
Looking back, Caspian probably should’ve saved his get rich quick scheme for summer.
He was just about putting the finishing touches when to his utter confusion, Wednesday Addams appeared right behind him.
Because of course she did.
Caspian hated to admit that Wednesday was nothing short of extraordinary. She was quick witted, perspective, and had an acute sense for suspicious tomfoolery. Every night he would cast a diagnostic charm believing she must’ve jinxed him with an eeves-dropping jinx or heart rate hex. But to his disappointed, she was just bloody brilliant. But even without magic, Caspian was sure she’d make one hell of an auror one day.
However, he wasn’t expecting her to outright accuse him of lying and he didn’t think she did either. He grasped for an excuse as to why he was in the woods, blurting out the first thing that came to mind. It was a pretty fool proof lie, up until she asked to watch him. That…wasn't what he expected. But then again, this was Wednesday Addams, nothing should be expected.
He didn't actually have to go, what he needed to do was to finish up the wards. So he conjured a small storm cloud, hissed ‘Aguamenti’ so it would start spewing water, and promptly got to work. He muttered the remaining incantations as clearly as he could, hoping she wouldn't notice. He’ll have to admit, never in his life has he held his wand in such a… crude position before, but it got the job done.
He’s sure they were both fed up with this back and forth, Caspian especially letting his anxiety for Gerald and his annoyance with Wednesday get the better of him.
That’s why he was so excited about this party, no Wednesday Addams per Xavier’s expense. He kind of felt bad for his roomate who was looking foreword to going with her. At the same time, Caspian could finally let loose without having to worry about her rushing out of the woodwork. Of course, he wasn’t going to over indulge, in case he becomes a little too loosed lipped and started blabbering about Hogwarts and magical pets.
But Caspian felt he was due for a proper good time.
He looked over his shoulder, the tree line of the courtyard a safe 50 some odd meters away as he discreetly de-disillusioned himself.
He opened his phone (the task taking much longer than he cared to admit), and followed the directions to The Bash. After about 10 minutes of wandering around aimlessly, Caspian was about to bollocks it all and start revelio-ing the place, but he eventually heard music.
He followed it, emerging from the tree line to find the makings of a beach party. A couple paces a head of him was a conglomerate of tables and seating arrangements near the waters edge. The sand was hard and damp, a contrast to the shimmering blue of the lake. It was much cooler near the water. Nothing a couple of shots of Fire Whiskey, or whatever it is they had couldn't fix.
He scanned the sparse students, his eyes catching a silverly blue pair stare back at him.
“Who’s that?”
“I dunno…”
”Oh wait…Caspian? Caspian!”
He waved his hand high, stuffing them back in his pockets as he made his way toward the siren.
“You’re early.”
He drew his brows. “I was told it starts at 9…it’s 9.”
Bianca gave him a funny look like she was silently laughing at him, before rolling her eyes.
“Ok…whatever I’m glad you made it!”
“Pleasures all mine Barclay, so you’re the one hosting?”
“Yeah, me, Yoko, Kent, some of the other girls in my hall.”
“How’d you manage…” He gestured to the various objects scattered about. He was sure it would’ve been hard to sneak out those faux fire pits and heaters the same way he came.
“Water travel. The chairs, tables, food, and booze. Oh! Remind me to wake up Kent and the other mermen in and hour.” She pointed to where a group of boys were practically sleeping on top of each other, blankets snuggled up tight.
“Ahhh. That also reminds me, I brought this.” Caspian slung his case of sprits up.
“Oh this wasn't a B.Y.O.B, Divina’s like, filthy rich her parents don’t care.”
“Well I was taught to never come to a party empty handed.”
Bianca cracked an amused smile before taking it. “Very gentlemanly.”
“I try.”
“…Ummm what is it?” Her blue eyes scrutinized the package.
Blast, he was hoping she would know.
It wasn’t like he could waltz right into a spirits shop as a student and demanded their finest brew. He had to get creative. He walked past a truck that was unloading, shrunk the closest package with a ‘reducio’ charm, and snatched it up before anyone even knew he was there. He hoped it tasted good because now he had a whole box of the stuff in his closet.
“To be honest, it was a gift.”
“Well, I’ll put it with the rest.” She said, haphazardly placing it to the way side.
“Can’t wait to see what drunk Bianca Barclay looks like.”
“You kidding? I can’t drink tonight. Me and the other hosts have to watch over the scene. Make sure no fights break out, or nothing ya know…sketchy happens with the drinks.” Bianca and him both scrunched their noses in disdain. “Basically I want everyone to get shit faced tonight but also head back alive. Worst comes to worst…” Bianca fiddled with her necklace, her eyes reluctant. “I’ll use this.”
Caspian eyed her, nodding. “Fair point.”
He wasn’t sure how taboo it was for a sirens to utilize their powers. But he was sure in a school like Nevermore, students would be encouraged to use their natural gifts.
Bianca sighed, spinning around. “C’mon, if you help us finish setting up. I’ll let you have first crack at the good stuff.”
And first crack he had in deed.
Bianca made him drink what she called ‘the good shit’. He started with something called vodka which tasted like mantacor piss, White-claw which was slightly flavoured fizzy water, and a shot of tequila which he actually enjoyed. The warming effect and the smoothness remind him of a cheap bottle of Fire Whisky. He would definetly double back for that later.
He was slightly overwhelmed with the sheer amount of selection muggles had in terms of liquor. What were they all, a bunch of alcoholics? Caspian grew up with 4 main sprints: butter beer, mead, fire whiskey and wine. Thats it. Which now, was pretty bloody boring compared to this ‘jello-shot’ he was currently partaking in.
Caspian would consider himself a heavy weight, able to get loose after a decent amount of drinks but was still far from blackout. But at this point, he was going by feel. His standards for alcohol consumption were complete thrown out the window. However, Caspian still made the mess Cary preparations to ensure a good time, not a sick time. He ate tons of greasy food at dinner and he always made sure he consumed plenty of water and snacks during the actual party.
“You don’t talk much do you…I admire that. You…how should say this, know the power of your words, and you choose to keep them sacred.”
The fake light of the campfire flickered off of Yoko’s sunglasses. From his angle, Caspian can actually see the boredom in her brown eyes. He was starting to think Bianca was messing with him when she said Yoko fancied him.
“So tell me- annnnd your gone.”
Yoko got up abruptly, stalking away.
Caspian sighed, running a hand through his hair as he took a swig from his bottle. He was currently 1/3 in the girls department (the 1 third being a promising prospect, up until she mentioned a boyfriend). He wasn’t even trying to flirt, but every time he tried joining a conversation, people always assumed he had ulterior motives. Some girls actually dug it, all the guys on the other hand…not so much.
His eyes scanned around for a bit, deciding which group he should introduce himself too. Judging by the moons distance, Caspian reckons it was nearing 11. It got a bit colder but the ample amount of heaters and liquor helped numb the effect of the elements. He was drunk enough to fight off the woes of rejection, but sober enough where he wouldn’t forget them
His eyes landed on a group of people who looked interesting enough. They were a healthy mix of werewolves, vampires, and mermaids. An inclusive bunch from the looks of it. That’s what Caspian really loved about these parties. The liquid courage brings together people who under any other circumstance, would never talk to one another. You’d you usually never catch a Slytherin amongst a group of Hufflepuffs and Gryfindors, but at these parties they’d be the best of friends.
Perhaps they would accept one more odd ball into their conversation. Caspian seemed to get his answer, as one of the brunette mermaids locked eyes with him, checked him out, giggled and turned away shyly.
Caspian shrugged. That was a green flag if he’s ever saw one.
He got up, downed his drink, popped a couple of crisps before making his way over.
“Oh my god Caspian you’re here!”
He immediately dropped whatever he planned on doing.
Enid came rushing towards him with a huge smile plastered on her face. She was wearing a pink cropped puffer jacket with wide legged creme velour joggers. She was also sporting her signature red beret, and a pair of white puffy earmuffs. It was all so…her.
“Of course I came! I always keep my word.” He laughed, meeting her half way.
They abruptly stopped directly in-front of one another.
It felt like they were suppose to hug. Caspian wanted to hug her. Friends hug sometimes. Right?
But he ultimately refrained when Enid took a tentative step back.
Should he have hugged her? Maybe she was expecting him to? Maybe in not hugging her, he made things weird. But that’s utter nonsense, after all she made no effort to hug him? What does it mean? Caspian felt his mind spin, partially from the booze and partially from his own inhibitions.
“You look great.” She said, breaking the awkward silence. “I LOVE the jacket on you. It suits your whole, too-cool-for-school-yet-still-manages-to-get-straight-As type vibe going on. Oooh! And the ring, nice touch!”
“I had a great stylist.” He smirked back, Enid smiling sheepishly in return.
“Though I have to admit, I think it’s working a little too well.“ He rubbed the back of his neck. “No one wants anything to bloody do with me! I can’t seem to talk to anyone without either pissing them off or…arousing them…” Caspian’s face screwed up.
There was a pause. Then Enid burst out in laughter, clutching her stomach.
“I’m being serious Sinclair!” Caspian said in as stern tone, but he felt a smile tug on his lips.
“Caspian…You’re-” She hiccuped, wiping a stray tear from her eyes. “Caspian you’re whining because you’re what… too charming? Poor you.” She let out one last chuckle.
“But I don’t want to be!” He ran his hand over his face, giving her a discreet once over. The orange hue of the fake fire softened up her pale features, creating a glow around her. He was use to stealing glance her way, but tonight, maybe he would let his eye linger a bit longer. “You look good Sinclair.”
It was her turn to blush, clasping her hands tightly as she looked away. “Really? Because I sorta had a fashion emergency this wasn’t suppose to be my outfit my other jacket got lost in the cleaners and I couldn’t find my mitts and these ear muffs aren’t even min-”
He cut her off. “Breath.” He exaggerated a breathing motion, wish drew an eye roll from the girl. “Now what do we say?”
Enid sighed beaming from ear to ear. “Thank you, Caspian for the compliment.”
“See? That wasn’t so hard.”
This girl needed to learn to take compliments more, she’ll only get more in the future. If It were up to Caspian, he’d be showering her with them every chance he got. He looked into her round blue eyes for a moment, it was like they were beckoning for him, calling him closer.
He cleared his throat. “Sooo where's Ajax? The Bash was practically the only thing he cared to speak about this week.”
At the sudden mention of her boyfriend she deflated. “Ajax got detention for passing notes to me in class. Mr. Psylo is making him scrub the examination tables.” She made a face. “No Xavier?”
“Nope, said something about an art project.”
Before another awkward silence can taint the moment, he straitened his posture. “I see you’re a little too sober for this party Sinclair. Let’s get a drink for the lady.”
They made there way over to the table, where miraculously half the liquor was some how gone. He managed to procure a red cup, scrawled her name on it, and poured her a stiff one.
“This here is my favourite…what is it called. Tee-Quill-ah?” He squinted at the label.
“How many drinks did you have?” Enid chuckled, half bemused and half worried.
He wasn’t drunk, he genuinely didn’t know the name. “Just enough to keep me talking I assure you. Cheers Sinclair.”
They downed their shot.
Enid was evidently not a heavy weight. After her first couple shots and a white claw, she was drunkenly dancing to the booming music.
“OMG I LOVE THIS SONG!” She hopped around, the contents of her cup spilling.
“Okaaaaayyyy allow me to take that-” He plucked her cup from her hand, switching it out for an unopened water bottle.
“Wait give that back its mineeeee!” She pouted making a sluggish attempt at it. He sniffed it once, scowled, then promptly spilled it out onto the floor. It was one of Enid's drunken concoctions, or how Caspian would rather put it, ‘alcohol poisoning in a cup’.
“We’ll get you some more once you drink that…and while you’re at it munch on this.”
Caspian grabbed her hand, wrapping her fingers around a bag of crisps. His prime directive changed from trying to make friends to trying to keep Enid alive and on her feet.
A task proving worthy for consideration for the next tri-wizard tournament.
Every time he took his eyes off of her to replenish on water or to go for a bathroom break, she would literally run away from him.
It’s wasn’t hard to find her in the sea of drunken teenagers, but be somehow finds her in the most precarious of situations. For example, just 10 minutes ago he yanked her from a line where she was next up. Apparently they planned to drink from a whole keg whilst upside down.
Muggles were definitely a bunch of alcoholics.
He eyed her as she lazily sipped on her water, and nibbled on her bag of crisps. Her eyes were glazed over and she had permanent flush and beaming grin on her face.
She was in beautiful bliss right now. And Caspian couldn't take his eyes off her.
“Come dance with me Caspian!”
“Oh I'm quite alright I'm ju-”
Enid was suddenly staggering towards him. Before he knew it, she had her arm wrapped around his, practically dragging him to the gaggle of students.
Caspian danced around a bit, unable to keep his intoxicated body from ignoring the blasting music. And it was a pretty good song, he’ll have to ask Enid later for the name. If she’ll remember tonight that is.
He was suddenly hit in the head with an empty water bottle.
“There! All done! See!” Enid giggled, munching on what was left of her crisps.
He picked up the bottle. “I see good job!”
She suddenly slipped her hand his, Caspian stiffening underneath the surprise warmth in his palm. “Now let’s go get another drink, I wanna try making a Pina Colada!”
“Hey hey hey, here’s a suggestion…why don’t we take a break?” He said, cautiously squeezing her hand as he stopped in his tracks.
She mad a dramatic turn around, her free arm flailing as she almost bumped into him.
“You promised Caspian!” She whined.
“We’ll get you that Pina collotta but lets just sit down…”
Enis pouted as she tried crossing her arms. He doesn’t think she was aware she still had his hand.
Suddenly, Caspian had a stroke of genius. “Oh wait…I think…yeah I think you have a stain on your jacket.”
“What! Ew Where where where!” She shrieked, dropping his hand (to his dismay) to grope at her clothes.
“I don’t know the… music…It’s-it’s making it hard for me to see.” He cringed. “just-why don’t we sit down.”
His hand twitched to grab hers again, but he opted to guide her by her shoulders.
They plopped down on one of the inflatable couches.
“See? Isn’t this better?” He said, watching her seep into the seat.
“Where’s the stain Caspian...” She sobbed, lolling her head around. She looked like she was about to cry. Caspian noted for any future events, that drunk Enid got very emotional about her clothing
“I think it must've been a trick of the light…Yeah no stain, my apologies.” He confirmed, skimming over her body.
She sneered, sending him angry glare which had the opposite effect, making her appear more puppy like. She suddenly snapped (quite literally) up at him, chomping her teeth as if she were ready to bite his nose off.
“You’re a liar Caspian Lee. A liarrr!” She slurred for a while, Caspian winced slightly at her choice of words.
“Ok, ok I’m a liar alright. Are you done now? You got that out of your system?” He sighed, patting her on her head. Honestly this girl was going to be the death of him
She swayed in her seat before suddenly resting her head on his shoulder.
Caspian went rigid, dragging his wide eyes from the party to the crown of her blonde head.
“This has been….the best-” She hiccuped. “Night of my life.”
His eyes quickly scanned the sea of people to check if anyone was looking. They were quite a ways away from all the action, and they weren’t lit up by a fire pit. As long as everyone just kept enjoying their time, no one would know.
Hold on, Know what? Caspian wasn’t doing anything wrong or suspicious. He was just being a good friend that’s all. And good friends offer shoulders to cry on or…do whatever Enid was doing at the moment.
“It’s the best night of your life yet, you still got a lot of life left to live.”
“I know that! I was just being dramatic.”
He actually snorted at her self awareness, Enid chuckling herself.
“But tonight was so fun! I wanna have a night like this every week!” Enid snuggled closer to him, her proximity just begging for Caspian to wrap his arm around her.
“Let’s see what you say tomorrow Sinclair.” He murmured, he couldn’t help but breath her in, his senses overwhelmed with everything Enid. She smelt of warm vanilla, reminding him of those cartwheeling caramel bon bons from Honey Dukes. Beneath her fragrance though, was a hint of fresh berries and creme.
It was her.
“Nope!” She said with a pop. “It was perfect tonight, the music, the drinks, the people!”
He didn’t know if it was the jealous alcohol in him, or if actively wanted to ruin the moment, but the words slipped his mouth. “I bet Ajax would’ve made things 10 times better.”
Enid stopped humming.
Caspian mentally face palmed.
“Yeah…I guess you’re right.” She replied, voice taught.
Caspian suddenly felt how cold it really was outside and how scratchy the harsh fabric was underneath his palms. Enid seemingly got colder by the second, her body going frighteningly still.
“I need to use the washroom.” She abruptly shot up, tearing away from him. He watched as she tried to stand, her face twisting at the sudden movement.
“Hey, hey not so fast alright. I’ll find Barclay stay-”
“I’ll take her.”
Caspian jumped, turning his head at the approaching Yoko behind them.
“What the- How long were you-” Caspian forced his mouth shut, unsure if he wanted an answer to that question.
The vampire wordlessly helped Enid up, walking her away.
Caspian sat alone until a particular cold gust of wind kissed his face.
He needed a drink.
He ambled up, bobbing and weaving between groups of swaying teens before reaching the beverage station. There was practically nothing left, definitely no more tequila. Caspian half heartedly checked underneath the table, his brow quirking when he actually found something. He plucked an amber bottle off the floor, with ‘Hennessy’ written in gold. He shrugged.
Looked like Firewhisky to him.
Caspian fumbled around the opening for a good minute, unable to get his fingernail under the stubborn plastic.
Then he heard a toneless voice that made his blood run cold.
“Allow me.”
He forced his gaze up, instantly locking with dark brown doe eyes.