“Suit yourself, babe,” he giggled before sticking his own straw into the glass, the sound of slurping going unheard under the layers of beats and the chatter of conversations. Frederick felt like he could float away at any moment filled with air bubbles of booze and joy. He anchored himself, putting a long arm around his friend. “You’re so modest, Cameron, you.” A tiny sober version of Freddie was yelling from his shoulder asking what the fuck he thought he was doing, but he was used to fighting him off. “See anybody you wanna take home?”
Cameron slung an arm around Freddie’s shoulder in return, his wide grin causing him to squint over happily at his friend. At Freddie’s question, Cameron let his eyes roll over the scene of the club. There was no shortage of good-looking and desperate-to-fuck party-goers in the club, but he hadn’t been paying much mind to the lot of them until Freddie mentioned it. “Haven’t yet, but the night is still young, right, Fredward?”
