@gcldeneye
a good time? getting plastered and causing a ruckus with one of your favorite friends who you sometimes treat like a little brother, but is only a year younger than you. a bad time? unexpectedly getting your heart broken while you’re supposed to be having a great time at a party. the whole reason for even showing up to a party is to have FUN, not the opposite of it. fucking feelings. very fortunate for her, though, the euphoria in her system would not allow her to mope around, and yuko was grateful for that.
after downing shot number who knew at this point, yuko searched the crowd in front of her for her furry friend. or, friend who was dressed as a furry friend. “hey!” she said a little too loudly to the nearest person. what was their name? oh, nevermind that. “have you seen a rather adorable kitten running around?” their silent confusion gave her an answer, and it dawned on her what she’d asked. “i don’t mean an actual cat, i mean have you seen a boy dressed up as an adorable kitten? he has a hat on…i think.” they were useless. they didn’t know where eric was, nor did they know who she was even talking about period. she huffed and turned to go find the other slytherin, but she didn’t need to search very long. there he was, standing a few feet away from her. perhaps if she’d just obnoxiously called out for him, maybe he’d have heard and come to her instead. “kitten!” she took the few steps to get to his side. she looped both of her arms with one of his and lightly planted a kiss on his cheek. “where did you run off to? you left me alone!” that was a lie, she’d found other company in his absence.
eric’s been a busy guy tonight, darting from friend to acquaintance to enemy to beloved date to furries—just your typical hogwarts crowd, basically. the euphoria might as well have been a shot of straight espresso into his veins, pumping adrenaline throughout his body and all that alcohol he downed earlier could not have helped. how many people has he kissed at this point? fuck this— he’s too gay to math.
“meow?” he humors yuko, a smirk growing on his lips at her affections. he’s just glad that he wasn’t the only one going around acting like a, as the muggles would say, thot. “i saw a cute little mouse i just had to kiss,” he fails to hide his snickering. “some of these costumes, i swear. talk about putting yourself through hell just to look okay for a night,” he gives her a look. “unlike us, right? low effort but we look fucking good.” maybe if he tells himself that enough, it’ll come true.
“what about you, though? you couldn’t have been looking for me this whole time,” eric eyes her suspiciously, reaching out to brush back a stray hair hanging by her face. “you’re a mess, girl. did something happen? do i have to go fuck someone up—”
