albus came back to scorpius at the bar far sweatier than he’d left. he’d gone off to the dance floor twenty minutes ago, asking his friend to watch his drink as he was pulled off by someone. his hair was pushed back out of his face, and he was wearing a big smile. “you meet anyone while i was gone, then?” he asked, flopping back onto his stool and taking a pull off of his beer. “don’t tell me you’ve just been sat here.” @chrysvlis










