elegance | @holyserpent-microfics | wc: 435
The flashing lights were blinding, unlike most places Rabastan had a tendency to visit. The music's pulsing bass was headache-inducing but not completely unbearable.
At least not to the point where he couldn’t find the atmosphere pleasant.
Barty had insisted on coming to this place for his birthday and Rabastan, ever the good friend, made sure they were reserved a section. He would much rather Barty's proclivities be kept away from the general public, even if he was making it difficult by grinding on every person out dancing on the ground floor.
Next to him, Evan handed him a drink.
“Loosen up Rabastan. He's not going to keep over if you take his eyes off of him for half a second.”
Rabastan scoffed as he took a drink from his glass. Strong liquor, Evan had plans on getting him at least tipsy tonight.
“Take a break from babysitting, we'll manage without you for one night.”
Rabastan doesn't believe a word that comes out of Rosier's mouth but if he was confident, he'd be more than happy to see his group of friends struggle for a night.
Regardless he remained leaning over the balcony, looking down at everyone dancing. His eyes only briefly looked over Barty and the other as they spread out and began to dance. His glass never fully empty since their personal wait staff was hovering close by.
An annoyance really but one he could withstand for the time being.
Looking back down he noticed Barty dancing with someone, a girl. Nothing like the blondes Barty tended to favor.
Pink mini dress, glittery makeup, and pretty glossy lips she didn’t dance with Barty like the others he had seen tonight. No, she moved with a form of elegance, as if she knew she was above the careless dancing the others were attempting.
Like she knew that she had all eyes on her and she pressed close to Barty and pulled away.
Barty must’ve felt his eyes on them because when he pulled in the girl again he pointed up in his direction and before he knew it Barty was walking her over.
“Rabastan, I'd like to introduce you to the platonic love of my life, Mary Macdonald. Mary, this is my glorified babysitter and best friend Rabastan Lestrange. Now that you've met, share a drink. It's on me.”
Barty grinned before leaving on their own.
“I'm the one paying for the drinks actually.” and that caused Mary to smile.
“Then do you mind paying for mine?”
“What kind of gentleman would I be to have such a pretty girl pay for her own drinks.”
