It was... strange. Like the past two years lacked normalcy and this was the most normal Zach had felt in years. Music pumped through the venue and Zach’s head swam from the booze, feeling extremely underdressed with what the other witches and wizards were wearing. Why did he decide to go? He’s been asking himself these kinds of questions everywhere he went that was outside his home and work. A Wizarding party might have been on his list of Things to Do back in his days at Hogwarts, but now Zach was... respectable?
Still, he must have looked as out of place as he felt, smushed against sweaty bodies. His glass had been refilling itself thankfully, as the need to drown neat booze consumes him whenever he’s around people for too long. As much as he was a social charmer when he wanted to be, most of the time Zach enjoyed his solitude. Except, now that he was positively drunk, he was actually having an okay time.
He stayed in the sidelines, watching people dance, head and feet tapping to the beat of the music. Something bold within him lit up and he found them standing a few feet away. Feeling bold, Zach licked his lips, put his drink down and approached them. “Hey,” he smiled, perhaps even flirting a bit. “Wanna dance?”